Harry sat up in his bed in the cupboard, panting. At only 13 years of age, he scowled bitterly. It felt like the millionth time he had this dream. Beautiful nightmare, it seemed more like.
"Magic is not real. If it would be, I would be out of this hellhole a long time ago, just like that goddamn dream says," he muttered to himself. He got dressed clumsily; the cupboard was getting rather small for a 13 year old.
Now, the dream was very specific. It said that when he was eleven, he got a letter to go to a magical school, and Hagrid, an enormous man, came to deliver the news personally because his uncle, Vernon Dursley, was stopping the letters from getting in his hands. After that, time rushed by. He went to this school, named Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Ron had flaming red hair and was tall and lanky, just like his two older twin brothers, Fred and George. They were identical, not a freckle apart, with the same flaming red hair. In fact, the whole family had the hair. Hermione, on the other hand, had bushy brunette hair and large front teeth. She was also very smart. They were in the same 'house' at Hogwarts, meaning they shared a tower and each dorm was shared by five girls or boys. Harry had also managed to make an enemy. Draco Malfoy was his name, with blond hair, so blond, in fact, that it was almost white. Glassy gray eyes that smirked along with his lips.
However, this was just the first part, and the most important part was that when he was a baby, he got the scar that lay upon his forehead from an evil wizard who killed both his parents, and tried to kill him, but the spell reflected and he was killed instead, leaving only the scar on Harry. This evil wizard's name was Voldemort, but everyone called him You-Know-Who because they were scared to say Voldemort for fear that they might curse themselves.
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by his Uncle Vernon's barking at him.
"You worthless boy, can't you hurry up with that breakfast? I'm hungry, and so is Dudley!" Vernon yelled. Both Vernon and Harry's cousin, Dudley, resembled pigs more and more each year, barely fitting in their chairs.
Harry quickly finished the breakfast and set it on platters and got it to his uncle, aunt, Petunia, and cousin. He sighed, sitting down and gulping down his measly meal.
"What are you sighing about? Had a bad dream?" his cousin mocked him, mouth full.
"No, actually, it was really nice. I was a wizard and got away from all of you to go to a magical school. In fact, if you were wondering, it was my 13th birthday two weeks ago, and I haven't heard a word," Harry snapped, immediately regretting it. He expected Uncle Vernon to beat the living soul out of him now. But his uncle just growled and looked away.
"Well, then, it's your lucky day, I can't leave you alone, and we have to go to London. It is confidential business, don't you even ask, boy," Vernon barked. "So you're coming with us."
Harry nodded. Later, they all piled into the van, and drove to London. Harry had the biggest surprise of his life when they got out and Uncle Vernon gave him some money and told him to be off, but to be back at the car before 10 o'clock that evening. Harry nodded eagerly and set off. He looked at London with wide eyes. It was magnificent, and people were stumbling everywhere. It was all Harry could ever hope for, to see this. Mindlessly, he bumped into someone. He turned to see who it was.
His soul went cold and he couldn't even scream as much as he wanted. The boy he had bumped into was an exact replica of that boy from his dream, Draco Malfoy, from the blond hair to the gray eyes to the look in general. What was even worse was his father, who was standing beside him. The boy, just like Draco, was an exact mini replica of his father. Lucius Malfoy, in his dream, the father of Draco, hated Harry with a burning passion and wanted to murder him just as much as Voldemort, who he was the loyal servant to.
He let out a squeak and his hand flew to his forehead to cover his scar. The boy and man looked at him curiously.
"Are-are you alright?" the boy asked, looking him up and down curiously. Harry was still staring at the man cautiously, prepared to bolt at any time. The man frowned.
"Is something wrong?" the man asked, seemingly worried. Harry reminded himself that it had been a dream, and these were just regular people. He let out a breath and uncovered his scar.
"I'm truly sorry, you just reminded me of some people I know. I don't really have a friendly relationship with them," Harry apologized.
"The name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," the boy said, sticking out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry let out a shaky breath before everything went black and the ground came rushing up to meet him.