Hey, just a short drabble I wrote a while ago in response to a conversation I was having about an ending to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling created Harry Potter, I only own the idea - although if other people have done something similar, I haven't seen any, so to me this is still original.
Harry jumped up in his bed breathing hard, sweat trailing down his forehead. Reaching up with his hand he felt around for the familiar scar. Nothing... but…? A knock on his door disrupted his thoughts. Creaking, it opened and a pool of light spread throughout, lighting up his room. Two familiar silhouettes stood in the doorway, watching him, the shorter of the two - the female by her structure – spoke up, "Harry, sweetheart, are you all right?"
That voice! The woman walked into the light and took a seat by his side, reaching up she stroked his face, fingers cool against his heated skin, she spoke again, her voice music to his ears, "sweetheart, did you have a nightmare?"
He tried to speak, but his voice constricted in his throat, "Mum?" he looked at the other figure by the door, "Dad?" The two looked at each other worried.
The man broke the silence, "yeah, Harry, it's us. Bad dream mate?"
Harry didn't know what to say, were they really his parents? Was it really just a dream? It couldn't have been, it had all felt so real, he'd lived there at Hogwarts for seven years! And before that, at the Dursley's for eleven! It just couldn't be real! He pinched his arm and was elated when he felt pain in response.
His mother, Lily, looked concerned at his actions but his father, James, chuckled.
"Come on, mate, your mum'll make you a hot chocolate and you can tell us all about it," James grinned.