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Harry Potter and the Ancestral Wish

Chapter 1: Star light, Star Bright

Harry Potter laid back in his bed feeling very depressed. Only just a few weeks ago his godfather, Sirius Black, was killed in the battle at the Ministry of Magic. Harry blamed himself for it. It was his stupid fault. If he hadn't been stupid enough to fall for the trap, Voldemort had set up. Sirius would still be alive. Turning over, Harry slammed his fist into his pillow. How could he have been so stupid?

Sighing, Harry got up and stood at the window. The only thing good this summer was that the Dursleys were treating him better. The Dursleys were scared senseless of what the neighbours would say if wizards turned up in their street if they found out they were mistreating Harry, so they left Harry alone. At the moment, alone was how Harry liked it.

Looking down at his hands, Harry wondered if life was ever going to be alright for him. It always seemed there was one tragedy after another. First his parents, then Cedric Diggory and now his godfather, Sirius Black. Now he felt like there was no one left for him.

Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione, had sent owls, everyday, asking how he felt and not to do anything stupid. Harry had even received an owl from Remus Lupin - another of his dad's old friends from school.

Harry's replies were mostly made up of questions asking when he was getting out of there. So far they hadn't said anything about that. Harry had to admit, that he wasn't looking forward to going back to Grimauld Place. Hopefully, they would take him back to the Burrow.

Harry wondered what life would have been like if his parents had been alive. Would he still be the Chosen One? Or would he be an ordinary boy? Growing up - having a normal life? Sirius would still be alive and Sirius would have never been in Azkaban. For that matter, Cedric Diggory might still be alive.

Thinking on these things, Harry looked out at the sky. It was a cloudless night tonight and stars glittered like diamonds against the dark sky. Then a shooting star shot across the sky.

Closing his eyes, Harry made the first wish that came to his mind "I wish my parents had chosen Sirius as their secret keeper."

Harry slumped back into his bed and fell into a restless sleep.

000

Somewhere above the starry sky, a man asked another, "Should we answer his wish? He is almost sixteen. And he is also The Heir."

The other man considered for a short while, and then nodded, "Yes, I think it is time we grant this most innocent wish. Harry James Potter's ancestors, Godric Gryffindor and Merlin, have spoken. The wish is of the purest innocence."

Then the first man spoke again, in no more than a whisper," Harry James Potter, your Pure Innocent Wish has been granted."

Then, in a flash of light, everything changed, and Harry was no longer living with his Aunt and Uncle.

000

As soon as Harry opened his eyes the next morning, he immediately realised that he was no longer in his bedroom, at the Dursleys. In fact, he didn't think he was in Privet Drive Anymore.

Harry put on his glasses and looked around. The room was at least five times larger and the walls were covered with posters of the English National Quidditch team, all of whom were waving at him. Looking closer at the posters, Harry saw that one of the players was his father, James Potter.

Harry stumbled backwards, tripping over something on the floor. It was impossible. Where was he? His father couldn't be alive. Could he?

AN: Ok I know this sounds a lot like Harry Potter and the Wish of Life but I assure you it isn't. If you read the next chapter you will find it isn't anywhere near the same as it. They only share similar starts that's all. Next chapter has already been written so it should be up quickly. Please don't forget to write reviews please.

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