Summary: Harry wishes one night that he could go to a new world. A world
that all his friends, and his parents, and Sirius. The next morning he
awakes, and his dream comes true, only it's different.
A/n: This is sort of in the same vein as the family guy was, sort of how the main person is taken into another world, where something different happened. In this one, Voldemort was still born. With no dark wizard around to kill people, the wizarding population flourished. However, family rivalries began to brew.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters contained in the stories. Not that I wouldn't like to (
Worlds away Prologue
Harry sat up in his room at number four Privet drive, with more letters from friends, and their family wishing him well. The letters seemed to have no content. Just an expression of grief about Sirius's untimely demise. Just another reminder about how dreary his life was.
"Dumbledore decided that he would govern my life with an iron fist, and make sure that fun wasn't allowed. Voldemort or his followers would kill anyone I become more than passing acquaintances with. Fred and George are too busy to cheer me up. Hermione is too stuck in books to care. Ron is too stuck on Hermione to give a damn. Tonks barely knows me. Remus is in depression worse than mine. Mrs. Figg barely gave me a second glance all summer. Sirius is dead.
All in all, everyone comes down into these four categories. Don't know, Don't care, Trying to make my life miserable, or Dead." Harry muttered irritably
Harry sighed.
"Time to go downstairs and make dinner for the ungrateful fat people, who think magic is evil." Harry grumbled
**Later**
'The best meal I have ever cooked, and they don't like it.' Harry thought
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH FETTUCINNI ALFREDO WITH BRAISED CHICKEN STRIPS?!?!?" Harry demanded of nobody in particular
Harry began to beat his pillow to a feathery pulp before going to sleep.
**the next morning**
Harry woke up early, and made the Dursley's breakfast. (Meat lover's Omelet, Coffee, Hashed browns and homemade orange juice.) As usual, everyone complained. Annoyed, Harry returned to his room.
After a few more hours of stewing in his anger, Harry took revenge by setting off his set of Gobstones in Dudley's bed. Nobody noticed.
Harry was in a horrible mood. Everything in the world was screwy and bad. Harry had yet another brawl with his mortally wounded pillow, before making the Dursley's lunch. Another glorious under-appreciated completely spectacular meal went by. All the Dursley's said was that it was too salty. Dudley burned his tongue by licking the skillet, and Harry was punished for it.
When Harry got up the stairs, he angrily threw his entire deck of exploding snap cards at the wall and watched it make a medium sized scorch mark on the wall. It was enjoyable enough to put Harry in a decent mood for the rest of the day. Since he wasn't allowed the "privilege" of going down to dinner with the Dursley's, Harry stayed in his room, and after awhile, found himself doing the only thing he enjoyed: stargazing.
Harry looked at the beautiful dots, twinkling far away. Like fireflies in an endless shadow. Harry almost smiled while watching.
Then Harry saw a shooting star. Harry made his wish.
"I wish I would wake up in another world. A world without Voldemort. A world that still had my parents and Sirius. A world that still had my friends.
Harry slept better that than he had slept in three years.
When Harry woke up the next morning, his bed was not his own. His wish had come true.
To be Continued.
The next chappie to this one might have to wait until after Europe, unless I et a lot of reviews of course. ::hint hint::
A/n: This is sort of in the same vein as the family guy was, sort of how the main person is taken into another world, where something different happened. In this one, Voldemort was still born. With no dark wizard around to kill people, the wizarding population flourished. However, family rivalries began to brew.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters contained in the stories. Not that I wouldn't like to (
Worlds away Prologue
Harry sat up in his room at number four Privet drive, with more letters from friends, and their family wishing him well. The letters seemed to have no content. Just an expression of grief about Sirius's untimely demise. Just another reminder about how dreary his life was.
"Dumbledore decided that he would govern my life with an iron fist, and make sure that fun wasn't allowed. Voldemort or his followers would kill anyone I become more than passing acquaintances with. Fred and George are too busy to cheer me up. Hermione is too stuck in books to care. Ron is too stuck on Hermione to give a damn. Tonks barely knows me. Remus is in depression worse than mine. Mrs. Figg barely gave me a second glance all summer. Sirius is dead.
All in all, everyone comes down into these four categories. Don't know, Don't care, Trying to make my life miserable, or Dead." Harry muttered irritably
Harry sighed.
"Time to go downstairs and make dinner for the ungrateful fat people, who think magic is evil." Harry grumbled
**Later**
'The best meal I have ever cooked, and they don't like it.' Harry thought
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH FETTUCINNI ALFREDO WITH BRAISED CHICKEN STRIPS?!?!?" Harry demanded of nobody in particular
Harry began to beat his pillow to a feathery pulp before going to sleep.
**the next morning**
Harry woke up early, and made the Dursley's breakfast. (Meat lover's Omelet, Coffee, Hashed browns and homemade orange juice.) As usual, everyone complained. Annoyed, Harry returned to his room.
After a few more hours of stewing in his anger, Harry took revenge by setting off his set of Gobstones in Dudley's bed. Nobody noticed.
Harry was in a horrible mood. Everything in the world was screwy and bad. Harry had yet another brawl with his mortally wounded pillow, before making the Dursley's lunch. Another glorious under-appreciated completely spectacular meal went by. All the Dursley's said was that it was too salty. Dudley burned his tongue by licking the skillet, and Harry was punished for it.
When Harry got up the stairs, he angrily threw his entire deck of exploding snap cards at the wall and watched it make a medium sized scorch mark on the wall. It was enjoyable enough to put Harry in a decent mood for the rest of the day. Since he wasn't allowed the "privilege" of going down to dinner with the Dursley's, Harry stayed in his room, and after awhile, found himself doing the only thing he enjoyed: stargazing.
Harry looked at the beautiful dots, twinkling far away. Like fireflies in an endless shadow. Harry almost smiled while watching.
Then Harry saw a shooting star. Harry made his wish.
"I wish I would wake up in another world. A world without Voldemort. A world that still had my parents and Sirius. A world that still had my friends.
Harry slept better that than he had slept in three years.
When Harry woke up the next morning, his bed was not his own. His wish had come true.
To be Continued.
The next chappie to this one might have to wait until after Europe, unless I et a lot of reviews of course. ::hint hint::