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Written by: The Dork Knight
The Quidditch World Cup, one of, if not the, biggest event in the wizarding world. It brings around all sorts of witches and wizards from all corners of the globe as they come to cheer for their favorite teams, see old friends and meet new ones, and to sell their wares from various stands set up all over the vast camp grounds and pathways leading to the stadium.
It is at one of the more nondescript stands that our curious little tale begins.
A little old woman sat in an overstuffed armchair that looked to be older than she was, next to a stand that had no sign indicating what she was selling in the various old trunks piled nearby. She didn't even seem to care about any of the people that passed her by. That is until three young teens started past, one of them carrying a bucket.
"You, young man," she said, jumping out of her chair with a speed that defied her age, and rushed over to them. "You have a touch of destiny about you."
"Um… okay," said a confused Ron.
"Not you, you simpleton," the old woman said, and then looked at Harry. "You."
"Me?" asked Harry.
"Of course, you," she said. "You have trials and hardships ahead of you."
Hermione couldn't help but scoff and rolled her eyes as the woman reminded her of Professor Trelawney.
The woman stared at Harry for a moment, making the young wizard feel very uncomfortable, which only increased when she started sniffing him a couple of times.
"Stay here," she finally said. "I have something for you… Something special."
The old woman patted Harry's arm before she turned around and walked over to the pile of trunks, which she then began searching through, tossing various items and knick-knacks aside.
"Think we should stay?" asked Ron.
"She creeps me out," Harry said. "I think we should go."
"I agree," said Hermione.
And with that decided, the three friends quickly and quietly snuck away to continue on their trek to find the waterspout.
"Was it just me, of was that woman mental?" asked Ron.
"Ronald," Hermione snapped at him. "That isn't a nice thing to say about someone."
"What?" asked Ron, getting a bit defensive. "It's not my fault she's a nutter."
"Still, you don't have to be rude and insulting about it," said Hermione.
The two of them continued to bicker and argue as they made their way through the maze of tents until they finally found the long line of people waiting to fill buckets with water.
"Why are we even waiting here?" Ron asked.
"And what do you think we should do?" asked Hermione. "Push our way past everyone while pointing out we're with Harry?"
"That could work," said Ron, earning disapproving looks from both Harry and Hermione. He then quickly backpedaled and said, "I wasn't going to suggest that. I'm just wondering why dad sent us for water when he could have easily conjured it. Or Bill. Or Charlie. Or Percy… Well, no. Not Percy. He'd make us go fetch it in a pail because he's a git."
"Wow Ron," Harry said, a surprised look on his face. "That actually made sense."
Ron smiled and puffed out his chest a bit.
"I do have my moments, you know," the red head said.
"Yeah, about as often as Snape doesn't treat me unfairly," said Harry with a smile and earning a slight chuckle from Hermione as Ron deflated.
"I thought I said to wait."
All three of them jumped as the old woman appeared next to them from out of nowhere.
"I distinctly remember telling you to wait while I got something for you," the old woman continued. "Something that you would find very useful. But instead you left. Walked away. Think I'm barmy, my guess."
"What, no," Harry quickly said.
"Of course you do," the old woman said, waving his denial off. "Everyone believes me to be unhinged. It's fine though. Doesn't bother me none. Here…"
The old woman took Harry's hand and placed a small lump of stone in it.
"What is it?" asked Harry as he looked at the nondescript stone in his hand.
"That, my boy, is a wishing stone," the old woman said. "Very old and very rare. Made long ago by a very powerful witch, who infused the stone with pure magic, allowing any one single wish to come true, no matter what it is."
"Sure," Hermione skeptically said. "And just how much is it going to cost?"
"Cost?" the old woman asked, sounding offended. "This is priceless."
"Fine," Hermione said. "So what will it cost?"
"Nothing," the old woman said, surprising the three of them, especially the bushy haired witch. "As I said, the young man has a touch of destiny about him."
"How do I use it?" asked Harry as he looked at the plain looking stone.
"When the time is right, you'll know," the old woman said before disapparating away.
The three of them stood there in stunned silence for a moment.
"Okay, anyone else weirded out by what just happened?" asked Ron.
"A little," said Harry.
"A load of rubbish if you ask me," Hermione finally said. "Just a silly rock. Muggles had a fascination with them back in the seventies. People actually bought them as pets."
"Rocks as pets?" asked Ron. "Bloody mental."
"Language Ronald," Hermione said.
As the two of them started arguing again, Harry just slowly shook his head as he moved forward with the line and unconsciously slipped the stone into his pocket.
Back at the stand, the woman appeared and looked around with a satisfied smile on her face. With a simple wave of her hand, the stand and the various trunks vanished in a flash of light. She then looked back in the direction where she knew the three young teens were standing.
"Enjoy my gift to you… Harry Potter," she said before vanishing in a flash of light.
It was nearing midnight on Halloween as Harry sat in his four poster bed in the forth year boys dormitory of Gryffindor tower, replaying the events of the night in his head.
