Ꭺ NᎬᏔ ᏞᏆFᎬ ᏴᎬᏩᏆNᏚ

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Giving a quick shake of my head to clear my thoughts, I focus my attention back outside. Oh, how I wished to be a part of the hypnotizing display of tranquility. To be one with the night. To have a family. That could never be, however, since my parents were dead, my godfather, Sirius, might as well be too since he fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and Remus. Poor Remus was away on a mission set by Dumbledore to recruit new werewolves for the cause. He was not speaking to nor acknowledging my existence because it reminded him too much of his friends, family, whom he once held dear to him.

Glancing away from the world outside, I turned my eyes to the clock on my nightstand that looked as if it has seen better days. The red numbers, 11:54, blinked back at me, almost judging. It was weird to think that in six minutes, it would be my sixteenth birthday, and yet I felt as if it were another day. It was also disturbing that I thought the clock was judging me. Maybe I did need to get some well-deserved sleep so I wouldn't start hallucinating, but it was hard since I would only wake up in cold sweat after yet another nightmare. One would think that birthdays were a day of celebration and for family, but for me, it was one of the chores and the traditional birthday beating I got from Vernon and Dudley every year.

One would think that I had something to look forward to, but I don't. I have nothing left; no friends, no family (Fred, George doesn't count), no job (not that I need one but still). All that my birthday meant was that I was getting older and soon die after facing Voldemort. Yes, I knew about the prophecy, especially the last line where it said: "And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..". I was to be killed or kill and in this case, it was the former. I knew nothing to protect myself from an experienced 'dark lord' like Voldemort and it was all to the bullshite 'training' that Dumblefuck taught me.

Running a hand through my already messy hair, I glanced back over at the clock to see that the remaining six minutes had passed and it was finally my birthday. Getting lost in thought really makes time slip away after all. Turning my attention back out the open window, I decided to make a wish despite how silly it seemed. For all I knew, despite the silliness of making the wish, it might come true.

"Never thought I'd ask any eternal beings or whoever is listening to this right now. I even thought I was too old to make a birthday wish, but here we are. To Lady Magic, Lord Death, or anyone else listening right now, I, Harry James Potter, wish to travel back in time and do my life all over again. To make decisions that I once thought were wrong. I've never been the one to ask for anything, so please listen to my plea and come to a decision on whether or not to grant it. So mote it be."

As I stood there and waited, I noticed that the wind picked up slightly. I wanted to take it as a sign, but maybe it was a coincidence. As I waited, I looked around for a sign. Maybe a note appearing on my bed, a voice talking out of nowhere, or even a face forming on the moon, but alas nothing happened. I honestly didn't know what I was waiting for and as time progressed forward, I decided to try to get some sleep since it looked like my wish wasn't going to come true. I knew that it was too good to be true. The moment I fell asleep, however, was when things on Number 4 Privet Drive became magical.

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Outside of the overly immaculate house, the plants swayed faster in the wind and the performance became more captivating. All creatures of the night drew closer to the house in which Harry Potter resided as they focused on one point of it: the open window. The wind blew rapidly as the moon and stars in the sky twinkled, glowing radiantly as they enthralled the planet below.

Inside Harry's room, however, a brilliant white glow started to form in the center of the room. Hovering over the wooden floor, the light pulsed as it began to illuminate the room and soon it became so luminous that you couldn't look at it directly. Not even five seconds later stood a god in the place of the weird light.

Violet's eyes caught the light of the moon and shoulder-length black hair swayed in the blowing wind as the god walked with unnatural grace over to the bed in which Harry laid in. Slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed and simply stared down at the teen laying peacefully next to him. He reached out, hesitating before his hand made contact with Harry then resumed his course of action as he brushed the hair from over Harry's scar. The god slowly traced the cursed scar in the shape of a lightning bolt before leaning in and speaking in the teen's ear.

"Magik's child I've been waiting for a millennium to meet you. You have accomplished so much and have yet to break from it. You, αγάπη μου (my love), are truly extraordinary and I know that the Fates had made the right decision to make you my beloved. I will honor your request since I have yet to make up for the times I wasn't there for you. Go and fix what you must, but know that along the way of your new life, we will meet again. I will see you soon, αγαπημένη μου (my beloved)."

Leaning back slightly, the god then placed a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, cheek, and then finally kissed his lips. Slipping the necklace that he was wearing from around his neck and over his head, he placed it in Harry's hand before closing it. The god then got up and slowly backed up to the center of the room, all while keeping his eyes on Harry. He stood there for a few minutes as if he was reluctant to leave before he tightened his jaw before disappearing in the bright light from which he emerged.

Outside of Harry's room, the night slowly returned back to normal. The plants slowly swaying in the wind, the moon and stars going back to their normal shine, and lastly, the creatures of the shadows crept back to their respected places. All was normal as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but to those who had taken part in it, an extraordinary event had taken place.

Back in Harry's room, he was oblivious to what had happened. He didn't feel time start to tick backward nor feel himself get smaller. He didn't get to see the mystery god, hear the words that were spoken, or even the kisses that were laid upon him because of one thing:

Harry Potter was still fast asleep with the necklace clutched tightly in his hand.

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Song for the chapter: Once Upon A Dream by Lana Del Ray; Journey To The Past by Aaliyah.

Word Count: 2121