WISHES

Synopsys: We have all made wishes. Birthday wishes or wishes on a falling star that are never answered, but when the Master of Death makes a wish; people listen.

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Twelve year old Harry Potter had just returned to his relative's house after a frightful second year. He was sitting in his bedroom upon the rickety bed that was his own pondering this past year's events. He said aloud softly.

"This is the second time I faced Voldemort since going to Hogwarts and the second time I was nearly killed. Why is this happening? Am I cursed or something? I wish someone would just tell me what in bloody hell is going on. I wish someone would help me."

Unbeknownst to the young wizard, someone or something was watching and listening.

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Twenty five year old Harry Potter was walking in muggle London towards a small café. Ever since the war ended, he had been so busy with his Auror duties and his marriage with Ginny that he had drifted apart from his best and dearest friend Hermione. They had made plans to have a quiet lunch together in a muggle setting as well as being Weasley free.

Hermione Weasley was waiting patiently for her best friend. She was not happy about the way things have turned out, especially her drifting away from Harry. They were both busy with their own lives and their respective Weasleys but that was no excuse. They would see each other at Weasley family dinners and birthdays but it wasn't the same. She missed the closeness of their once precious friendship because now they barely spoke to each other. It wasn't because they didn't want to; it was because they would always be interrupted by one Weasley or another.

Harry arrived at his destination and immediately spotted Hermione and a smile broke out on his face that reached his eyes. Hermione saw Harry and his smile was infectious as she smiled warmly as well. They greeted each other with a soul warming hug that they didn't want to end. They sat down and ordered a light lunch, neither was very hungry but they needed the excuse. They sat in somewhat comfortable silence then Harry said.

"How have you been?"

"Not to bad; and you?"

"I'm fine," Harry said.

"That never worked before so what's wrong?" Hermione admonished.

"Ginny's pregnant."

"I thought you'd be happy about that. You've always wanted a family," Hermione said but she suspected something was amiss.

"The baby isn't mine," Harry said sadly.

"Are you certain?"

"When Ginny told me I was happy at first but then I got suspicious; I guess I was channeling Moody. I've learned quite a few medical spells and when she was asleep I scanned her and found she was two months along. We haven't been together like that for several weeks. It must have happened when she was away with the Harpies," Harry said with a heavy heart.

"Harry I'm so sorry. What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I can't get a divorce because magical marriages are for life. I'm stuck raising someone else's child knowing my wife cheated on me. You're lucky Ron isn't like that," Harry said heartbroken.

"That's not true. I found out that Ron's been cheating on me as well."

"I'm sorry; how did you find out?" Harry asked in a comforting tone. He knew how she felt.

"At first I didn't want to believe it but then I found proof. I was doing the laundry and found some blond hairs on his clothes. I then found the scent of perfume that I don't wear and well I'm embarrassed to say this but I was feeling randy one night and wanted to wake him seductively then I found another woman's lipstick on him," She said tearfully.

"What happens now?"

"I'm stuck just like you. I can't divorce him and what's worse I can't deny him sex. Some old pure-blood bullshit that said a wife has to service her husband. I can't believe this is happening but I shouldn't be surprised."

"How can you say that?" Harry said sternly.

"He is famous now so he's probably taking advantage of it," Hermione said sadly.

Harry took Hermione's hand in comfort and she was more than grateful for his presence. He always had a calming effect on her whether he knew it or not. She was always safe when she was with Harry. Hermione broke the silence by saying.

"Why didn't we ever date in school?"

"I've asked myself that same question; believe it or not. I can't for the life of me figure out why I never asked you to the Yule Ball. I mean you were my best female friend and I never once considered it a possibility. What about you?"

"I would have said yes if you'd ask me but I can't figure out why I was so enamored with Ron when you and I have always been so close."

"When did you start liking Ron that way?" Harry asked.

"I guess it started in third year."

"When you and Ron went to Hogsmeade without me."

"Yes. I know you started liking Ginny in sixth year," Hermione answered.

"Sixth year; don't get me started. It was like we were two different people. I was a jealous prick and I couldn't do anything right. The funny thing is that I've never been jealous before in my life until then; Dursley training and all."

"And I was a jealous, possessive slag. I mean I was always the mature one in our group and all of a sudden I become a full adult witch then transform into a something I've always hated in other girls. What the hell happened to us that year?" Hermione said.

"Who knows? We'll probably never know. We ended up with exactly who everyone said we should be with regardless of anything else. I ended up with my biggest fan," Harry said.

