A/N: Hello all! This is my first fanfic...yeah...hope you like it. I'm really into time travel fics!

Disclaimer: Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight! *wishes* Did it work? *cracks eye open* DANG IT! THE HARRY POTTER SERIES STILL BELONGS TO J. K. ROWLING!

July 31, 1998

Harry stared into the flames of his birthday candles. He vividly remembered last year, and how so many other people had been here. But now they were gone. Remus, Tonks, Fred…they were all dead. He sighed.

"Harry?" Ginny asked softly, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Aren't you going to blow out your candles?"

"Yeah," Harry said quietly. "I was just…I remembered how last year, everyone was here, alive and whole, and now—"

"I know," she said, her voice trembling. "I keep expecting Fred to pop out from behind a bush and shout 'Surprise!' at you or someone, even though I know that he's…that he's—"

Ginny started crying softly. In the weeks after the Final Battle the Weasley family had suffered. Mrs. Weasley broke down in tears anytime someone mentioned Fred or she was reminded of him. Mr. Weasley always had an exhausted, defeated look on his face. George was locked up in his room; he had yet to come down. People had to bring him food as he never came down.

The oldest brothers of the family were taking it fairly well considering, but Percy felt terrible, as though it was his fault, that because he'd made a joke and Fred responded to it that it was his fault Fred died. Ron was more short-tempered than usual, but after a while he had accepted it somewhat, and he was working on not snapping at them. Ginny was rather like her mother, in that she cried.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He stared into the flames again, then took a deep breath and blew out the candles.

Glancing out the window of Grimmauld Place, he saw the first star of the night.

Star bright, star light

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight

Double power, Harry though grimly. He had blown out his candles and wished on the stars. He just wished that his wish really could come true.

I wish there was some way we could change the past.

oOoOoOo

July 31, 1995

At almost the exact same time three years in the past, a fifteen-year-old Harry stared out his window onto the streets of Privet Drive. He picked up a piece of cake that one of his friends had sent him and slowly ate it, after blowing out the candles that were on the cake (he had filched a lighter from the kitchen).

He looked up into the night sky and smiled.

Star bright, star light

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight.

Harry sighed.

I wish there was some way for me to know what is to come.

oOoOoOo

Fate made Her choice. She would turn back the clock and give them another chance.

oOoOoOo

July 31, 1998

Harry turned and grinned at Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna, the people that he had invited to his party (he had invited the whole Weasley family, but only Ron came to Grimmauld Place to celebrate with them, though his mum had been nice enough to bake a cake for Harry). It was a rather small celebration.

"Who wants cake?" Harry asked. "I have—"

He didn't finish. Something around them felt wrong. The air was heavy with magic. The others felt it, too.

"What the hell?" Ron cried out. "This can't be—it isn't Death Eaters, is it?"

"Impossible!" said Harry in return even as the magic built up around them. "They're all dead or in Azkaban, except for the Malfoys."

"Harry!" Hermione screamed suddenly as the magic grew to whole new levels. "This type of magic, it's familiar! It's—it feels like when we used the time-turner in third year!"

With a growing sense of dread, Harry indeed recognized the feel of the magic as it reached its peak.

What is going on here? Was his last thought before everything went black.