Prologue

When You Wish upon a Star

You'd think that situations would get better as time goes by…HUH! So…when is that going to start to happen?! I, Hermione Granger am about to start my fifth year at Hogwarts. A lot has happened within these past few months. The Triwizard Tournament was reinstated only to be out less than a year later. Voldemort has returned and has caused havoc and horror upon the whole wizarding world, but instead of sticking together against him, the Ministry of Magic has unknowingly covered his crimes as the crimes of Sirius Black! Ron is avoiding Harry and me for some unknown reason, and still, after countless times I tell him otherwise, Harry still blames himself for the death of Cedric Diggory.

"I could've saved him, Hermione, and I could've stopped Voldemort from gaining power again," Harry whispers angrily to me.

"It's over Harry, there's nothing that you can do to change the past. You need to move on and start thinking of ways to stop him before it gets like last time," I say back reassuringly. I'm the 'mother' of the group. I tell them to pack early instead of waiting until the last minute; I tell them to do their homework, not to smart off to the teachers, but I sometimes make an exception to Snape.

"I KNOW Hermione, I just know it isn't fair to Diggory…" he trails off sad.

"Harry, you said it yourself, Cedric didn't and still doesn't blame yo-" Harry turned red with ferocious rage.

"HERMIONE! It's my fault! I told him that we should take the cup together! If I hadn't just listened and grab the cup myself, he'd still be here!" He yells at the top of his lungs. (and that's loud considering the fact he's the seeker for the quidditch team.) "He'd be on this earth, on this train, on his back to Hogwarts as Head Boy, if it weren't for me!" He storms out of the compartment. I know Harry is just frustrated with himself, but I can't say it didn't hurt. Everyone knew that Cedric was going places, and I didn't even know the boy. We barely knew each other beside the "Hello's" or the "How are you?" and nothing other than that. I'm so overwhelmed! Why does this have to happen? Tears of frustration run down my face as waterfalls. I didn't even notice Harry had come back into the compartment until he pulled me into a hug, whispering that he's sorry and that it wasn't supposed to be aimed at me. I hate the fact that Harry was forced this whole destiny thing on him, but he shouldn't take it out on me! I'm going to tell him exactly how I feel. I sniffed and pulled away.

"Harry…look…I know that it isn't fair that this whole 'destiny' thing thrust upon you, but it's not fair that you take out on the people who are trying to help you. The way you are acting now is not avenging Cedric's death! What would he do if he saw you blaming yourself for his death? He'd say 'Harry! Stop blaming yourself and do something about it!' Don't take his death in vain! You can stop this Harry! I know you can! WE ALL believe in you! Please….just don't give up hope! Because if you do….what's the point of having hope if you don't? The fact seeing you giving up is really scaring me!" I break down crying more. I can't do this alone. With Ron angry, and Harry has this 'oh woe is me' attitude, I'm really getting frustrated.

We arrive at the castle, the sorting happened, and now I'm back in the common room, in my bed, watching the stars. As I fall into the land nightmares, I see a shooting star. Make a wish Hermione, I think.

"I wish I could change what has happened." I whispered to myself. I feel myself falling asleep, so I mumbled a silence spell and let the nightmares take me away, not knowing what I just wished myself into.