Things had started out normal. Well, as normal as they could be in a castle full of magical beings. Just like everyone else, he waited with baited breath for the three Tri-Wizard champions to be named. He had cheered with everyone else when Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff had been named the Hogwarts champion, and was very happy for them since their house was usually the butt of many jokes in the castle.
It was shortly after that when things went downhill as his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire.
To say that Harry was surprised by this would be an understatement to how he had felt at that moment. He could remember the accusatory looks and the whispered comments as he made his way up to the front of the Great Hall in a daze, having trouble believing that what had happened actually had happened. After being questioned, insulted, questioned again, and a few more insults slung his way, Harry was informed that since his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire, he had no choice but to compete.
At first, Harry had thought he had found a loophole in that and said that he would compete, but only just barely. Cedric cocked his eyebrow questioningly at Harry when he heard that and began to wonder if the forth year was actually telling the truth about not entering or even wanting to be in the tournament.
Unfortunately, that idea was quickly squashed when Harry was informed that if he did not try his best in each task, the magic from the Goblet would view that as breaking the magically binding contract, and penalize him accordingly.
It only got worse when he finally returned to the Gryffindor common room. Everyone was congratulating him and asking how he managed to get into the tournament. He had tried to tell everyone that he didn't as well as how Professor Moody suspected that someone entered him with the plan that Harry would be killed during one of the three tasks, yet none of them listened. It also didn't help when Ron, his best friend since they had met on the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of their first year, refused to believe Harry about it. He even went as far as calling Harry a backstabber for not letting him in on how he had done it and letting him try it as well.
Hermione had been nowhere to be found, and he wondered if she believed that he had entered his name as well and had turned her back to him.
For the first time in the past few years since he had come to Hogwarts and met his two best friends, did he feel alone. It was just like those days living with the Dursley's before Hagrid had brought him his Hogwarts letter.
It was then, during his moment of sorrow and loneliness, that he suddenly remembered something he had completely forgotten about since the day of the World Cup.
The wishing stone.
Quickly jumping out of bed, Harry opened his trunk and dug through his belongings until he found what he was looking for.
He pulled the plain looking stone out from the bundle of socks he had wrapped it in and held it in his hand. Unfortunately for the messy haired wizard, he didn't know what he should wish for.
Should he wish to no longer be in the tournament? He wasn't even sure it would work against the magic of the Goblet of Fire, as its magic might be too powerful for the wishing stone to break.
Should he wish for Ron to believe him? Looking over at his first friend, he quickly decided not to do it. While he would love nothing more than for Ron to believe him, he wouldn't force his will upon him to do so.
Turning the stone over in his hand a few times as he looked around the room, his eyes fell upon a photo on the table next to his bed, and he instantly knew what he wanted more than anything else in the world.
"I wish my parents were alive," Harry quietly said.
Looking at the stone, he had expected some grand burst of magical energy to explode from the rock. Instead it just crumbled into dust.
Harry let out a small chuckle and then sighed as he said, "I should've known it was too good to be true."
Slowly, he got back into the bed and drew the curtains shut around him before spending the new few hours staring up at the canopy above him before falling asleep.
From somewhere on high, a small ball of light began to float down towards the Earth and to a small village known as Godric's Hallow.
Thankfully by this time, it was after midnight and no one was around, or even up. Well, aside from Bathilda Bagshot, who despite being well over 150 years old, was still up burning both ends of the candle as she worked on her latest edit on the next edition of Hogwarts, A History.
Slowly, the ball of light made its way through the village until it came to the small graveyard behind the church where the ball of light morphed until it was the old woman that had given Harry the wishing stone.
The old woman made her way through the graveyard until she found what she was looking for, and held her hands out in front of her.
It was a good thing no one was up and around, for if they were, they surely would have come running to see what the bright flashes of light that where coming from the graveyard.
"Wish granted," the old woman said as the lights faded and she lowered her hands before disappearing, leaving the sleeping and very much alive bodies of James and Lily Potter on the ground above where they had once been laid to rest.
A/N: My first published work since my recent return. I wasn't planning on posting anything so soon, but all the well wishes everyone has given me just gave me the drive to post something for everyone to enjoy. This was one of the first ideas for a new story that popped into my head when I decided that I would start writing again. I've always wanted to do a story where Harry had his parents, but I just couldn't think of how. My original idea was Dumbledore traveled to an alternate reality where they lived, but Harry died that night along with Voldemort. No matter how I tried to write it, it just never felt right.
So I set the idea aside for a couple of days, and then like all my good ideas, it came to me while I was on the toilet. Bring them back from the dead using magic. But not just any magic. Really old magic that has long been lost to the world. Magic that only some very powerful being remembers. Then I get to play with the idea of them being out of time and suddenly going from parents with a one year old to them a few hours later, being the parents of a teenager.
Obviously, there will be a little friction between the three of them at first. James and Lily will have to deal with the issues of no longer being dead, and Harry is going to have to understand what it means to have an actual family that loves him.
Anyways, enough of my internal thought process for this story. R&R if you wish. I love to hear what everyone thinks so far. Good or bad.