Wish Granted

By Nickainai

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators / copyright holders is intended.

SUMMARY: Harry Potter made a wish upon a shooting star, the problem is that; he didn't know that in the wizarding world, wishes do come true. The next morning, he woke up with a shock. Eventual Harry/Draco Slash.

WARNINGS: Eventual Harry/Draco slash.

Prologue

It was a drafty summer night. The sky was filled with various twinkling stars. Harry Potter, or rather known as the "Boy-Who-Lived" in the wizarding world, was lying down on the rooftops of the Dursley household where he stayed during every summer break away from Hogwarts where he considered to be home. He was simply star-gazing, thinking about everything that has happened since he found out that he was the "Boy-Who-Lived". It was overwhelming to be the "Boy-Who-Lived," so many events that has occurred recently that completely changed his life. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black died during a battle at the Department of Mysteries, and left him the entire Black fortune. Not only that, he also found that he was a part of a prophecy, simply stating that he is the only one that can vanish the dark lord.

"Stupid scar!" exclaimed Harry, then he sighed. Lord Voldemort gave him this lightening bolt scar the night his parents were murdered because of the prophecy made by a Seer named Sybill Trelawnley.

Harry frowned. "Sometimes, I wish that I wasn't the 'Boy-Who-Lived."

He looked at the sky, and saw a shooting star, shooting across the sky.

'If only, wishes came true.' thought Harry. He looked at the time, it was pretty late, and realized that the Dursleys wouldn't want to wake up and see that their degraded nephew was asleep on the roof.

Harry climbed down the roof, and went into his bedroom window. He greeted his snowy owl Hedwig good night.

The next morning, Harry woke up. He felt completely different. He ignored this feeling, he was still somewhat sleepy, he placed his glassed on his forehead. He entered the bathroom, and quickly had a piss. He walked over to the mirror, he saw a fuzzy figure, and to him; it didn't seem to be himself. It was someone else, he realized that he wasn't wearing glasses. He placed them on, and then was immediately shocked.

He wasn't Harry Potter anymore. He was someone else.

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I'm a bloody girl!" exclaimed Harry as he looked at the mirror.

Harry now had long straight raven black hair that nearly reached his butt. His emerald green eyes remained the same, except now his eyelashes were thicker and darker which framed his eyes nicely. In addition, he recieved a bust, hips, and a curvy butt. Harry analyzed his new features, he noticed that her skin was smooth and flawless, then realized he looked more like her mother, Lily Evans-Potter.

Harry rushed out of the bathroom frantic. He began to pack. He packed the following; wand, invisiblity cloak, galloons, firebolt, mauraders map, cleansing supplies, and some change of clothes.

To be honest, Harry didn't know what to do about this situation. But he knew what to do for the meantime.

Harry ran out of the Dursley household, ran to the park where he seen the Knight Bus for the first time. Took out the trustworthy wand, in a few moments later, the Knight Bus arrived. Stan Shunpike greeted Harry, and didn't ask for his name this time.

Harry wore a cloak that had its hood up, so his identity were hid, at least if he had one.

The Knight Bus eventually arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry greeted his good-byes to Stan and the driver. He rushed into the building, and saw Tom. Harry requested for a room.

"What's your name?" asked Tom.

Harry replied in a very feminine voice, "Uh..."

"Emerald." said Tom

Harry was starled. "What?"

"It's the color of your eyes." explained Tom.

Harry chuckled. She thought about it. "Well, Tom, it's my biological name."

"What's your surname?" asked Tom.

"Oh, I don't have a surname. You can call me Emily for short." said Harry.

"Very well, here's the keys to your room." replied Tom.

"Thanks."

Harry went into room 11, and stayed there all day. He

did not come out of the room for three days. Not even to get some food. He wanted to anaylze the situation more.

He either sat or stood in front of a full length mirror, completely starkers. By the time the clock chimed six o clock in the evening, Harry was a boy again. This was strange. However, Harry felt there was more to this situation that he anticpated. So Harry did not come out that first day. In order to stay awake the whole time Harry was in front of the mirror, he kept conjuring up cofee, wandless. For the momentwhile, he didn't want to use his wand because he didn't want to get tracked by the minstry.

The next morning, Harry was still awake but buzzed from all of that caffeine. Something strange occurred again that morning, at exactly six o clock, Harry transformed back into a girl. Harry stayed in the room for two more days.

So this was the situation. Harry was a boy from six o clock in the evening until six o clock in the morning. The rest of the time, he was a bloody girl!

'Why me?' thought Harry, 'Why does everything has to happen to me!' Harry felt like crying. He couldn't tell anyone about this.

So Harry was stuck.