DISCLAIMER: Welcome to my story. That's all I own though, the plot and maybe a few original characters along the way. But to make it retard proof, I don't own Harry Potter or any other Harry Potter related things except the this story and the characters aren't mine even. J.K. Rowling is just being nice and letting me borrow then  Please review because this is my first story.

Your Star

Harry lay awake in his bed in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive thinking about the events that have haunted him for the past three weeks, the death of his godfather, Sirius Black.

The Department of Mysteries was a not pleasant experience all together. All of his friends were injured and Sirius fell through the veil. This of course he thought was his fault. Then after that he duels Voldemort and after the duel he is possessed by the Dark Lord himself. While pondering these events Harry slowly got out of bed and walked to his desk. On it laid unfinished homework and open letters from his friends. He had to admit that they were doing a good job at keeping him from grieving too much. Ron's letters were almost always about Quidditch. He picked up the letter he received earlier that day and read it:

Dear Harry,

Hey mate how are you holding up with the muggles? I am doing great! Ginny and me made a 10 galleon bet on these weekends Quidditch game between the Chudley Cannons and the Holyshead Harpies. But we know who's going to win don't we mate? You can come in on the bet too if you want to help clean Gin-Gin out! Let me know

Ron

When he read it earlier he laughed just as much as he did when he read it the second time. Ron is just funny when he's clueless. Harry had put off sending a reply until later so he decided that since he couldn't sleep he would write Ron back now. Picking up his quill he began to write,

Hey Ron,

It's nice to hear from you. The muggles actually took Remus and Mad-Eyes warning seriously because they're actually treating me better. It's mostly the silent treatment but it's a great improvement. I'd love to get into your Quidditch bet. Put me down for 10 galleons on the Harpies. I hear Gwenog Jones is unstoppable this year. I almost feel guilty doing this to you. Well write back with the results and give Ginny my best regards.

Harry

P.S. Ask Ginny how she's going to spend her 10 galleons for me will ya mate? Oh and tell her that I'll write her soon.

Happy with his reply he put down his quill and put the letter in an envelope. Looking around the room for Hedwig he remembered that she was out hunting and set the letter down on his desk. Feeling tired Harry climbed back into bed. Within minutes he was fast asleep.

Harry woke up to being blinded by the sunlight coming into his bedroom. He rolled over to look at his clock and read 11:30. Wow I slept really late. I'm surprised no one came to wake me, he thought. He quickly got dressed and went down stairs to get something to eat. He was met in the kitchen by his Aunt who simply ignored him. He quickly made a sandwich and went back into his room. Upon entering he found Hedwig sleeping on her perch. He decided to let her sleep for a bit and do some reading. Out of boredom Harry had read most of his textbooks including potions. He found that once he learned the theory behind it and without the greasy git hovering over him it was fairly simple. A lot like cooking actually and with how much he's had to cook for the Dursleys he could be quite good at it.

An hour later Hedwig woke up. Harry called her over, "Hey girl will you take this to Ron for me?" Hedwig gave an approving hoot as her answer. After Harry tied his letter to Hedwig's leg she flew off. Harry watched her fly away until she became a speck in the sky before he went back to his reading. He was currently reading a book about becoming an animagus he stole from the Hogwarts library. He read that it would be helpful to meditate so that he could find his form naturally. If he couldn't do it this way he would have to take a potion. So far all he had seen in his meditating sessions was a jungle with a big rock. He keeps waking up at this point. So far Harry guessed that he was a lion. After meditating for 2 hours Harry fell asleep at midnight.

The next day Harry was awoken by Hedwig hooting in his ear. Slightly disoriented he sat up and looked around. After getting pecked in the head by Hedwig for 30 seconds straight he remembered he wrote to Ron. After a quick apology to Hedwig he took the letter from Ron. He found that the envelope was actually a package. He took out the letter from Ron and started to read it;

Hey mate,

Thanks for betting on Ginny's side. Bloody traitor. She's been gloating since we I got your letter. I don't know if you got the Prophet today but as I'm sure you know the blasted Harpies won. I'll never hear the end of it from Ginny, especially since you took her side. All I can say mate is you suck more than a gay vampire. Well here's your 10 galleons in the package. We're going to try to get you out of there soon.

