I don't own any Harry Potter...lovely JK does...YAY for the 7th book coming out


Chapter 1

The Wishes

Harry liked coming down here to the dock at night. He loved how the moonlight shimmered on the rippling waves. The quiet coo of an owl, the chirp of a cricket, the rustle overhead from birds in the trees, all gave comfort to Harry. He knew there wouldn't be many more nights to enjoy this.

He pushed the thought from his mind as a fish nipped the surface nearby creating ripples. The cold water gently lapped against Harry's unsuspecting toes making him curl them in out of the water's reach.

As he was about to lie back and admire the stars more closely he heard gentle footsteps on the path behind him. Without turning to look, he knew it was Hermione.

She came down here often to find Harry gazing up at the stars. They had had many conversations on this dock that had opened up a vulnerability that not many had every known. No one had gotten so close to The Boy Who Lived. No one knew the things that went through his head, the things Hermione knew.

Hermione came up beside him and laid down next to him. And, there they lay for hours gazing at the stars without much conversation.

Then, they saw it…a shooting star.

"Make a wish Harry!" Hermione said as she closed her eyes to make her own wish, I wish time would go back to when Ron was still alive and we were still at Hogwarts.

Harry watched Hermione whispering something and then turned his attention back to the shooting star and made his own wish, I wish it had been Neville.

When Harry opened his eyes he looked around and his heart sunk. Nothing was different. Hermione was still sitting next to him. He moved his hand up to his forehead and felt his scar. Still there, he thought to himself.

He turned to see Hermione's eyes glistening with tears.

"I miss him so much!" she said as she laid here head on Harry's shoulder.

"I know."

Ron had died right after finding the last horcrux. The spells and dark enchantments put on Hufflepuff's Cup killed Ron instantly. He had had no chance.

It had already been two months since his death. Harry was not ready to face Voldemort, especially after the death of his best friend.

Harry turned to see that Hermione had slipped off his choulder and was asleep next to him. He conjured two blankets and draped one over Hermione while covering himself with the other.

He lay on his back while thoughts drifted through his mind. It was not long before he too was asleep next to Hermione. Little did they know, their lives were about to be changed forever.