If I Had One Wish by AnimeFanatic

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 09/12/2003
Last Updated: 09/12/2003
Status: Paused

What happens if Harry was never Famous? Hermion was never a muggleborn? Weasleys never poor?
Draco was adopted? As fate changed their origianl universe, destiny bonded all of them together as
the story unfolds. Alternate Universe fic (Revised edition of my failure of a story: One Wish)




1. Diagon Ally
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters, the only thing that
belongs to me is

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Diagon Ally

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The green misty smoke was all around the house of Gordic's Hollow. Ethan Granger stepped out
of his house to meet see what happened to his neighbor's house. At the first sight of the
wreckage, his first thought was wondering how to explain this to the neighbors. As he walked around
the ruins, he saw two men. One extremely large man with a messy beard and a handsome man on a
gigantic motorcycle were talking in the smoke.

"Give Harry to me Rubeus, I am his godfather after all, it is my responsibility to take
care of him if James and Lily are... in no condition to." The man in the motorcycle said
calmly to the giant's fierce face.

"I'm sorry Sirius, but I can' allow `hat. Professor Dumbledore gave me direct
orders to bring Harry ter number 4, Privet Drive. Oh, pretend yeh didn't 'ear that,
that's top secret-" After his last line he clamped his mouth.

Sirius seemed to have given up; it was as if there was no way to change this Hagrid's mind
if it was a direct order from this Dumbledore fellow. "Fine, I just hope Dumbledore knows what
he is doing. You can't apparate could you?" Hagrid stared at his shoes. "Use my
motorcycle, I have no use of it anymore."

"Yeh sure Sirius? Yeh love that bike." Sirius nodded. "Alrigh', thanks,"
With that, the giant sat on the motorcycle which all of the sudden grew to match the giant's
size. "Goodbye Sirius," and with a roar of the engine, the Hagrid and the motorcycle
disappeared from sight. Once Ethan looked down to see where Sirius would go, Sirius already
apparated away.

Not a minute later after Sirius left, people who seemed to be news crews sprang from nowhere
with questions like "What's your name?" "Is You-Know- Who dead?" and
"How does it feel to be 'The man who lived?'"

All Ethan could say was "No comments" as if he was some famous man going through some
press. He heard several of the reporters say, 'Hear that folks? Not only is the man who
defeated You-Know-Who strong, he is also very modest."

After trying 10 minutes trying to get as far as he could from the magical cameras, he finally
made it to his home. His wife came from the kitchen with a grim face. "Are… the Potters....
dead?" was all she could say.

"All 'cept the boy. He is being taken to Dumbledore. As for You-Know-Who, he
disappeared."

"Is he gone then Ethan? I don't want the same fate for dear Hermione. She is only a
year old, she is too young to die"

"Don't worry Martha, I am sure You-Know-Who wont be back… hopefully he is gone… for
good."

"How is that possible? Who defeated him? Was it Dumbledore? Why do you seem to be so
happy?"

"I defeated him Martha," He said with a giant grin, “guess why such a big crowd is
outside?" He pushed aside the drapes and a millisecond later blinding flashes came from
outside. He quickly set the drapes back to stop them from blinding his wife. He was surprised at
Martha's reaction when she regained her composure, instead of being delighted and proud of him,
she was, however, extremely mad.

"You didn't defeat him, did you?" She asked getting her answer from his guilty
face. She later gave into her relief that he is at least alive. She gave a sigh whilst giving him a
stern glare, "Well, can we at least move to some place secluded? I don't want the fame to
go to Hermione's head."

Ethan gave a huge grin as her wife finally accepted fame, "Where do you have in
mind?"

"How about somewhere near Number 4, Privet Drive of Little Whinging in Surrey? I have a
cousin who lives there, but don't tell them we are magical, they will be freaked out. I hear
his wife is the aunt of Harry Potter, more or less Dumbledore would send him to his only
relatives."

~* 10 Years Later *~

"MUM! Harry is going to burn my breakfast and we are going to be late to go to the zoo. I
want to be the first one there!" A fat boy screamed at his mother. After scolding Harry for
making perfect sausages "on purpose to insult his cousin", he was sent to Aunt and Uncle
Granger's home next-door. Even though Harry was in no way related to the Grangers, he was
forced to called them Aunt and Uncle.

Within no time, he became good friends with their daughter Hermione. Whenever they were walking
around town, he would always find it strange that strangers would always greet her, shake her hand,
and even bow to her, and believe it or not, a crazy pregnant woman even asked to pray in front of
Hermione so her child could be blessed.

As they were walking down around the park on the birthday of his cousin, Dudley, he commented on
a new group of people in cloaks in a wide variety of colors that he didn't even knew of,
"You sure are Ms. Popularity around this town even though half the school doesn't even
know your name.”

"I thought you knew, practically the whole wizarding world knows me," in her usual
matter-of-fact tone, she said it as if it made all the logic sense in the world.

