A/N : Harry Potter and it's entirety belongs to J.K. Rowling, I'm just writing fanfiction for the awesome series

2008

After opening his presents George Weasley, a tall, built, red-headed man excused himself for a minute, after a minute I (Star Potter, a metamorphmagus with dark purple hair and light purple eyes) excused myself and followed him out into the night. The night was so quiet that all I had to do was listen and I could hear him breathing. His shoulders were slumped and he looked like he was thinking about the past. Slowly and cautiously I made my way over to him, stepping loudly to get his attention so I wouldn't spook him. When he realized I was there he simply looked up, he didn't move to grab his wand, he simply looked up excepting whoever was there, either they were friend or enemy and he didn't seem to care.

"What's bothering you so much Georgie?"

"10 years Star, it's been 10 years and we still haven't won. What if we never win?"

"We will win, if you remember the first Wizarding War lasted 11 years, the second lasted 3 years, so by my calculations we still have four years until we should start worrying about not winning."

Chuckling slightly his shoulders picked themselves up and he straightened his back before turning to look at me:

"Since we've been on the run you've been telling us all these muggles fairy tales right?"

"Yeah,"

"What's the one about stars and wishes?"

"Well, muggles believe that if you wish on a star, your wish will come true. Some say you can't tell anyone, others say it doesn't matter, some say it has to be the first star you see, the brightest and some say whichever one you want. But every one of them agrees, that there's something about stars that make them believe in magic."

"So, according to the muggles, if I wished on a star that things didn't turn out this way, that moldy shorts never grew to power, and we didn't lose so many of our friends and family, then I have a chance it'll come true?"

"In theory, yes. But, then we could be raised differently, we might never become friends, Harry might never have been my brother, he might never have been given the chance to fall in love with Luna, you and Angelina might never have admitted your feelings, and Fred and I might never have gotten the chance to fall in love. Everything could be different. If that wish did come true, we would never know, we might know our friends but we wouldn't love them as the family we now know them as."

Silence again followed her little speech, and when he didn't say anything in return she turned and started walking back inside. When she was a few feet away she turned around and told him one last thing before going inside:

"And George, tell me, would it be worse to have them and not love them or to love them and not have them?"

After she closed the door George looked up at the brightest star, the first star he had seen and made his wish:

"I don't know how this is supposed to work but little star, away up there, I wish, more than anything that, that things were different, that we had, maybe not all of them, but most of our family at least, but also, if it's not too much, I wish we could remember what we've been through, so we don't lose each other. But I only want the wish if I get both parts because J's right, it's better to love them and not have them."

And with that he walked inside with a smile on his face as he and the others played games until morning, none of them knowing that someone really was listening to George's wish. And none of them knowing that their lives would soon be changing.

In-between

Now the people I'm about to tell you about have many names, but I believe their Greek names would be the easiest for you to understand and recognize.

In a place in between our world and the next a woman listened to George's wish, she was tall, pale, and beautiful, and she made up her mind on what she was going to attempt to do, waking her husband she told him to get ready as she requested a meeting with a few others.

Standing in the room was Chronos, a man who looked old, yet young, his hair was white, as though it never had any color, Persephone, her husband Pluto, a man pale like his wife, handsome, but with lines by his eyes as though he's used to sadness, Aphrodite, a woman of beauty and love, with her golden yellow eyes and bright blue eyes, and the fates hidden behind a tapestry as they continued working while the conversation occurred.

Chronos: "what's this about Persephone?"

Fates: "you do realize that what you're thinking will change everything."

Aphrodite: "what are they talking about Seph?"

Hades: "how about we all stop asking questions and Sephone can start at re beginning."

Persephone: "in the year 2008, George Weasley made a wish that not only were things different but that they knew what happened so they could still love the ones they loved."

Fates: "so you brought us here for what? To convince us to change what has already happened?"

Persephone: "no, I brought you here to change what has been wronged. Somehow someone altered the Potter siblings' lives and we are unaware as to what their lives originally were supposed to be. Because of this I believe.."

Aphrodite: "you believe we have every right to change it, to make it a bit more acceptable to your wishes?"

Chronos: "No, she wants to grant a poor boys wish. I see no reason why we SHOULDN'T change things."

Hades: "Chronos and Sephone are right. I mean think about it, Fates, you have said that their lives didn't play out the way you wanted. Aphrodite, you cried for three days straight because soul mates never had a chance to know each other or they were taken away from each other prematurely. Persephone and I have had to open our gates to souls who have died many years before their clocks were up. I agree with Sephone, I want to change their lives."

Chronos: "I stand with Hades,"

Aphrodite: "as do I"

Fates: "well than it seems we have plans to make."