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When he lived on Privet Drive, Harry never had a chance to just be. There were chores and cooking. Even at Hogwarts, there was homework and Quidditch and Voldemort.
Now, older and wiser, he had the luxury of time. To do what he wanted, when he wanted.
On a star-lit night, he got to lie on the grass and simply look up at those stars. A shooting star streaked across the sky.
He wished on that star. To tell the young boy who lived in a cupboard that, someday, his life would be better. That everything would be all right.