A/N: I reposted this chapter since my original first chapter was terrible (at least in my opinion). For all those people who haven't read the original, This is after the Battle of Hogwarts. Everything is exactly the same, until….well, you'll just have to wait and see.
Disclaimer: When you wish upon a star….. You will trade for J.K. R.
Seeing how there are no stars….your dreeeeeams… aaaare…. Crushed!
It had been a month since the Battle of Hogwarts. Death was amongst the miseries in the wizarding world, especially in England, where Voldemort had let loose his power. Witnesses of the War had been scarred for life, their young lives plagued with murderous memories. Yet no one had suffered as much as Harry Potter, Man Who Fought. His friends, family and once his life had been destroyed. Harry had done so much in his still young life, and had suffered through many tragedies.
Some people begged to differ. In their minds the wizard had wasted the precious gift of life, spent it on nonsensical and pitiful people. It wasn't his fault, yet those people would never take the blame. They were too proud to admit the fault had been shared. So those people decided to spend a visit.
Molly Weasley had been baking an apple pie that morning, for the funeral of her dear son, Fred. Her heart just wasn't into it, and the result a shapeless, insipid dish. She was relieved to hear a polite knock on the front door. Anything to keep her mind busy. " Hello? Who is it?" she called, racing to the door (well for the large woman of 59 it was racing.) She opened the door, and let out a small shriek. Standing there was a man in a hooded cloak, his wand held to her face. Molly Weasley collapsed on the floor.
Harry had been sitting on the bed, staring at the Pictures. The Pictures hurt him. There was Colin Creevey snapping a camera. Oh look, Remus Lupin and Tonks were holding each other's arms, smiling down at their baby boy . An orphaned baby, Teddy. Harry had given Teddy a replica of his own life, no parent there to help guide you, walk you to your first day of school. And there was Fred Weasley, flying on his broomstick, calling out crude curses to the opposing team. It would be strange now. George without Fred was like Ying without Yang, a puzzle with a missing piece. CRASH! Harry abruptly stood up, brought back to reality by the noise coming from the first floor. He raced downstairs, wand at the ready, prepared to cast any spell necessary. As soon as Harry saw the black cloaked man he started shooting curses after curses. Nothing touched him, the spells seeping through his body like water. Harry had had bad memories of dark cloaked men, and seeing the woman who had practically raised him lying on the floor, was enough to put any man in rage. " Calm yourself down, boy. Honestly, it's been a very long time since I've visited this world, but I certainly hope the etiquette hasn't changed" bellowed the man. Harry stopped short. ' Is he a Muggle? Is that what he meant when he said this world?' Harry hesitantly spoke. " Who are you? What have you done to Mrs. Weasley?" cried he, placing Molly comfortably on the couch. The man shook his head. " I would have thought you would remember me".
A/N: If you're one of those people who as well read the original chapter I hope you liked this one more. Thanks for reading. Oh, and by the way the Disclaimer is to the tune of Disney's, When you wish upon a star.