Yay first story! Wanted to write this for a while.

Harry looked down at the sand. His mouth thinned. Where was he? This wasn't his cupboard. Suddenly, water lapped at his ankles. His eyes widened and his mouth made an 'O' formation. It was this dream. He looked up. Yup. The rock was there. He walked up to it. It wasn't really a rock. More like a white boulder. Which matched with the white sand, which matched with the slightly blue ocean. Well, Harry couldn't exactly blame it for being so monochromatic. It was a dream. He was supposed to be the one to control it. It's not like dreams have minds of their own. Harry went around the boulder twice. The water was shallow, which was lucky, since he couldn't swim. He'd actually become scared of deep water. Water that wasn't clear and that was deep, unlike this ocean. This ocean was always level, for some reason. Harry felt something on his shoulder. This wasn't part of the dream! He whipped around and-

SLAM!

He fell off his little hammock. Drat! Oh, his uncle will be so-
Why isn't he here yet? What day is it? What time is it?

Harry shook his head from all thought. The dream. It didn't end with him falling off the boulder this time. Just something touching him.

Or someone.

Harry shook his head, again. People can't enter other people's dreams. That's absurd. Harry pushed open his door, which responded with a creak. He looked around, noticing that it's light outside. What time was it? Why didn't they wake him up?

Harry walked up to the digital clock near the toaster. He peered over the counter, noting that it's 9:30 AM.

9:30 AM?!

He almost shrieked. That's 3 hours later than his usual wake up time! He shook slightly and looked at the calander.
Oh wait...

It's Dudley's birthday. They must've left without him. And in a few weeks, his birthday. He sighed, and went up to the bathroom. The female Dursley hadn't left him a list of chores. 'Probably in a rush, she forgot,' Harry mused. He turned on the bath and stripped his clothes off, tossing them into the hamper. He carefully slid into the bath, hissing at the hot water. Harry hadn't had hot water in so long, it hurts. When the bath tub was filled 3/4 of the way, Harry turned off the faucet, mixing shampoo and conditioner in his hand, using his finger. He scrubbed his head with his hands, making sure to get the sham-ditioner between hairs. He sighed, took a breath, then dunked his head underwater. He scrubbed mercilessly at the hair, making most of its knots disappear along with the sham-ditioner. His aunt tried very hard to get it tame, but only he knew how to. By weakening it by hot water. He rose, once again, to the surface, swallowing mouthfuls of air. He recovered quickly, continuing with his bath.

Harry rubbed his face with a towel, then dried his hair with the towel, then used the towel to dry his... Other parts. He took a brush and practically attacked his hair with it. Harry got it down in 5 minutes. He put on his clothes and walked out the door. He took a look in a shard of mirror he has, staring into those bright green eyes. He imagined himself with brown eyes, like he always does. He had known that when he was younger, he always had light brown eyes. However, when he turned 3, he was told by his aunt that his mother had green eyes. He had imagined himself with green eyes. He suddenly had green eyes. His uncle beat him for that. Harry couldn't turn it back though, so for a year or so, his eyes were green. His relatives had forgotten he had brown eyes, so he kept them oblivious.

It's not a lot, but my arm hurts, so I'mma go to sleep. It's literally 10 PM here. I'm not joking.