Warning:I can not spell so if you see any mistakes please tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or much of any thing else for that matter.
Harry couldn't sleep. He had tried many things but it looked like it was going to be another sleepless night. Good thing that Christmas break started tomorrow. He was down to his last resort; looking though the pictures of his parents that Hagrid gave him years ago. This always seemed to help it calmed him down, especially his mother's pictures.
He didn't know when his conscious wondering turned into actual dreams, but all at once he found himself in a warm bed that definitely wasn't his four poster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he attended sixth year classes with his best friends Ron and Hermione. No, this definitely wasn't it, he thought to himself. The room was covered in wizard Quidditch posters. It was also very cluttered and had objects strewn all over the floor.
"Harry, Harry dear, wake up." He heard a soft feminine voice from what seemed to be downstairs. He knew that calming voice, but he couldn't place it. It had to be from very early in his childhood but no, it couldn't be his mother's, could it?
"Mum," he tried the word out softly. He had never really used this word because his parents had died when he was at such a young age and he had certainly never called his Aunt Petunia 'mum'.
This is my first fan fic. andI don't really khow where I'm going with it so if you like it tell me other wise I probably wont finish it.
