Wish Upon A Falling Star

Summary: When twelve-year old Harry is locked in his bedroom after the pudding incident, he wishes for one last time for one of his parents. Little does he know that this time it's going to come true.

A/N: Yes, I know this plot is over used, especially recently but I'm trying to change it from the norm. This story is set in second year, hence Harry doesn't know about Sirius.

And yes, the prologue is short, but the actual chapters will be about a thousand words long.

Prologue:

"And if you try to magic yourself out, they'll expel you!" laughed Vernon Dursley as he practically threw his twelve-year-old nephew into his bedroom. To an uneducated onlooker, it would appear to be a very strange household. But that uneducated onlooker would be right. How many houses in suburban Britain housed wizards?

Harry Potter, unwanted nephew of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, sat on his bed where only an hour before he had been conversing with a strange green creature (who called himself Dobby) had warned him not to go back to Hogwarts.

He had dismissed the very idea as completely and utterly stupid, why pass the only place where he had friends. A family. He might have enemies like Draco Malfoy and his two pet gorillas Gregory Goyle and Vincet Crabbe, but he had his two best friends who had been through every problem and challenge of his first year with him.

But why couldn't have a family, a real family, outside of Hogwarts. The Dursleys didn't count, even though they were related to him by blood, most loving guardians didn't treat their charges like something that the cat threw up.

He turned around, and stared out the small window of his bedroom. He only referred to it as his bedroom because it was a room, which had a bed that he slept him. It didn't have the familiar feel that he assumed most pre-teens had. They probably had posters of their favourite sport teams (like Dudley) adorning their walls and bright colorful rugs covering up abandoned chocolate wrappers carefully hidden underneath.

Why couldn't he, Harry, have any bedroom decorations? Why did he live in a room so barren and plain it would probably be mistaken for storage space? But he knew the answer to that question. It was because he didn't have a family.

He was startled out of his musings because he saw something moving outside. A beautiful star was falling earthward. He had often wished for a parent. Maybe it was time to actually wish on something that was deemed lucky. He remembered a boy from his Muggle school telling him how he wished upon a falling star that his parents would by him a new video game for Christmas, and he told how it came true.

This was more important than any video game. Harry thought to himself. As he gazed out the window once more, and sawthat the trees about to cover up his view of the star, so he opened his mouth…

…And he wished.

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A/N Next chapter we see the results of the wish. Please review!

Thoughts and Pondering.