By Admiral Albia
This is just something I dreamed up while watching `The Queen's Nose` after reading fanfics all morning =P Hope you like it!
Disclaimer; I don't own Peeves, Harry, Moaning Myrtle or anyone else. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Two; Ten Wishes and Four Teenagers
The next morning was Saturday, but this didn't make
Harry's thoughts on what to do with the wish-box any clearer. His first
instinct was of course to wish his parents back to life, but just as he
was preparing to bring them into the dormitory he realised that it'd take
a bit of explaining to the rest of the boys when they woke up to find -
Harry shuddered involuntarily - two half-rotten coffins lying on the floor.
He sighed and got up, grabbing his robes, then paused and looked over at
Neville's bed. People in the Muggle world made sudden, miraculous recoveries,
so why shouldn't people in the wizarding world? Just as Harry's hand was
closing around the box, which he'd left on the bed while he got dressed,
Neville snorted and, from the sound of it, turned over. Harry paused again.
It was Neville's choice, not his. He'd talk to him later, and ask him if
he'd like it done. Slipping the wish-box into his pocket, Harry crept out
of the dormitory and went down to breakfast, still mulling over what he
should do with ten wishes. He wondered vaguely whether he could wish that
the thing could grant wishes to stop people from ever having existed, then
realised something; if he had been able to wish that Voldemort had
never existed, and he had done so, he'd have still known what life had
been like when Voldemort had existed, and therefore he would have seen
Peter Pettigrew almost every day while still knowing that he would betray
them all given a chance. Harry swallowed. He was beginning to see what
people meant when they told you to be careful what you wished for.
"He gave me this." He produced the wish-box, and Ron's mouth dropped open.
"Harry... is that what I think it is?"
"Well, if you think it's a wish-box, then yes."
"Oh. My. God," was Ron's sole reaction. "You know what, Harry, this thing's got more power than all the Ministry Council put together."
"What has?" Hermione asked as she sat down next to them. Ron motioned at the box. "Oh, my... Harry, where did you get that?"
"Peeves," Harry said.
"I hope you haven't used it, Harry, those things can be really dangerous if you're not meant to use them-"
"Peeves gave it to me," Harry said pointedly. "I stopped Filch from throwing him out of the castle."
"Oh. Well, in that case, Harry, just think about what you want, OK?"
"Dumbledore already told him that," Ron said. Hermione went pink.
"I'm just making sure he's careful, that's all, all kinds of things can go wrong. There was one man a few years ago who went insane because he changed the past with a wish and got really confused, the Ministry had a terrible time sorting it out and - Harry, what are you doing?" Harry waved Hermione away as he headed over to Neville and sat down next to him.
"Hi, Neville," he said, wondering how best to play this so that Neville didn't find out that he, Harry, knew about Neville's parents.
"Hi Harry... what's that?" Harry explained about the wish-box.
"And I was thinking, since so much seems to go wrong in your life, you might like to use it to set something right?" His friend stared at him.
"Oh no, Harry, I couldn't, not until you've used it at least... it wouldn't be fair!"
"It would be fair."
"No it wouldn't!" Neville lowered his voice; people were staring at them. "Harry, you say my life's a mess but at least I have a family."
"So do I," Harry argued. "They don't like me and I don't like them, but they're still a family..." he wondered if he was going to have to go through this every time he tried to give someone else a wish and came to the conclusion that he probably would. "Look, just do it, all right? I'm still trying to decide what to do with the thing." Neville looked up at him, shrugged, and placed his hand over the box, which suddenly in bright orange and lurid pink. After all, it had come from Peeves. Neville took his hand away, satisfied.
"We won't know if it's worked until Monday," he said. Harry just nodded vaguely; he'd just remembered that it was a Hogsmeade weekend and Hermione was mouthing `Snuffles` at him. He scooped up the box and the three exited the common room.
A/n; Believe it or not, Neville is not going to be predictable... Sirius' one is sorta predictable, but only because of sheer coincidence... and Ron and Hermione will get a go, don't worry ;-)
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