DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter in the slightest! I have also borrowed ideas from other books like this, but don't fear, I have made them more original, I just needed a few ideas. (And I will, of course, credit the book they belong to and encourage you to read them.)

Prologue: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

"Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through"

Harry James Potter was a sixteen year old wizard with a huge burden on his shoulders.

When he was fourteen, he had watched a friend - albeit a friend he didn't know very well, but a friend nonetheless - die at the hands of one of the men he hated the most.

When he was fifteen, he had been forced to watch as his godfather and the man's cousin (his mad, mad cousin) dueled and his godfather fell into a veil behind him, shock still left on his features.

And now, at sixteen, he had lost his mentor, his death caused by one of his old employees. A man he had trusted had stabbed him in the back.

He had seen a lot in his young life. He didn't want to continue, not really. He had to, though, didn't he?

Wasn't it his fate to save everyone from Lord Voldemort?

Yeah. That was all he was good for.

At that current moment, Harry James Potter was staring out of his window in the smallest bedroom of the Dursley house. It was a quiet evening, he supposed, but considering he hadn't really been taking anything in since Dumbledore's funeral, he didn't really take much notice.

It was a starry night, the sky twinkling. It reminded Harry of Dumbledore's eyes. He wouldn't ever see that twinkle again.

It shocked him sometimes, remembering that he wouldn't ever see his headmaster again. All because of Snape.

Snape, a man that Dumbledore had trusted, had betrayed him, stabbed him in the back, murdered him without even blinking.

It was understandable if he struggled to sleep after watching that.

He didn't sleep much anyway, if he was being honest with himself.

It was one of those nights where grief hit him hard and suddenly. One moment he would be staring at the stars, then he would remember Dumbledore, Cedric, his parents, Sirius, and everything would come crashing down.

He found himself wishing on a star, something he used to (try and) do when he was younger. He couldn't see them then, considering he lived in a cupboard, so when they hadn't come true, he had assumed that there weren't any stars out that night.

Then, of course, he had discovered that wishes didn't come true (something he should have really figured out when his parents didn't come back to life) and all of his hopes were crushed.

Please... Please just let me see Sirius again.

He felt bad wishing things like this, wishing he could see Sirius and everyone else who had died, when there were still people that he loved living.

What would Ron and Hermione think? Would they think that he didn't care for them, that he would prefer to be with the people he had lost over them?

No, surely they knew, surely they understood that he just missed them, missed them to the point of wishing to see them again. Right?

In Harry's heart, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that he would happily see his dead loved ones rather than see his living ones.

He also hated to admit that he knew that wasn't going to happen. None of his friends would allow him to die this early - nor did he want to. He didn't want to let any more people down.

I - I just want to see Sirius one last time. Please.

He always doubted wishes. What he didn't know is that this one - this one would come true.

"Harls - Harls, you need to wake up!" a voice whispered in Harry's ear. "C'mon, please? I need to check you're okay!"

"M'name's not Harls," Harry groaned, feeling unusually worn out and stiff. Strange... he hadn't done anything the night before, had he?

"Sorry, sorry, I know you don't like me calling you that," the voice continued, trying its best to stay quiet. "Harry, then. Are you okay? What did they do?"

"I - I - what?" he gasped out, putting a hand on his chest, keeping his eyes tight shut. "I don't - understand -"

The voice growled. "I hate it when they use the Imperius on you. You're always so - so - I don't know how to explain it. Come on, you need to get better, we're going to the Potter's and I know you don't like it when people see you hurt."

And at that, Harry opened his eyes.

A young - probably around nine or ten years old - boy looked back at him. His grey eyes were filled with concern (for Harry, maybe) and also, strangely, fear. Of Harry? No, probably the person who had hurt him. His dark hair kept swinging into the boy's eyes and he was constantly pushing it away from his eyes.

He reminded Harry of Sirius.

"W-who are you?" Harry murmured, his eyes wide as he took this person in.

"Come on, Har," the boy muttered, moving his hair again. "You know who I am. Sirius Black?"

Harry blinked, pushing his own hair away from his eyes. He paused, looking at the locks intently.

His hair was a dark brown, and rather than being mess, was rather tame. He squinted at the boy - Sirius.

"You know..." Sirius said, shrugging, "your brother? Twin brother, in fact? Older twin brother?"

Harry glanced at him, confused for a moment but shook his head.

He must be imagining things. There was no way he would happen to somehow travel to an alternate universe where Sirius was still alive the night after he had wished to see him again?

"This has to be a dream," Harry breathed out. "There's no way I'm here."

"You'll be okay," Sirius said, holding Harry close to him. "I'll help you. I promise."

Sirius was thinking of something much different to what Harry had gone through, Harry realised.

He should try and enjoy this for as long as he could, if it was real. It would be nice if he could get another chance.

Just one more chance, and he could save everybody.

I hope you enjoyed! I was going to have the rating as K, but then I remembered my plans for 6th year and... well... T works better for that scenario.

I know this seems a bit confusing for now, but the next chapter should clear it up a little. It will time travel into the future a little, not by much, just enough so that it's easier for me to write the story. If Harry is distrusting of everyone, it will take a while for this story to move on andI don't want that.

I would also like to say that this is just the prologue, the other chapters will be much longer. Next chapter will probably be bringing everything in this world up to speed.

Please review! I'll answer all of them at the top of the next chapter!

(If you guys find it better that I reply at the bottom, tell me and I will.)

I would also like to add that despite this chapter being out, well, now, that does not mean all the pre-written chapters will come out on set days! I want to get a good chunk of this written and I am only publishing this now to see if people like it!

(Of course, if it's been like, a month, then I'm gonna add a new chapter. I'm not horrible.)

I have three chapters written in advance and I would like to keep it that way. The minute I have written an extra chapter, then I publish the next one and I still have three chapters written.

Enjoy!

Next Chapter:

Harry is brought into this new world, where he must become used to his new family along with hiding who he truly is. Along with a small trip to the Potters, will Harry be able to quickly become accustomed to this new world, or will he ruin his cover day one?

I will also be putting a recommendation of a Harry Potter fanfiction at the bottom of each chapter after this one :)

Thank you, and goodbye! Enjoy your day!

- (In case you're wondering what to call me: ) Jesse :)