Harry woke up with a start. "Uhhh...," he mumbled. He was at the Burrow, the Weasleys' house. " Everybody, come down," cried Mrs. Weasley. She woke everybody up. "Don't want to miss the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons train." "Wait! " yelled Harry, "aren't we going to Hogwarts?"
"What Hogwarts, dear?" said Mrs. Weasley. Harry sat there, dumbstruck. "Hogw...a...r..ts," Harry slowly mumbled. " What is he talking about?" yelled Mrs. Weasley, " Arthur, get him a healer." "I'm not sick!" screeched Harry. Ginny came in the room moments later.
"What happened, Mum?"she asked. "Oh dear, Harry thinks his school is a place called Hogwarts. He doesn't realize he's going to Durmstrang." " Wow...what's Hogwarts ?" implored Ginny. " That's exactly what I want to know, dear." replied Mrs. Weasley. Soon, a grumpy and tired Harry was on the train to Durmstrang.
"Why are you so tired, mate?"asked Ron, Harry's best friend. Harry snorted. He didn't feel like saying anything. Ron, looking at who he was trying to talk to, sat in the next compartment with Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Harry didn't mind. Everybody thought he was a complete nutter, anyhow. He wondered if he really was going mad. "No," he said firmly. Harry still remembered the countless encounters with his arch-enemy,Draco Malfoy. But he remembered them at Hogwarts. At Hagrid's hut in his first year, when Malfoy told Professor McGonagall about Norbert, Hagrid's dragon.
"We're there, we're there!" Ron yelled from the next compartment. Everybody got out of their compartments to take a look. It was a magnificent castle,the only variation in the expanse of white snow around were coming from every corner of the train. Harry, looking disgusted, leaned back in his would never wear a Durmstrang uniform, never! He was loyal to Hogwarts, and Hogwarts only. At that moment, Neville turned so Harry could see his face. On his forehead was a lightning-shaped scar! Harry felt his forehead in was pretty sure he was the one supposed to have that scar. That was how it was like at Hogwarts. Oh no, he was thinking about Hogwarts again! It's not real! he told himself. He was just having illusions, or dreaming, or something. But deep down, he couldn't help thinking, I know it is real.
Once Harry got to Durmstrang, he looked at his course schedule, which he got on the first day. There was nothing but things like "stick throwing" and "hunting skills", which Harry hated. He distinctly remembered in Hogwarts there was Transfiguration and Potions, with more subjects. "Ugh...," he sighed as he headed into his dormitory. It was basically a room full of beds and places to keep the trunks. He walked down the corridors,which were not very many, down to his first boring-looking class. Stick throwing. Ugh. When he got to the class, he heard Professor Kuru giving out sticks to everyone to practice throwing and catching without fault.
"Can't we just use magic?" whispered Ron in Harry's ear. "That's what we did last year." "We were in Hogwarts last year." stated Harry. Ron sighed and said, "Forget about that Hogwarts place or whatever. As much as you want it to be real, it's not." Harry took his mind off Hogwarts for a moment to attempt throwing a stick. He groaned as it landed on the ground with a deafening thud. After class, Harry wandered down the corridors thinking of Hermione and Ginny and Luna and wondering if they were all right at Beauxbatons and hoping he would see them again. Not sure why he was thinking of Luna, he wandered into the room marked "Teachers' Quarters". He then heard something that made his "imagination" come true. He thought he just heard the word "Hogwarts". Harry tried to assure himself that that was what he heard. He cleaned out his ear and listened. He heard it again. "Hogwarts."