"And I ended up with Gryffindor's version of Malfoy. Ron's still a bigot when it comes to Slytherins. I have several co-workers that were from that house and Ron is always going on about them."

Harry started chuckling and Hermione was taken aback by his response. She asked sternly.

"What is so funny?"

"I'm sorry. I was just thinking of something Luna told me a couple of weeks ago. She said 'the end was written before the story was even told' or something like that."

"Luna always did have a way about her. Sometimes I wish I never married Ron," Hermione said thinking of her unusual friend, Ron never liked her.

"That's for certain. I just wish I knew what happened to us back then. I wish I could fix us. I wish I never married Ginny," Harry said aloud.

At that very moment, the entity watching over Harry said in a commanding voice. "SO MOTE IT BE!" Then in a bright flash of light, Harry Potter was gone.

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Twelve year old Harry Potter had only just finished pondering the past year's events when there was a blinding flash of white light; brighter than the sun. The light subsided and young Harry blinked his eyes rapidly, attempting to clear his vision. Once the spots disappeared, he saw before him a man with eyes just like his. He said in a frightened voice.

"Who. . . Who are you?"

Auror Potter looked around and could not believe what he was seeing. He was back at the Dursley's. He pondered to himself, what in bloody hell happened? Why in the hell am I here? He was distracted from his musings when he spotted a younger version of himself. His greatest fear was realized when he heard the unmistakable tone of Vernon bellowing.

"BOY! You had best not be doing any of your freakishness or there will be trouble. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Young Harry answered.

The younger version of himself looked upon him with questions and fear. Auror Potter said softly, "I'm not going to harm you, but you must trust me. Do you trust me?"

Young Harry nodded in agreement albeit reluctantly. Auror Potter smiled weakly then drew his wand. He cast a silent Point Me spell to find true magical north then proceeded to draw a Rune Pattern with his wand on all four walls of the miniscule bedroom. Once completed, the runes glowed briefly then subsided then became invisible. Auror Potter spoke in a normal tone.

"We can talk normally now."

"What did you do? What were those drawings? Who are you?" Young Harry asked frantically.

"Let's sit down and I'll try to explain"

Young Harry agreed with the man and sat on his bed. Auror Potter pulled the chair from the desk and cast a silent Reparo spell and the chair was like new. He spoke in a professional but soft tone.

"I'm not quite sure what or how it happened but I'm you from the future."

"Are you shitting me?" Young Harry answered.

"I'm afraid not. Let's look at this logically. What was the last thing you were doing before I arrived?"

"I was thinking about last year and how I wished someone would explain why Voldemort was after me."

"Oh shit!" Auror Potter exclaimed. "What were your exact words?" he asked.

"I said I wish someone would tell me what in bloody hell is going on. I wish someone would help me," He said raising his voice.

"Calm down. I think I know what happened but it's too far fetched to believe. Before I arrived here I made a wish as well. I wished I knew what happened to me and Hermione and other things. I think our combined wishes made this possible," Auror Potter stated.

"Are you telling me that our combined wishes came true?" Young Harry asked sarcastically.

"Stranger things have happened and wish magic does exist but I never heard of something like this happening."

"Okay, so what now? What about what you just did? What happened to Hermione?" Young Harry said frantically.

"Well first of all those pictures are called Runes. I placed a privacy ward inside this room and tied them to the existing wards around this house. It's a trick I learned from a curse breaker. As for Hermione, let's just say that every story doesn't have a happy ending," Auror Potter said solemnly.

"Did she die?" Young Harry asked sadly.

"In a sense; her spirit died because of her husband's betrayal. I was betrayed by my wife and I wished to fix what had happened."

"That sucks. I thought my luck would get better once I left here but it didn't," Young Harry said.

"Tell me about it."

"Okay so now that you're here, what happens now?"

"Well for starters let me tell you what you want to know. I warn you now that you will not like it," Auror Potter stated flatly.

"I need to know."

"I know exactly how you feel. Well the short version is that Voldemort heard of a prophecy that told him that Harry Potter will be his downfall," Auror Potter said flatly.

Young Harry's eyes bulged out and he was about to go into shock but Auror Potter calmed him down. He composed himself enough to say, "I have to fight him? If that's true, why hasn't Professor Dumbledore trained me? Why hasn't he told me?"

"Dumbledore is a control freak. There is an old saying 'knowledge is power.' Dumbledore had all the knowledge so he had all the power and felt he had the right to use people as he saw fit. By the time he told me the truth, it was too late. By the time the war really started, I was so ill prepared I'm surprised I won. I did win though but by dumb luck. Many good people died; good friends died because Dumbledore needed to keep his secrets. The old bastard died without telling me anything. The reason he never prepared me was he wanted me to enjoy my childhood; like I ever had one," Auror Potter spat.

