Chapter 1: The Dream.

"Harry." A voice said. It sounded like a lady. "Harry."

"Who's there?" Said the scared voice in reply.

"It's your mum, Harry."

"Mum?"

"Yes. Harry, this is very hard to accomplish. It would take years to retry."

"What are you doing here?"

"I have come to tell you that-"

But it was interrupted by a scream from upstairs and a little boy with messy, black hair, big green eyes and glasses that were too big for his face shot up in bed and looked around in the small cupboard under the stairs. The boy was just three years old and was different from all the other kids. Unlike his cousin, Dudley, Harry was very thin and very small.

Harry shook himself from his thoughts and thought about his dream. He remembered his mum. She wanted to tell him something but his cousin interrupted her. Harry sighed and leaned back onto his pillows.

His cousin and him were so different. Harry loved to go to the Play Club but Dudley always screamed for his mum when they arrived. Harry slept in a dark and small cupboard under the stairs and didn't have much. One of the things he had was an old plush dog that Dudley didn't like anymore. He loved that dog and it was in his arms now. He called it 'Grim' which was a big, black dog he had seen in the library.

He loved Grim and took him everywhere. Grim was a black dog and had lost an eye but he didn't care. Harry had always been different and was called a freak but he didn't think he was. He thought the Dursleys looked more like freaks than him.

Of course, he was much more wiser as to tell them that. Heaven knows what would happen to him. He sighed, rubbed a hand across his face and laid his head down on the stiff and sandy pillows.

Maybe, just maybe, he would see his mum again if he fell asleep. He closed his eyes but he didn't return to the world of dreams but woke up without a dream. He blamed Dudley. It was always Dudley. Or the Dursleys! He hated them. He wanted to groan as he heard his aunt rapping on the door, yelling at him to wake up. Might as well go on the day.

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(13 Years Later.)

Harry looked around. Where was he? He looked around still and saw...his mother. He stood there, starstruck.

"Merlin's beard…" He said under his breath "I could get use to this than my original dreams these days."

His mother chuckled"I'm sorry, Harry. But we don't have much time to talk. Harry. I have tried this once and I am gonna try again. The truth at Godric's Hollow. James wasn't killed, Harry. He's waiting...for you."

"What!?" Harry said, shocked. His mother stood right in front of him and looked him in his eyes. Their eyes were really the same.

"This isn't a dream. This takes hard work. Harry. Please listen to me. I HATE that you go around, risking your life but now I should encourage it. Your father is waiting for you. He's been waiting for fourteen years. A spell was set on him that made him get stuck in a dark place. You are the only one to get him out. Trust Me."

Harry nodded "I do trust you."

His mother smiled "Thank You." She gave him a hug. Just then, Harry shot up in his bed after hearing a crash from the kitchen. He looked out the window. Morning. He remembered his dream clearly and didn't know what to think of it. He sighed and thought. It really didn't feel like a dream. It was real. He was sure of it. He remembered every detail.

He got up and put on his clothes before going downstairs and starting his looong list of chores. While doing them, he thought about what his mum had said. She said his father was alive and he wasn't really killed. But what happened to him then? He thought of it as he made breakfast, cleaned the garage, watered the plants and all of his other chores until he made dinner and his uncle said he should pay attention to what he was going to say now. He did so.

"Me, Petunia and Dudley are going on a one day trip to Aunt Marge to attend her dog farm party in three days. You will stay here and watch the house."

"Yes Uncle Vernon."

"Good. Now get out of my sight!"

Harry listened and thought about the dream again. Where was his dad? Then he figured something out.

He could always go and look for him! He'd get everything he needs and he'd just leave the house! Easy! Well...not easy when he escapes kidnappers and muggers and all that but maybe he'd fulfill this and meet his father...if he is alive. It was a brilliant idea! He decided. He was going to save his father.

I do NOT, I repeat I do NOT own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does and she's a genius. Thank You for reading this, by the way. And if you didn't...I guess that doesn't really matter. Review and stuff. Thank You.