Just something I came up with. Just a warning, it's very sad. Let me know if this should stay a oneshot, or become a chapter story. Please review!
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
I woke up in a cold sweat…wait…
Why am I waking up? Did someone hit me with a curse, or something?
I blinked a few times, feeling disoriented. I looked around. It looked like a kid's bedroom…
I stood up and walked forwards towards the mirror above a desk. I saw my glasses on the desk, but they were all wrong. They weren't circular, they were a slim silver pair. I slid them on, and looked in the mirror and gasped.
No. No. No. No. No. No. It was a joke, or a stupid dream, this wasn't real.
The mirror showed an eleven year old boy, with no scar on his face. I tore the glasses off my face and walked to my bed, and screamed into my pillow.
Ron was real. Hermione was real. Ginny was real. My world was real. None of this could be fake, no! I hit my head against the doorframe, and slid down onto the ground and began to sob.
My life was so great. It couldn't be gone. It couldn't. I heard footsteps down the hall.
"Harry? Harry!" A woman's voice said. I looked up into bright green eyes, and gasped.
"Mum?" I whispered.
"Harry? What's wrong?" she asked, and crouched down to sit beside me.
"My life, no, no my-my dream." I stammered through tears, and shook my head. She wrapped her arm around me, and I gasped. My mom was alive. She was alive! And so was my dad! She was Lily Potter, exactly who she was in my dream, but alive. Maybe, it was real...
"Mum, you didn't happen to know anyone named Severus Snape, right? And do I have a cousin named Dudley?" I quietly asked, and didn't meet her eyes, afraid of the answer.
"No, sweetheart." I looked up. "Why?" She looked curious.
"It was all a dream." I shook my head.
It was all a dream…
I collapsed, and passed out.
Somewhere, I was in my mother's arms.
But right now, Ron Weasley was asking if I was okay.
Things were about to get very complicated.
Let me know if this should stay a oneshot, or continue as a story. Reviews make my day!