Chapter 1
*Characters belong to JK. I'm just playing around with them. Thanks to my editetor(her word not mine) & personal friend AristaNyx for looking over my story for mistakes & grammar*
As Harry stood beside Hermione in his moment of accomplishment, he couldn't help but wish those he lost during the war could be there, smiling at him, relishing in this proud moment of his life. He so wished Sirius could be there to clap him on the back, Remus to tell him how proud he is and how proud his parents would be of him.
He looked around at all the faces, smiling at him, yet not one who was there truly for him, other than Hermione and the small bunch of the Weasley clan.
"Harry? You alright?" Hermione asked, bringing him back.
He nodded. "Yeah. Fine."
Hermione gave him a small, yet sad smile. "I know you wish they were here. So do I." She gave his hand a squeeze.
Harry just nodded. After the pictures were taken and a small interview was done, he Floo'd back home. He now called Grimmulaud Place home. With the help of his friends and Mrs. Weasley, the place has become more like home.
He walked to the kitchen to find a note left on the fridge for him. 'Harry Dear. There is plenty of food in the fridge and cupboard for you. Just do a quick heating spell and enjoy. Please eat. Love, Molly'
Harry smiled. He opened the fridge and found the tuna casserole she made and done a quick heat spell and sat at the table to eat. It was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Hermione was spending the evening with her parents and Ron still hadn't come back from Romania.
He did miss Ron. They both went into training together, only difference was that Harry went back to Hogwarts to finally focus and finish his education. Ron, however, didn't. He decided he was going to enjoy not having to study and stayed home. When training for Auror come around, Harry found it easy due to finishing school. Ron struggled, hard. He expected to have the job handed to him since he was a war hero.
Harry wanted to prove himself. That he was more than The Boy Who Lived. He excelled in every aspect of training. Even graduated top of his class. When Ron learned he didn't make it, he threw a fit and left, in true Ronald Weasley fashion. Hermione's heart was broke, but she moved on.
Now, Harry lived his simple life. Wishing he still had Sirius and Remus with him. He began to think of the "what if's". What if he could go back and change the past and fix things that needed fixing.
He finished his meal and cleaned up with a simple wave of his wand. Just as he was about to head to bed, an owl landed on his kitchen window holding a letter. He took it and gave the owl a treat before it flew away. He sat back down at the table and read.
Harry,
I know what you wish for. It is possible to change the past. Join me tomorrow at 12 for lunch. Come to Diagon Alley to Ollivander's old shoppe and go to the top floor.
**A/N: Hello my lovelies! Yes, yes, I am back! I just HAD to get this story out of me! It's been burrowing for a while. My Beta is also my friend from work who has been helping tremendously and encouraging me to go with this story! I do hope y'all enjoy! As always, feedback is welcome!