Title: A dream?
Written By: Casey and Jen
Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling I would be busy writing book six, not fan fiction. ;)
A/N: Hello! We will try to update as soon as we can, which should be pretty fast because school's out!
Harry Potter woke up to hear voices around him. He didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want too face all the questions he was sure to be asked. He had already relived the wrecking of the department of mysteries to Dumbledore and did not wish to again. He slowly opened his eyes and reached for his glasses, which someone had placed on the table beside him. After a few minutes Madame Promfrey came bustling in.
"Oh good your awake. What the point of these dangerous sports is I don't know." She left the room tut tutting to herself.
Harry, however, was confused. Sports? He didn't exactly call Sirius being murdered a sport. Sirius. Harry shut hit eyes again. It was his fault. All his fault that Sirius was dead. Gone. That's enough Harry told himself sternly. He's gone. And thinking about him won't bring him back.
"Harry!" said a voice. "Harry, don't you ever do that again! No dumb game is worth you standing on your broomstick just to catch a snitch. You could have been killed!"
Harry looked at the woman who was speaking. She had red hair. And her eyes…her eyes were green…bright green just like Harry's.
He suddenly noticed two men standing beside the woman. One of them had black hair that stuck up in the back exactly like Harry's did, and also hazel eyes. The other was very handsome and had long black hair.
"Excellent, Harry!" the one with hazel eyes said. "Never seen a more spectacular catch!"
"James, you prat!" the woman scolded. "Harry could've been killed!"
"Aww…Lily," the man with long hair said. "You can't say it wasn't an awesome catch."
"Sirius Black can't you act your age?"
Harry listened to all of this trying to make sense of it all. The people surrounding him were dead, yet they were here, right in front of him, talking about him even. Right then, did that mean he was dead too?
"Harry?" the woman he supposed was his mother asked. "Are you feeling ok? You look ill."
Madame Promfrey walked in. "Of course he's ill. He just fell several feet from the air from a broomstick, at least two hundred I'd say. Going to any lengths just to win a stupid game.
Now hold on, thought Harry. Madame Promfrey is still alive. I can see her heart beating, something isn't right.
"Mum?" Harry asked. "Dad? Sirius?" They all nodded. "But you…you're supposed to be…well…dead.
Nobody said anything for a few seconds. Then…
"Dead?" Sirius asked. "Why would we be dead?"
Harry said only one word. "Voldemort."
"Voldemort? Who's Voldemort?"
"The one who killed you!" he pointed at Sirius. "And you and you!" he pointed at Lily and James. "Voldemort! You know, the evilest wizard in the world! The one who killed thousands of innocent muggles-"
Madame Promfrey cut him off. "My dear boy, you had a dream."
"No it wasn't a dream!" said Harry bewildered. A dream? It couldn't have been a dream! A dream couldn't be that real, that powerful.
"Yes boy. Just a dream. You feel several feet from the air. Of course you're confused. I assure you that neither your parents nor godfather are dead."
Just then, Dumbledore walked through the door.
Dumbledore! Thought Harry. Dumbledore will fix it all. Dumbledore fixes everything. He'll know it isn't all just a dream.
