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Things Aren't As They Seem

Chapter 1

Harry awoke with a groan. His head felt horrible...the fall from his broom must have been even longer then he thought. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in the Hospital Wing. 'I'm not here again,' he thought with an inward groan. 'Pomfrey is probably ready to make a bed just for me, since I seem to end up here often.' After a minute of looking around for someone, he came to an amazing realization. 'I don't have my glasses on!...but I can see perfectly.' Okay, this was weird...even for him!

"You're finally awake Mr. Potter," Madame Pomfrey said as she walked out of her office. "You had us quite worried there." She mumbled to herself as she walked around him, checking different things. "Yes...yes...good you are awake. Everyone will be very happy to know this." She walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later with Ron and Hermione behind her.

"Harry!" they both yelled and ran over to him.

"You're awake!" Ron exclaimed once they were right next to him.

"Madame Pomfrey just told us that Ron," Hermione said with an exasperated sigh after giving Harry a crushing hug. "Your parents will be in here in a few minutes. Remus is going to finish your father's class for you."

Harry had been laughing at the momentary antics of Hermione and Ron but stopped abruptly when he heard Hermione mention his parents.

"Wait...what? My parents? Remus is here...and is going to finish my dad's class?" Harry asked, his head spinning. Either he had hit his head extremely hard and was hearing things or his two best friends were playing a bad joke on him.

"Yeah Harry," Ron said. "Remus is here working on something with Snape so he's going to finish your dad's 5th year class for him so him and your mum can come up here. They were really worried about you. Heck, we were all really worried about you! You were out for three weeks. It's almost the end of term now."

"Harry!" he heard a feminine voice say. He looked up and he suddenly couldn't breathe. There was his mum and dad! This had to be some illusion...or maybe he was still asleep

"I'm so glad you're awake!" He found himself in another huge hug, this time from his mum.

"Ya really had us worried there, son," his dad said, hugging him after Lily let up.

Harry just sat there in shock. "Okay...this isn't funny. What's going on? Who are you?" he asked.

Lily and James looked at each other worriedly as did Ron and Hermione.

"Harry...we're your parents," James said slowly, as Lily's eyes filled with tears at the thought of her son not knowing who they were.

"You can't be," Harry said vehemently. "My parents died when I was a year old. They were killed by Voldemort, which is why I have this scar on my forehead!"

"Honey, we defeated Voldemort when you were a year old. The scar on your forehead is from when you tried to fly by yourself when you were three," Lily tried to explain.

"No, you're dead," Harry whispered quietly as he curled up in a ball on the bed. 'This can't be happening,' he thought. 'What is going on?'

Madame Pomfrey motioned for everyone to follow her outside so they could talk freely.

"What's going on? What's wrong with Harry?" Lily asked quietly as James hugged her tightly.

"I'm not sure. It's not a case of amnesia since he seems to remember Ron and Hermione. And while he remembers you two," she motioned to Lily and James," and Voldemort, his memories seem to be skewed. I'm not sure how that could happen though...," Pomfrey finished.

"Maybe we should go talk to him," Hermione suggested as Ron put his arm around her.

"Yeah, we could find out what he remembers. He'd probably talk to us since he seems to remember us clearly," Ron added.

"Might as well give it a try," James said as Ron and Hermione walked back into the infirmary.

"Harry?" Hermione said quietly, once she was next to his bed. "It's just me and Ron now."

"What's going on?" Harry asked, his words breaking as he tried not to cry.

"You fell off your broom in our game against Ravenclaw almost a month ago. From the height you fell from, we were worried you were dead," Ron said.

"I fell from my broom but not during a game...What's going on? Why are those people here who say they are my parents? What are they up to?" Harry asked, feeling agitated and not knowing what was going on.

"They are your parents Harry. You dad teaches flying and your mum teaches Charms," Hermione answered.

"When is it?"

"It's December of your fourth year," Ron said.

As soon as Ron said 'fourth year' Harry remembered something that he couldn't believe he had forgotten. "The Tri-Wizard Tournament!"

Ron and Hermione looked at each with identical looks of confusion. "What tournament?" they asked at the same time.

'Oh bloody hell,' Harry thought. "What the hell is going on here? I go flying, hit my head on the ground or whatever, and now things are completely different from how they are supposed to be. Is this some kind of prank that your brothers thought up Ron? Even for the twins, this is bad."

"No, this isn't any type of prank!" Ron yelled, becoming frustrated.

"Well something is going on, cause this sure as hell isn't real!" Harry yelled back.

"Well then what is real for you?!" Ron yelled.

"My mum and dad were when I was less then a year old and was sent to live with my mum's sister and her family. I never knew anything about real magic until Hagrid came and got me to get my supplies for my first year at Hogwarts. Since the very beginning, the three of us have been best friend. My godfather, Sirius Black who was sent to Azkaban falsely for betraying my parents and killing 12 muggles, escaped from Azkaban in our third year. We helped him escape on Buckbeak at the end of the school year. We're holding the Tri-Wizard tournament at Hogwarts this year along with two other wizarding schools. I feel off my broom when I was flying around secretly and then woke up here. Now that, is real," Harry finished.

"No, you want to know what is real, Harry? Your parents are alive and you've lived with them your whole life. Sirius is your godfather but teaches Animagus and dueling here at Hogwarts. There is no tournament of any kind going on, and whatever reason you have for acting like this is no excuse. You have no idea how much you hurt your parents by acting like this so you need to stop your stupid act!" Ron yelled, his face now as red as his hair.

"Would you shut up?!" Hermione yelled at Ron. "What Harry told us, is really what he thinks is going on. He is not just acting or whatever the hell you think he is doing, Ronald Weasley. You need to calm down and change your attitude."

Ron glared at Hermione and opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it before speaking. He glared at Harry for a moment before storming out of the Infirmary.

"Stupid prat," Hermione said under her breath. "Don't pay any attention to him. McGonagall was giving him trouble in class today and he's been even moodier since finding out Ginny had a boyfriend."

Harry had no idea what was going on but his friends were definitely the same. Ron with his unreasonable temper and Hermione with her way of dealing with Ron. "It's okay," Harry sighed. "I truly don't know what's going on. I'm realizing this isn't some stupid joke but...," he trailed off.

"Well I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will figure out what's wrong with you," Hermione said, trying to sound comforting.

"I have two questions though. Why did McGonagall get on to Ron and who is Ginny's boyfriend?" Harry asked.

"Does McGonagall need a reason to get onto Ron? I mean the house rivalry is enough of a reason for her. Now as far as," Hermione was cut off before finishing her sentence.

"House rivalry? McGonagall is our head of house!" Harry exclaimed.

Hermione just stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was serious or not. "No...," she said slowly. "She's head of Gryffindor. You, me, and Ron are in Slytherin. Your uncle Snape is our head of house."

"What??" Harry exclaimed, wondering what was stranger. Them being in Slytherin or the fact that Snape was his uncle. 'Definitely Snape'...he thought before passing out.

"This isn't good," Hermione said to herself.

...So, what do you think? I'm still working on my other HP fic so no worries to anybody whose reading that also. This has been pecking at my mind for months but I finally started typing it. Still coming up with some ideas on it muhahahaha....Review please!