A/N: I really hope that you guys like this story, it'll be my first attempt at something that could last a really long time. I hope that it does, actually, that would be quite fun. I have some very enjoyable plans for this fic, so just keep on reading.
Disclaimer: sigh I really wish that my name was J. K. Rowling. louder sigh I really wish I had a million dollars. loudest sigh I guess wishes don't always come true because I am none of the above.
What If Things Were Different?
Chapter One: Wishes
Harry Potter was having the worst summer of his miserable life. Sirius was dead, and Harry was back at the Drsley's. His life was terrible.
Ron and his family were in Romania, visiting one of his brothers. Hermione was away in France, where apparently, a distant relative of hers had just moved. Harry was doing nothing, as he wasn't allowed to leave the house.
Once again, Harry was alone. His only companion was Hedwig, and she was out flying every other night. Dudly Dursley did not count as a companion, he now attended St. Brutes' School for Incurably Criminal Boys, because he was caught robbing an ice cream shop. Harry didn't see very much of him any more.
Finally, finally, Harry had had enough. He wanted to go somewhere, to do something, other than just sit around reading his spell books.
"I wish I was still in first year, that none of this had ever happened. I wish Tom Riddle had never been born!" he said. He was extremely lonely and miserable, not to mention terrified of what might happen to him if Voldemort found him.
Harry must not have noticed the shooting star outside his window. He didn't see the four leaf clover he got at the World Cup on his dresser. And, most importantly, he missed the tabby cat sitting outside on the curb, aware of every word he said. Only she saw the shooting star. Professor McGonagall smiled to herself.
"Get up, Harry! Get up! You'll be late for school! You'll miss the train! GET UP, HARRY!" a small voice was yelling from somewhere up above.
He opened his eyes. There was a small, red haired girl laying on his chest. Actually, she was pounding on his chest with her little fists, but what ever.
He could see two smaller girls at the foot of his queen sized bed. This was not his bed, he was sure. And he had no idea who these girls were.
A red headed woman walked into the room. She laughed sweetly when she saw the little girl on top of Harry.
"Danny, get off of your brother, and go help Mikaela make breakfast. Carrie, Zoey, come with me. We need to get you ready to go to the station. Harry, are you coming?" she asked, turning to him.
His head was spinning. He knew this woman, of course, but only from pictures.
This was Lily Potter.
He looked at her, stunned. He then looked back at the three girls. Danny, the one on top of Harry, had red hair that reached to her mid back. She also had the exact same green eyes as Harry, only she was wearing glasses. She was skinny as a rail.
The two on the floor had black hair, and the same trademark green eyes. Carrie and Zoey, he had just learned their names. They were pint sized, Harry decided neither could be older than eight.
He looked at himself, and did a double take. There was no scar on his forehead. He was at least a foot shorter than he had been last night, and he was wearing pajamas, something he never did at the Dursley's.
He looked around, at his room. There were quidditch posters all around him, and tiny golden snitches covered his bedspread.
"Mom?" he whispered. And then it hit him like a bludger.
I wish I was still in first year. I wish he had never been BORN!
He had gotten his wish.
A/N: Did you like? I am so proud of myself. This was an excellent first chapter! It could have been longer, but this seemed like the perfect place to stop.
I would like to take this space and kindly tell you to REVIEW, cause if you don't you can forget about me updating this sucker, and that'd be a shame, considering how I've already got chapter 2 written. He he he.
Thanks to Alissa, Sam, ect, ect. All of the people who read my fanfics, thank you.