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A WISH ON THE IMPOSSIBLE

By: littlewhitehorse and crystaldream1:

Chapter 2:

"Wow!" Parvati gushed as she unknowingly leaned in closer to Harry to take a better look. "It's beautiful."

Harry nodded. He blushed when he noticed how close they were.

"What do you think it is?" Parvati asked without taking her eyes off the object in Harry's palm.

"Make a wish," Harry whispered out of the blue. Purposely ignoring the question.

Parvati looked up at him, making their faces inches apart.

"What should I wish for?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Anything you want," Harry said.

"A wish," she said softly. "Alright then."

She closed her eyes and mumbled something inaudible.

Harry held his breath. God, she was beautiful.

Parvati opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Ok, it's your turn now."

"Wha? Uh. What did you say?" Harry asked, shaking his head.

She looked at him oddly. "Make a wish," she said.

"Even for the impossible?" he asked slyly.

"You said anything," Parvati answered with a careless shrug.

"Ok then," Harry said with a smile. He closed his eyes and muttered a wish under his breath.

When he opened his eyes he saw a funny smile on Parvati's lips.

"What?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

Parvati shook her head. "Are you going to let the feather go?"

Harry turned his attention back to the gold feather in his fist. "Should I?"

Parvati let out a laugh. "Of course," she glanced at him. "How will our wishes come true?"

Harry chuckled. "May I remind you that neither one of us knows what kind of feather this is. It might be valuable," he said.

"Since when does Harry Potter care about money?" Parvati asked after she lay down on the soft grass comfortably beside Harry, who was sitting up.

"Since never," he opened his fist and blew the feather away.

Parvati's eyes followed the flight of the golden feather. "Yeah," she mumbled, a smile on her lips. "I thought so."

~*~

Remus was humming a happy tune as he strolled along the corridors of Hogwarts. He woke up with high spirits that morning when he remembered the scene that he stumbled upon last night along with Ron and Hermione. (Although he couldn't say the same for them.) Even the teachers noticed how pleased he was today. Most of them asked favors already and it wasn't even after lunch.

He was passing the library when he stopped in his tracks as he spotted a familiar head of unruly black hair through the wide open door. Without hesitation he walked in jauntily towards the student who was seated in a table piled high with different research books.

"Hello Harry," Remus greeted with a knowing smile. "What brings you here this early?"

"Hello Professor," Harry greeted without looking up. "Oh, I'm just looking for something."

"Want me to help?"

Harry abruptly looked up at his teacher suspiciously.

"It's alright, I guess. If you have the time, I mean," Harry added hastily.

"I have time," Remus sat down in front of Harry without touching the books. "What are we looking for?"

"A feather of some sort."

"A feather you say? Perchance this feather is a pale luminous...um, gold?" Remus said with a mischievous grin.

Harry looked up suddenly. "You know about this feather?" he asked eagerly.

"You won't find it there Harry," Remus said, pointing to the books on his table.

"But where--?" Harry started to say.

Remus beckoned Harry to follow him. He stood up at once; keen on finding more about this mysterious feather. Both teacher and student went out of the library and walked to Remus' office.

"What are we doing here?" Harry asked him, a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, you wanted to know more about a feather, right?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

"You'll find your answers in there," Remus said, pointing to a bowl filled with some sort of silver substance. It looked familiar. Yes, Harry knew what it was. He looked over at his professor and raised his brow in question.

"You know how it works, don't you?" Remus asked.

Again, he nodded.

Remus grabbed Harry's hand, and as he touched the silver substance in the bowl, Harry, along with Remus, lurched forward and were both sucked inside a swirl of colors. Harry fell to his knees as he landed forcefully on the ground.

Remus absentmindedly helped Harry up. When he was standing upright he waited a while for his eyes to adjust to the dark. After a few seconds of awkward silence (Harry guessed that Remus was having trouble adjusting to the sudden darkness as well) Harry glanced around and was surprised to see two silhouettes hidden beneath the leaves of the old tree beside the lake.

"Is that you?" Harry asked in a whisper indicating the two figures.

"No," Remus said while he shook his head. "Your parents Harry."

