Summary:

Harry wakes up from a dream to find himself...to have envisioned Hogwarts. However, upon seeing events that happened in his dream, he deduces that he had, in

fact, dreamed his future. He decides to fix his mistakes, but would things get better or worse? Worse, when Harry realizes that one of his friends will betray him,

that Voldemort was never destroyed when attempting to kill Harry, and other nice surprises :). A story about Harry's first (real) year at Hogwarts, with lots of

twists to the plot!

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: We do not own the Harry Potter Series.

Oh you were wondering about the "we"? :) This fanfiction is made from the collaboration of the B-Buddies. *The other person has not made an account or a

pseudonym... so we'll tell you the actual names later.

A light breeze tickled Harry's face. Harry jumped up, hitting his head. "Ow!" he grumbled. He shook his head and reached for his glasses.

"Wait," he cried. There was no desk by his bed. His glasses were surprisingly on his face. He was in his old cupboard under the stairs.

Harry squinted his eyes. "Wand…" he mumbled, searching the floor for any signs of a flimsy stick in the dim light that emanated from the cracks in the wall.

Suddenly, the full fact struck him, and he barged out of the cupboard. "Ahh-" he yelled before stopping short to see Dudley munching on… bacon. "AHHHHH!" Harry

screamed, shocked to see his cousin 7-years younger than he remembered.

"You?" Dudley sneered. "I'm finishing up your breakfast scrapes."

"Dudley," Harry breathed. "Hogwarts- remember?"

Dudley started laughing. "That's hilarious. Hog-warts." He giggled and walked away.

Harry was confused. He groaned and made his way to the bathroom to wash his face. He was probably imagining things. However, what he saw in the mirror astounded

him: his reflection… an 11-year-old boy.

Harry bolted out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Vernon and Petunia were waiting at the dining table. "Fetch me more bacon, boy," said Vernon hungrily. Harry just

stared blankly. 'Could it be possible,' he thought to himself, 'that my whole life has just been a- a dream? Ron. Hermione. Hogwarts.' He listened to the voice of Vernon

shouting furiously at Harry. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL ANYMORE!" Harry screamed and ran out the door.

"Okay, it's just a wizard prank," Harry reassured to himself. "If I stroll around recklessly for a while, maybe the prankster will get bored." He walked around Privet Drive,

looking at the familiar setting. He circled the block and, after a while, finally turned back into the front steps of his house. He stopped short to see a fluttering mass of

white… feathers? An owl was dropping letters into his chimney.

"Yes!" yelled Harry, his fist pumping into the air. He ran inside his house just in time to see his uncle shocked and blankly glaring at him. "Go back to your cupboard,"

hissed Uncle Vernon. Harry's eyes nearly popped. "But that's a letter-" "-It's for me," Vernon puffed before entering the kitchen. Instead, Harry sneaked to the closed

kitchen door and pressed his ear to it. "Petunia," Vernon whispered, "It's here. The letter from Hogwarts."

And then it hit him. This wasn't a prank. This moment has happened year ago, but that was in his dream. This was reality. He had dreamed of his entire future.

'Perhaps this is a good thing,' thought Harry. 'I've made many mistakes in my dreams. Now I'll be able to fix them.' His mind wandered to all the innocent lives he could

save… and all the cruel people he could make miserable.

Weeks passed, and, of course, Harry and the Dursleys ended up moving into the small old house in the middle of the sea once Vernon got fed up with all the letters from

Hogwarts. The night before Harry's birthday, Harry lay awake, waiting eagerly for Hagrid to smash down the door. He stared at his watch for what seemed like hours.

Then… 3… 2… 1… Knock! Knock! Dudley woke up with a start and Vernon and Petunia came downstairs. Harry, however, walked straight up to the door and opened it. "Get

away from that door, boy," said Vernon, but Harry ignored him. "Hello, Hagrid," he said as the giant stepped inside. Hagrid chuckled. "I'm surprised ye remember me,

Harry," he said and handed him his birthday present- a cake. "It's been, what, 10 years?" "It seems like a few days," replied Harry. "And yes, I'd love to go to Hogwarts.

Let's go now before Dudley eats my cake." Hagrid stroked his beard, as if trying to make out Harry's hurried behavior. "Well, all right then," he said and led Harry out of

the old house. Vernon didn't even get to say anything, let alone pull the trigger of the rifle he was holding.

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