"I won't let that happen. Now that I know, I can prepare. Should I tell Ron and Hermione?" Young Harry said in a determined voice.

"No, let's just keep this between us for now. The first thing you need to do is study more. We have some time and I can take care of some things to make it easier on you," Auror Potter said.

"You want me to study harder? Ron won't like that but Hermione will," Young Harry stated with a smile.

"FUCK RON! HE WAS THE ONE THAT BROKE HERMIONE'S HEART!" Auror Potter shouted venomously.

"Ron and Hermione got married? How in the hell did that happen? They fight all the time; I even heard them bicker about bickering once. They can't stand each other. How did they hook up?" Young Harry said confused.

"That is something I intend to find out. I think someone interfered where they didn't belong and it all started in our third year."

"That's the year I'm going into. What should we do?"

"First off, drop Divination and take Runes and Arithmancy. Write a letter to Minerva telling her you met someone who showed you how runes worked and were interested in learning about them," Auror Potter said.

"Okay, but why did you call her Minerva?"

"After the war, we became friends; believe it or not. She was a great friend and a wonderful person once you get past her stoic exterior," Auror Potter said chuckling lightly.

"Okay I'll write her tomorrow. What's next?" Young Harry said eagerly.

"Just try and relax; we still have some time. I'm going to go on a little excursion and pick up some supplies for us. You may not like it here but you are protected from Voldemort's people. Oh and before I forget; you can do magic in this room. Just don't shoot anything out the window or out the door," Auror Potter commanded.

"Wicked! Thanks for that."

"No problem, I wonder why no one did that for me the first time around?"

"Probably because you're an arsehole," Young Harry teased.

"Takes one to know one mini me. Get some rest; I'll be back before morning." Auror Potter retorted playfully.

The two laughed together Auror Potter opened the window and visually scanned the immediate area. He jumped through the open window and landed softly on the ground, using a well timed cushioning charm. Young Harry thought that was the coolest thing he'd ever seen. The first thing he did with his new found magical freedom was cast Reparo on his bed, pillows and blankets making them good as new. He fell asleep quickly with this new found comfort.

Auror Potter quickly moved outside the wards, noticing that they only extended to the property line and not further as he was led to believe. He was curious so he did a quick scan of the wards and he was not pleased to find a mail ward present. He had work to do so he let that be for now. He quickly found a secluded spot and apparated silently to his first destination.

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During his time as an auror, Harry tracked several rogue death eaters to various safe houses. They were all under the Fidelius Charm but having questioned certain key people; he learned the secrets. He found his first target, which was only three kilometers from Durskaban, and set to his task. He found the hidden stash of money, wands, clothing, potions, liquor and food and packed it all in an available trunk. So nice of them to provide this for me, he mused to himself. Before leaving, he set an interesting and dangerous ward he learned from Fleur and left with his booty. Auror Potter hit five more safe houses in less than three hours. His last stop was Gringotts bank were he opened a vault under an alias then exchanged several hundred Galleons for pounds and returned to his younger self.

He carefully entered the wards, and felt no disturbance. He levitated himself to the open window and found his younger self fast asleep. He emptied his pockets of the shrunken trunks and removed his leather jacket. He then transformed into his animagus form of a large ginger cat that closely resembled Crookshanks. He jumped up on the bed and curled up at young Harry's feet and fell into a deep slumber. He had much to do and hoped he could set things right, but for now he slept.

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The next morning, young Harry was awoken by his aunt's screech and he reluctantly complied. He put on his glasses and found a large cat that was also awakened. He went to touch the furry creature when he jumped down and stretched out then transformed into Adult Harry. He said.

"Sorry about that I should have warned you."

"No worries, I guess this is why you and McGonagall got along so well."

"She's the one who taught me. You had best get moving, I don't want to deal with Aunt Bitch-unia," Auror Potter said grinning.

Young Harry chuckled aloud and began his morning routine. He noticed the trunks but would find out about them later. He set to make breakfast and began his daily chores for his loving family. Luckily his relatives left for a few hours so Auror Potter helped his younger self. The entire house was cleaned in a fraction of the time it would have normally taken. Auror Potter had much experience in cleaning house since his beloved wife was usually traveling, therefore rarely helped him.

Once finished, the auror set to make a huge breakfast for both of them, with his acquired supplies and he called in his younger self and they ate like kings. One of the biggest problems the auror had was the lack of proper food over the summer; it would no longer be a problem. While eating Auror Potter spoke.