“Yea… Wizarding World, well, I thought it might be of interest to you that I myself am from the
Land of Oz,” He said in mock pride with a strong drag of sarcasm.

"Really? You have to tell me about it sometime. I mean, my father has always told me you
were a wizard too, but I never knew the Land of Oz really existed." As soon as she said it,
she regretted it. She forgot that Harry never knew and was supposed to be told so as soon as they
finished their walk. To her relief, Harry stopped talking or made any reply to her comment and just
walked silently ever since.

Once they made it back to the Granger house, Ethan and Martha were already there with serious
faces. "Harry, sit." Harry was about to come back saying he was no pet dog but gave into
his stern glare.

"Harry, you may not know this, but you are a wizard, as much of a wizard as our darling
daughter. Now, don't go thinking being a witch or wizard is a bad thing, not all of us are bad.
However the wizard who murdered your parents are. To stop you from joining the dark side, let me
tell you this; good always win, just as I defeated the powerful dark wizard. Voldemort,"
Martha gave him a glare, but Harry and Hermione didn't notice.

“This is a really funny joke Mr. Granger,” Harry rolled his eyes, “did Uncle Vernon put you up
to this?” Harry got up to leave; he was seriously tired of all this mumbo jumbo of magic and a
world of magical people.

“Stay where you are! Petrificus Totalus!” The spell headed straight for Harry, but for some
reason, it rebound a centimeter off him and rebounded for the Caster himself! “Protego!” A barrier
formed around a round-eyed Ethan and defended him against his first spell.

“What just happened? You don't have a wand; you didn't even mutter an incantation! How
did you rebound my spell?!” Ethan kept babbling on and on. Harry, though not affected by the spell
that nearly hit him, was affected by his conscious, he went rigged and collapsed. Once Harry woke
up, it toke about half an hour to get him to accept that Magic was real and that he himself has the
ability to harness it along with the magical creatures all around the world.

"Anyway, about your education on magic, we have received your letter of acceptance to
Hogwarts along with Hermione's—"

"REALLY?" Hermione screamed, she had read "Hogwarts: A History" only a
million times, and now she finally gets to go there, even her parents had only been to Beauxbaton
and she gets to go to the best school in all of Europe.

Ethan nodded and gave the letters to their owners. Harry looked at his letter being addressed
to:

*Mr. H. Potter*

*Living Room*

*Granger House*

*Little Whinging*

*Surrey*

*Dear Mr. Potter,*

*We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.*

*Term begins on September first. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first*

After reading a few times with eyes wide open, he was instructed to look at the second page, it
had all the items needed for school. After 5 minutes of reading in amazement Hermione finally broke
his trance with a scream if frustration, "I can't believe they don't let us have our
own brooms, that's not fair!" Harry smiled meekly; magic, flying brooms, hidden world of
magical beings, plants he never heard of, and a whole new culture was getting to be too much.

"Now you two, a old friend of mine, Rubeus Hagrid, will pick you two up at 9 sharp in the
mourning, sadly we have work tomorrow and can't join you two in shopping." Hermione smiled
at this, now she could stay in Flourish & Blotts for as long as she wants. "Of course, you
have to follow Mr. Hagrid wherever he goes." Hermione's smile quickly faded.

The next mourning, Harry woke from his little room (a gift from the Dursleys on his 7th
Birthday) with a knock at approximately nine in the morning. He groggily got up from his bed and
went to open the door. Hermione would have smiled and said hi until she saw him standing only in is
boxers. Instead she turned away blushing. "Um. Harry, maybe you should put something on."
Harry looked down on himself, blushed as well, and quickly put on a pair of navy blue jeans and a
plain white T- shirt.

They left the house and Hermione was still red. Harry looked at the giant standing not too far
away. "'Arry! I haven't seen yeh in ages. Yeh were a wee lad when. Ahem. Sorry,
trailed off there for a sec. Anyway, me name is Rubeus Hagrid. You can just call me Hagrid,
that's what everybody does."

"Hi," Harry and Hermione said in unison.

After their introduction, Hagrid pulled out a wooden stick and waved it. As if on cue a purple
bus with gold lettering "The Knight Bus", Hermione shrieked with joy, "Oh, the
Knight Bus, I read about this-"

"Hermione, a bus is not really a subject to talk about, no offense, you are very smart and
all, but not a bus." Harry said with a grin. Hermione was blushing furiously at his comment
although she couldn't understand why. Her parents commented her on being smart, but it never
had this much effect on her.

Harry finally noticed Hermione's face was all red. "Hermione, are you feeling
okay?" He placed a hand on Hermione's forehead, which made her go into a deeper shade of
red. "Merlin, you're burning up, maybe we should take you back home."

"Harry, I'm fine, really." She mustered a lot of energy to stop herself from
squeaking. "Besides, I need to get my supplies and I feel like going out on a beautiful day
like this."

