Summary: Alternative version of the 6th book. Harry discovers more about his destiny, the world and himself. He remembers things that could never have possibly have happened, could they? How does opening his eyes help him to defeat volde? DM/Harry/OC RW/HG. Some slash later on. Lowish rating for now but will probably increase in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter they are the property of JK, I only wish I did.

A/N: This is my first fanfic so be nice. It's mainly an adventure story with some romance set before and completely ignoring half blood price as I didn't like it. It's basically what could of happened instead but then twisted in my insane brain. Enjoy!

Harry stared at the ceiling letting his mind wander, trying not to think of Sirius. A feeling of, he didn't know, surrounded him. It felt as though something had just happened and was rippling towards him, pulling him to the window. He searched, looking frantically out of the window for the source the pull, but saw nothing but a boy across the road picking his nose. Disappointed, he flopped on to his bed and drifted into sleep.

Screaming.

Blood.

Sirius being pulled away.

Harry standing alone in a wasteland surrounded by darkness.

This is the way all his dreams had become since coming back from the Department of Mysteries. They all ended with him yelling and waking up drenched in sweat. This time was no different.

After waking up with a particularly sharp jolt, Harry wandered downstairs to dinner were he mused that he might still be having a nightmare as the Dursleys were there and unfortunately still capable of movement, but in Dudley's case only just.

"Sorry Dudders, but you can't have a car for your birthday it's just too expensive," pleaded Petunia, hoping he wasn't going to throw tantrum.

"But I want it! I want it! I want it!" Dudley screeched.

"Look I'll give you a choice, you can have the car, or you can have all of the other presents you wanted and still get presents on the rest of your birthdays. We just can't afford it any other way," Vernon said desperately.

Miffed with this choice Dudley waddled past Harry at a pace he could only assume was supposed to have been quickly. With Dudley gone there was enough room for Harry to sit down and help him self to the bacon and toast. Uncle Vernon now sat tight lipped and staring at Harry, who pretended not to notice. Finally it got too much for him just to pretend he was fascinated with the saltshaker and queried why he was paying more attention to him than usual.

"Because you're up to something, talking at night 'apparently' to yourself and you sneak around the house trying not to be noticed. Something is up, I can smell it."

"Then I guess I should go take a shower, as for the 'sneaking around' if walking quietly is a crime then librarians should be shot."

"Don't be cheeky with me boy!"

"I'll say what I damn well like or I guess I could just send an owl to Mad Eye to see if he still thinks his dustbins are out to get him, he could easily mistake you for one," Harry said fiercely. Vernon went to open his mouth but yelling drowned out his words. Dudley came peeling out of the dining room; Harry would have bet this was the first bit of exercise he'd done all year.

"MONSTER!! IN THE DRAWER!!"

"This is your doing, Potter!" roared Vernon.

"I have nothing to do with this!" he argued, then rounded on Dudley. "What did you see?"

"It shook when I got near it," Dudley whined.

"Rubbish! There is no such thing as monsters. I know I'll prove it to you. Let's go and have a look." Harry could have contradicted Uncle Vernon by recounting all the creatures he had faced and learnt about in his Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, but thought talking about the magical world wasn't the best way to convince him this wasn't a prank.

When they had all filed into the dining room Vernon prodded the phantom drawer and retreated when it shook violently. Harry had a nasty feeling he knew what was in there.

"Well no use just standing here, it's probably a rat or somethin'. Let's get it out and then we can go back to breakfast without any more nonsense. Boy, open the draw and grab it."

"What? Oh all right," Harry went towards the drawer reluctantly with his hand clasped firmly on his wand inside his pocket preparing himself for what was to come. He opened the drawer and a dark hooded head rose out of the depths. It was a Dementor.

"Oh my God!" Petunia squeaked before tripping and falling backwards.

Being prepared for this Harry whipped out his wand and said, "Ridiculous!"

Immediately the Dementor fell over wearing a pink fluffy gown. Harry burst out laughing and quickly muttered that the Dursleys should do the same. Uncertain, they obeyed pathetically. While it was still recovering Harry told them to imagine their worst fear and make it funny. Outraged at being given orders by his nephew, that magic and been performed and that he was supposed to do something he disapproved of, Vernon opened his mouth to argue.

"If you want to live do what I say!" Harry boomed before he could speak.

It was Vernon's turn now and it changed into a dentist. With a quick flick of his wand he was covered in bubble wrap. At the sight of this the Dursleys and Harry chuckled. Then it rounded on to Petunia and turned into Harry's dead looking parents. Petunia started chanting,

"You're a not real, you're a flowerpot, no, I've got it, you're a" Harry performed the spell and they turned into clowns, not very amusing clowns but a clowns none the less. A ripple of fake laughter echoed through the room.

The Bogart now at Dudley's feet transformed into, into, Harry didn't know what. It looked humanoid but it had black markings on what he assumed was pale skin, long black fingernails, long greasy black hair covering its face at the centre of which were bright red eyes. A dark glow surrounded it. It was wearing an armoured corset and skirt and metal bracelets that resembled manacles on its wrists, arms and ankles. Flowing from all of these was black cloth that Harry could have sworn was liquid. Some connected to other parts of the outfit loosely whereas some just tailed behind when it moved. The outfit was intricately decorated and didn't look confining, but it did look very creepy.

Recovering from the shock of what he saw, Harry told Dudley he had to imagine it was amusing in someway and then said the incantation. In a blink of an eye the creature was dressed in a rabbit costume with a squeaky rubber carrot. They all laughed hysterically and the creature vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Where did it go? And what was that?" enquired Petunia.

"It was a Bogart and we killed it," answered Harry.

"Good, now look you, I want you out of my house now! You know you're not to do or say anything magical in my house. Now out!" dictated Vernon.

Harry tried to argue that he had just saved their lives but found he wasn't going to win and this, in his eyes, was a reward. So he went upstairs to his room and packed, quickly sending a note to the Weasleys telling them what had happened.

He dragged his trunk downstairs and out of the door where he took out his wand and signalled for the Knight Bus. When it arrived with a giant roar, he boarded and asked to be taken to the area in which Grimmauld Place was (obviously not saying Grimmauld Place) and then flopped onto one of the beds.