"I know you're wondering where those trunks came from. In short, I stole them from Voldemort. He had several safe houses for his minions and I relieved them of their wares. I think its poetic justice using his supplies for our needs; don't you think?"

"Sucks to be him. I usually don't eat like this during the summer."

"Remember I'm you. I know everything you know up to now. Once you're done outside meet me in your room and we can begin preparing," Auror Potter commanded.

"Aye, aye captain," Young Harry teased giving him a playful salute.

"I was a cheeky little shit wasn't I?"

They both laughed and finished their meal happily. Auror Potter hadn't had a reason to laugh in quite awhile and this was refreshing. Young Harry returned to his chores and Auror Potter cleaned up the dishes. He returned to the smallest bedroom and repaired the desk and pilfered another chair from the attic. While there he scanned for anything magical and came up empty; he needed to be certain. He then scanned the forbidden room of his relatives and found what he was looking for. His Aunt had kept a shrunken trunk with his parent's belongings and was supposed to give it to him when he turned eleven but she never did. Being the loving, caring soul she was; she discarded it after he left since she couldn't open it.

Auror Potter sat at the desk and pulled out some parchment and began making plans. He didn't want to disrupt the time line too much but some things needed to be changed. He made a list and was satisfied with the results but things change. He really wanted to get back at Dumbledore for everything he went through and decided to manipulate the master manipulator; the only question was how. He was startled by the appearance of mini me and the two began to plan. Auror Potter spoke.

"The first thing you need to do is write Minerva. While you're doing that, I'm going to go to the bookstore and buy some things you'll need. Then I'm going to teach you how to study properly then we are going to go through our parent's things."

"What do you mean our parent's things?"

"Our loving aunt had a trunk with everything that survived that night and kept it from me. I found it so we are going to go through it together."

"I never knew anything survived. Why didn't anyone tell you about it?"

"Remember what I told you about Dumbledore. He loved to keep secrets but he was also remarkably naive. He believed in the good of people but he never wanted to believe some people were just pricks. He felt everyone deserved redemption without working for it; they just deserved it. I never knew why and I don't really care. The biggest problem he caused was the fact that he protected the bad and punished the good," Auror Potter stated.

"So if this doesn't work, I'm going to turn into a cynic?"

"Trust me; you have to be a little cynical just to survive in this world."

"I guess you're right. I'll start on the letter."

Auror Potter nodded in agreement and put on his leather and pocketed some Galleons and pounds then made his way to the back door and was on his way. Meanwhile, young Harry pondered the information his older self had given him. To be truthful, he didn't really like his older self and wondered how he became such an arse. After finishing his letter, he thought to himself, if Hermione married Ron then who did I marry? I hope it wasn't Ginny because she makes me nervous. Besides, the Weasleys are nice and all but there are too many of them. I'd go mad in that family.

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Auror Potter apparated to Diagon Alley and headed towards the trunk store. He bought a multi-compartment trunk, like Moody's, and hit several different shops before returning to HQ, as he now called it. He met with mini me, as he teased him, and read his letter and sent it off with Hedwig. That was another thing he needed to fix. He brought out the new trunk and resized it saying.

"This is your new trunk. It has seven compartments and lots of space. I bought a shit load of books, parchment, quills and ink and potion ingredients. I also bought some muggle school supplies to help you stay organized. I know you don't like this but it will help in the long run. If I remember correctly, the Dursleys will return at 1800; I mean 6:00 PM."

Young Harry nodded an affirmative then Auror Potter continued.

"Cool that gives us a few hours to go through our parent's things. Are you ready for that?"

"Let's do it."

Auror Potter smiled at his younger self's enthusiasm. He resized the trunk and let his younger self have the honors. Inside was a multitude of items. Books, paintings, personal items and the like. Their mother's jewelry as well as their father's ring was present. Auror Potter was pleased to find something that he thought he would never see; his father's prank journal as well as his mother's diary. His heart started pounding as he held the books in his hands. Young Harry asked.

"What are those books?"

"They're our parent's personal journals. Would you mind if I read them before you?"

"Why would I mind? I mean you waited longer than I did and you never got the chance because of Petunia," Young Harry stated.

Auror Potter smiled at his younger self and wondered how he changed so much from the boy he once had been. Then he remembered what he had been through and vowed to make things better.

It was getting close to the Dursley's return so the two Potters ended their project and set to their specific tasks. Young Harry had to prepare dinner and Auror Potter did the same for them. He also removed all the contents of the trunk and sorted all those items for more efficient perusal.