"So tell me more about this school," and they spent the rest of the bus ride talking
about the houses, Quidditch, classes, and the Hogwarts Express.

"Alrigh' first stop, Gringott's Wizarding Bank," Hagrid quickly stopped as
soon as he said those words. "Um, Hermione, yeh been ter Gringotts, err, maybe yeh should take
him ter get his money, I 'ate them inferno carts. Makes me sick"

"Okay." Hermione said uneasily, for some reason, she was no longer as comfortable
being alone with him as she usually is. *Don't worry; you will at least have the goblin along
with you. * This calmed her a little, but not a whole lot of use.

Not a moment later, god came to her rescue as Hagrid came bustling to them. "I forgot ter
give yeh Harry's key.” She instantly started doubting the Lord's existence.

Once they got to Harry vault, she began to explain, "The gold coins are galleons, silver
are sickles, and the bronze are Knuts. There are 29 Knuts to a Sickle, and 17 Sickles to a
Galleon." She explained it rather quickly, even for herself. Harry however found this cute.
They got to Hermione's vault; it was slightly smaller than Harry's but no one could really
tell the difference. She grabbed what she needed and got on the cart. For the remainder of the
time, she was quite, even for herself when she was angry.

"Hermione, did I do something to make you angry?" Harry asked innocently as they
walked towards Hagrid. "You seem awfully quite all of the sudden…" "." Harry
was beginning to worry. "Mione? Hermione, maybe we should take you home and come back a few
hours later… that is if it is okay with you Hagrid."

"That is fine with me," Hagrid said pulling out his wand.

"No, I am fine, I just dosed off for a second, really, and I am okay." Hermione said
finally free from her trance.

"Okay Mione, if you say so." After going to *Madam Malkin's Robes for All
Occasions* and the *Apothecary*, they headed for *Flourish and Blotts*. Harry and
Hagrid restrained Hermione from buying all the books as they drew nearer. Once they had to leave,
they had to drag her kicking and screaming. "I'm not done, everything I need is in here
and I belong here. Let me go!"

They finally convinced her that it was time to get their wands and Hermione, with a scowl, went
along. Their walk was quite short before they entered a dark shop filled with what seems to be
wooden sticks placed inside shoeboxes with velvet cushions.

“Ah! Ms. Granger I believe. I never had the honor of selling a wand to your father or mother,
but it would be a pleasure to sell you one, my dear.” Mr. Ollivander stepped forward and put on his
spectacles, "Now, which is your wand arm?" Hermione stuck out her right arm and he
measured it.

"Hmm, interesting, I believe this is the wand for you, pine and unicorn hair, 10 inches,
rather springy. Give it a wave." Hermione did so and before she could lift it into the air,
Mr. Ollivander snatched it from her fingertips and handed her another one. One after another,
“Here, ten and three quarter inches long, dragon's heartstring, swishy, made of redwood. Go on,
try it.” Hermione felt a warm feeling in her right fingertips and her wand let out a steady stream
of lime green sparks. “Yes! Bravo! It is the wand that chooses the witch or wizard, and I would say
the wand has wisely chosen well.” Hermione's cheeks flushed a bit through appraisal.

“Ah, Mr. Potter! It seems only yesterday when your parents were in here, getting their wands.
Sit, sit. Now raise your wand arm. Harry raised his right arm as Hermione did and Mr. Ollivander
measured it. "Interesting, here, try this, maple, and phoenix feather, seven inches, try it.”
And like Hermione, his wand was snatched away. “No, no, that won't do, here, ebony, unicorn
hair, eight and a half inches, springy.” As soon as Harry touched the wand, he yanked it away.

“Tricky customer, eh? Don't worry, we'll find the wand for you. Hmm… yes, interesting.
Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather, one of my rarest creations… Go on, give it a wave.” Harry
raised the wand, half expecting Mr. Ollivander to just yank it away, waved it after feeling small
warmth in his fingers. A stream, not as neat as Hermione's, of red and gold sparks shot from
the opposite tip of Harry's wand.

“Hurray! That wand has made it's choice, it has been in my shop for over fifty years! Now…
curious…” Mr. Ollivander started mumbling to himself.

“Sir, nuthin' wrong with them wands, is `er?” Hagrid asked, deeply concerned for the
children's sake.

“No, no, well… no necessarily. You see, the wand that chose Mr. Potter here… well, lets just say
it shares a same core with the one that gave him that very scare.” Pointing at Harry's
lightning bolt-shaped scare planted on his forehead. “Remember, the wand chooses the host, it is
just curious that destiny chose Mr. Potter here to have this wand.”

“That will be 7 Galleons each, have a nice day, thank you, and come again!”

The return trip was quite eerie; the silence around them was so thick, Hermione felt like she
was suffocating. She had to keep herself from glancing at Harry once in a while… *Oh no!* She
thought to herself, *I think I got a crush on my best friend!*



