Chapter 1
My Parents
Harry walked into the bar. It was a quite large and immediately he went over to the middle to buy a beer.
He sat down at the stool next to the bartender. On his right was a 17 year old boy, he must have just been out of Hogwarts. Harry was 57 and was being taught at that memorable school. However they didn't go into much detail of what happened in his youth.
"Can I have a beer," Harry requested.
"Hi Harry, how are you?" he replied while getting him his drink.
"Oh I'm fine, I just got back from the ministry, and there was a raid on a muggle village, being the Minister has proved hard." Suddenly he heard someone say Oh my God from his right and he turned round, it was the 17 year old boy, he was looking at Harry's forehead, he must have only just realised who was sitting next to him.
"You're Harry Potter. I am a big fan of you. I really have wanted to learn about you when you were a child though, they sort of skimmed over it. Although I do know a bit, but what really happened in first year?"
"Aaah, my first year at Hogwarts," he said, trying to remember, "The Philosophers Stone really took over that year. As I started I met my best friend Ron, me and Ron had all our adventures together, and we really did get along well. I also was friends with Hermione, although we had a major fight in the first few months, but then we saved her, and so we also became the best of friends, she married Ron later."
"So what happened with the stone?"
"We disliked Snape, we thought he wanted to take over Hogwarts. You couldn't blame us," he stopped and thought, "we were young and we were preparing to fight Voldemort, no-one could be our friend. So we decided to take him on, as Dumbledore was away," Harry chuckled and then carried on, "he was always away when you wanted him, so we took on "Snape". Until we found out it wasn't Snape. In fact it was Voldemort and Professor Quibbel, my defence against the Dark Arts teacher." He stopped and took another drink of beer from the glass on the counter, he thought over what he was going to say, there was a lot he could say but he didn't want to say something he would regret, "we then had to battle with some plants, find a key and then play a game of chess, with immense pieces. Ron got winded and Hermione stayed with him, leaving me to face Voldemort on my own."
"That must have been scary. But how did you beat the most powerful wizard in the world when you were eleven, I mean you had to beat him, or you wouldn't be there."
"Well because of some magic when he touched me his body evaporated into a sand mixture."
"So then what happened in your second year, anything interesting?" Harry was getting annoyed by the jabbering of these questions at him, he was trying to avoid one subject, and almost had gone into it.
"Well Tom Riddle, the younger version of Lord Voldemort, came out of one of his Horcuxes, a diary, and then came as the new Heir of Slytherin, bringing a Basilisk into the school through, my then future wife, Ginny.. I was quite happy that year, my Quidditch was going well and on the hole the only problem through the year was the snake voices I heard. I do however remember one major incident. I was in the newly found Duelling club, the incompetent fool, Professor Lockhart and Snape were taking it and I duelled Malfoy, my school rival. He then conjured up a snake, and… I talked to it." I went silent, he looked quite shocked and I knew he didn't know I was a Parseltongue, "Yes I was a Parseltongue, one of the many things that I never knew I was until I had gone to Hogwarts, for as I was being looked after by my notorious aunt and uncle. So I entered the Chamber of Secrets, my life changed as I saved Ginny, I had already destroyed one of the things I had to do to defeat Voldemort, which in fact I didn't know at the time, until Dumbeldore explained to me my destiny."
"Wow, you did a lot, especially without parents." Harry's lip quivered, he had never tried to remember about his parents death, he knew he was one of the most powerful wizards ever, but he still didn't have the power to bring his parents back, or to see his life with parents.
"I have to go," Harry got up and left, leaving his half drunken beer, he started to run down the street, his cloak lagging behind hi. It was only across the street from the pub to his house, since he was minister of Magic he had a house in Diagon Alley to be able to get to work quickly. It was a large house and it was down at the end of an alley to get into it so it wasn't where it was noisy. He ran down the alley, the marble path led to a large gate, with a crest at the top. It was a HP in a thunder type way and a lightening bolt through the middle of it. It was his own symbol that he used.
He ran down the cobbled path. He quickly used the charm to open the door and ran into his study and bolted the door. He ran over to the desk. On top of it were some old papers mucked around the table, with a book opened half way through on it upside down. He quickly went through them, he was looking for one particular paper. One that was over 30 years old. He had gotten it from a traveller in Dubai, it was a paper that had a code, that would possibly lead him to having one wish, a wish that could be anything at all. There it was.