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The Dursley's returned home right on schedule for their evening feeding. They ate their fill and Young Harry ate what was left. He finished the dishes and returned to his room where he would have a proper meal. He was not disappointed as Auror Potter made a feast that would fill even Ron; maybe not but close. Young Harry even got his first taste of butterbeer and was hooked. As they were enjoying their repast, young Harry made a startling discovery.

"You know since you keep saying our parents, does that make us like brothers?"

Auror Potter was surprised at his younger self and said smiling, "I guess it does in a way."

"What should I call you then?"

"One of my aliases was Evan Jameson, so you can call me Evan if you want," Auror Potter said.

"I like it. Were you a cop or something?"

"Or something," Evan said with a grin.

"Cool. What do we do next big bro?" Harry said with a cheeky grin.

"Well little bro, we finish dinner then we continue sorting through all this stuff. We pack anything useful in your new trunk and return the rest. Then we get a good night's sleep and we start fresh tomorrow. I know it will be difficult but if I push too hard let me know. I don't want to do more harm than good."

"That sounds fair. I was wondering, are you going to tell me what happened during third year?"

"I want to but I'm afraid I might screw up something. I will give you some advice along the way but I'll just let you be. I need to find out what went wrong and try to fix it from behind the scenes as it were," Evan said.

"How are you going to do that?"

"I have no fucking idea, but I know where to start," Evan said evilly.

"I don't want to know," Harry said shaking his head.

The two finished eating and Evan cleaned up the mess with an expert wave of his wand. The two Potters went through the rest of the items and packed all the books and several other items in Harry's trunk and repacked the rest. Harry was tired so he went to sleep as Evan stayed awake to sort through his ill gotten gains. Every trunk now had a specific item and was easier to manage. Hedwig returned from her trip with a letter and Evan took the parcel and gently stroked Hedwig. He missed her terribly and wanted to be certain she survived this time.

While tending to his old familiar, he felt something strange on her and his Auror instincts kicked in; Hermione used to call it his Spider Sense as he could detect magic around him. He spoke softly.

"Hedwig, will you allow me to scan you? I sense something off."

Hedwig nodded fiercely and stood still. Evan drew his wand and scanned the snowy owl and found a compulsion charm as well as a tracking charm. Evan quickly removed both of them and Hedwig was most gracious as she nibbled his fingers lovingly. Evan pondered this discovery then said.

"I know girl and I don't like it either. May I put a repulsor charm on you for protection. I promise it won't hurt."

Hedwig nodded her agreement and Evan set to his work. The repulsor charm was standard on all Ministry owls to prevent tampering; standard thirteen years from now but who's complaining. His job complete Hedwig was quite pleased with his work then nipped Evan's fingers affectionately. She flew out the window to hunt and Evan was left to his thoughts. With the present evidence it pointed to one man, but the auror in him told him wait. Patience was something he learned a bit too late as it cost him two good aurors for his recklessness; then again he listened to Ron.

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The rest of the summer went by well. Harry and Evan worked hard on Harry's study habits and on his physical conditioning as well. Evan taught Harry how to write more clearly and more precise. He taught him how to brew proper potions, since Snape was useless. Evan gave Harry pointers on how to detect magic, as it was a natural ability but most of all they bonded as brothers.

Harry's skill with a wand grew quickly, since he could practice whenever he wanted. His mother's diary contained several useful spell that both Potters quickly learned and found most intriguing. They spent many nights browsing the various books from their parents and learned quite a few useful things. Evan eventually talked Harry into reading Hogwarts: A History; it really was a good book. Evan loved his little brother but felt sorry for him. He knew there was a Horcrux inside of him and he didn't know how to remove it without killing him.

All too soon 31 July arrived and it was time to celebrate. Evan prepared a cake for them and they celebrated their thirteenth and twenty sixth birthdays together. When Harry received his gifts from his friends, Evan remembered what a fool he was back then. He never remembered Hermione's birthday when they were at school and this fact ate away at him and he knew just the gift to get her.

When Harry's Hogwarts letter arrived, Evan decided to get some payback. When Harry approached Vernon to sign his Hogsmeade permission slip, Evan under the invisibility cloak cast a silent Imperio on Vernon and the slip was signed. Evan already worked out how to get the map from the twins. That night, Harry and Evan left the Dursleys for the rest of the summer; the Marge incident never happened.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter.

A/N: This is my first attempt at time travel. I have a bunch of stories on my lap-top and I use them to try different things for my main stories.