Write soon,

Ron

P.S. Ginny and Dean broke up yesterday. It's about time eh mate?

Harry's side hurt from laughing by the time he was finished reading Ron's letter. He also felt something weird when he read that Ginny was single. I agree with Ron that's all. He reached back into the package and pulled out another letter. He recognized the writing as Ginny's,

Hi Harry,

How are things going over there? Things are chaotic as usual over here at the Burrow. Fred and George are in the process of moving out into the flat above their store in Diagon Alley. It's so wonderful; they're actually living out their dream. And they told me that you may or may not have something to do with their finances. I don't know how much my Knight of Nee brother told you but mum and dad talked to Dumbledore and we can come get you in 12 days. I'm so excited! I haven't seen you in forever. Do you know if your Quidditch ban will still be in affect next year? I hope not. You are the best Seeker Gryffindor has had in a while. It was fun being Seeker but I'm nowhere near as good as you. I'm thinking about trying out for Chaser next year what do you think? You'll be captain no doubt. I really hope so. The team would be doomed if Ron got the job. Well I feel like I'm rambling so I'll probably see you when you get here.

Love,

Ginny

Harry was in shock when he was finished reading Ginny's letter. She'd never said that much to him let alone written to him before.

Harry was about to write her back when a thunderous voice yelled up the stairs, "Boy, get down here NOW!"

Great, thought Harry, I'm in trouble for something I didn't do again. "Coming Uncle Vernon," was his reply as he ran down the stairs.

"Now you listen here boy, we're going out tonight so I don't want any of you r funny business while we're gone, do you hear?" His uncle said in his purple-faced manor.

"Yes I understand perfectly," Harry responded.

"Good and you'll stay in your room the whole time we're gone, got it?" Vernon asked

"Got it," Harry said.

"Right you do boy now get out of my sight," Uncle Vernon said. With that Harry went back into his room.

After listening to see if the Dursleys had left yet, half an hour later Harry snuck down the stairs and turned the television on. He saw that it was on a news station.

"And now with local news," the news man said," disappearances have been reported more than usual these past weeks. Totals are now up to 15 people a week on average. Numbers like this haven't been seen in 16 years. There's something fishy going on out there and I'd advise to stay inside for your safety. And now for the weather, Eric, tell us out forecast,"

"Thanks Greg, the rain and fog have yet to life and as far as I can tell that won't be happening for a while. Tomorrow looks like cloudy with a high chance of a heavy drizzle. This is the exact opposite of last summer. Where was the rain when we needed it? Here's your 5 day forecast," the weatherman said and with that a chart with the next weeks weather was on the screen. Not wanting to see any more Harry turned the telly back off.

Thinking about what he just heard, Harry walked back up to his room. "Damn you Voldemort, they're just muggles!" Harry suddenly yelled to no one. He knew exactly how the disappearances were happening. It was all by the hands of Voldemort. And the weather was no doubt caused by the dementors. Harry suddenly walked over to his desk and pulled out his photo album. He turned to his parents wedding picture. He smiled as he saw his parents smiling back and waving at him. Then he looked to his dad's left and saw a much younger and happier Sirius. He wiped a tear away from his eye from thinking about him. He still was by no means at all over his death. Harry has dealt with death all his life but this one was the worst of all. He thought of Sirius like a father and was sure Sirius thought of him like a son. As the tears were streaming down Harry walked over to his window and looked at the stars. Movement caught the corner of his eye and he looked to the west. He saw a magnificently colored shooting star heading off into the distance.

" Time to make a wish," Harry said to himself, "I wish that I could've spent more time with my parents and Sirius and been able to get to know them." With that Harry watched the star shoot away from him and into the night sky. He slowly walked over to his bed and quickly fell into a restless sleep. Little did he know that the star he wished upon wasn't a normal star and that what he wished for might actually come true.

Well what do you think so far? Good? Bad? Ugly? Send me some reviews so i can know what I'm doing right or wrong. this is my first story so be somewhat nice. And If you have to flame by all means send me some flames. they Keep me warm at night. :)