"My parents?" Harry asked breathlessly. He felt his pulse speed up. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Harry didn't bother to question the lack of response from Remus; he had a feeling that Remus was feeling rather overwhelmed about seeing his friends again. Until it dawned on him,

"I thought that this is your memory," Harry looked around. "Where are you?"

"Oh, yes." Remus cleared his throat. "You'll probably think of me as a sneaky con artist from now on Harry, but you should remember that I'm still your professor." Remus said with a weak grin.

Harry smiled back at his professor; he sensed that he knew where this was going.

"Well?" Harry prompted.

"We had your father's cloak." Remus said in a rush.

"We?"

"Yes," Remus glanced down at him. "We. Sirius and Peter were with me."

"Ah," Harry nodded his head. "One of the famous Marauders' exploits I assume?" he asked with a grin.

"You can call it that," Remus replied. "Come on, we'll miss the highlight." Remus started to walk towards the tree.

"Highlight?"

Remus donned one of his mysterious smiles again, "You'll see."

"Sounds interesting." Harry said as he caught up to Remus' brisk walk.

"Quite." Remus said dryly. "Ah, here we go."

As soon as the words flowed out of Remus' mouth, Harry heard whispers coming from his right.

"Wormtail, that's my foot!"

"Sorry Padfoot."

Once Harry heard the name, he instantly turned around.

"Padfoot?" Harry muttered under his breath.

Remus tapped Harry on the shoulder to get his attention. "Not there Harry, we're here for the feather."

He nodded as he tried to turn his mind back to his parents.

"Where is it?" Harry whispered.

"Be patient Harry." Remus said, doing a perfect imitation of professor McGonagall.

Harry looked back at his parents who were cuddling together under the tree. Suddenly his father's hand shot up above Lily's head.

"Come closer Harry." Remus said.

Harry complied and took a couple of steps forward.

Now he could hear his parent's conversation better.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked James indignantly.

Harry stifled a laugh as he noted the awkward position of his parents. James was, in a word, sprawled on top of Lily.

James looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry, but there was something over your head."

"Oh? What is it?" questioned Lily as James straightened up. "Did you catch it?"

"Yes," James grinned at her wickedly. "So you can't say that Quidditch has no other use."

Harry saw his mother roll her emerald green eyes.

"Whatever." She muttered before perking up and inquiring again. "What is it?"

James looked intently at his clenched fist curiously. "I don't know myself" he shrugged.

Lily leaned closer and looked at his fist eagerly. "Well – then let's take a look."

Harry's eyes widened as he recognized some parts of the scene.

"Why do you look so surprised?" Remus asked with an amused smile.

"Nothing." Harry mumbled.

"That's beautiful." Harry heard Lily say breathlessly.

"What do you think it is?" James asked as his face scrunched up in concentration.

Lily shrugged. Her face lit up as she looked up at James. "Make a wish, James." She instructed.

"What?" He asked looking rather surprised at the suggestion.

"Make a wish." Lily repeated.

"What will I wish for?" James asked looking thoroughly amused at her.

"Anything you want," Lily said.

"A wish," he said softly. "Alright then."

He closed his eyes and mumbled something inaudible.

James opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Okay, it's your turn now."

"Wha? Uh. What did you say?" Lily asked, shaking her head.

He looked at her oddly. "Make a wish," he said.

"Even for the impossible?" she asked slyly.

"You said anything," James answered with a careless shrug

"Ok then," Lily said with a smile. She closed her eyes and muttered a wish under her breath.

When she opened her eyes she saw a funny smile on James' lips.

"What?" she asked. "Is there something on my face?"

James shook his head. "Your face is perfect."

Lily shook her head, her hair flowing behind her. "What is it then?"

"I always wondered how you look when you're asleep," James said.

Lily crossed her arms over her chest.

James laughed. "No malice there Lily."

Lily still didn't look convinced.

James moved closer to Lily and put a finger under a chin, forcing her to look at him and only him.

"I took me so long to get you Lily, what makes you think I'll think that way?"

A slow smile crept up Lily's face.

Remus tapped Harry's shoulder, and again they pitched forward and were sucked once more into a swirling mass of colors.

A/N: The pensieve is an important part in this story; questions of Harry will be answered in the next chapter. There will be another pensieve scene in the next chapter so be patient. We'll post it as fast as we can. Now. It's time for you to do the last two instructions.