A/N: Hello people! I think I need to explain myself, first of all. Well, the other day, I was thinking about what would happen if J.K. Rowling pulled an 'and then he woke up' in HP. And the little gears in my mind started turning, so I ended up with an entire story. It was sort of funny, so I decided to make a fic about it. Oh and I kept what J.K.Rowling said: The last word will be SCAR! MUAHAHAHA!!!

One last thing to say. Harry's dream is bold, and his thoughts are italic.

Anywho, enjoy!

When Harry Potter Woke Up

Harry had Voldemort at wand point now. The Dark Lord's red, slit-like eyes had a look of defeat dwelling on them as he knelt in weakness before him. He was finally going to do it. Harry was finally going to kill him...

"Avada-"

A high-pitched scream was heard.

"Harry! Haaaaaaaaaaary! Wake up! You're going to be late for your first day of sixth grade!"(A/N: I have no idea what they call it there okay?) Lily Potter called from downstairs.

'Oh boy!' Thought 11-year-old Harry Potter, grabbing his glasses as he got out of bed. He suddenly remembered how in his dream, his parents had been dead. He shuddered. 'Well, at least it was only a dream.' He was trying to decide if he should tell his friends about the dream. They might think it was cool, or tell him it was stupid, like the time he told them about the dream with the flying motorbike. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind though, as he had to get ready.

Harry was starting at StoneEdge High this year. He was sort of excited, but not really worried, because all his friends were going. The uniforms there were gray. That was it. The school did not care what you wore, as long as it was gray. He thought this was kind of a strange rule, but didn't really mind it.

After getting dressed in gray jeans, a gray striped shirt, gray socks and gray sneakers, he headed down for breakfast. In the kitchen, his mother kissed him on the cheek and tried to smooth down his hair. She knew it was a lost cause, but did it purely out of habit.

Harry's father came into the kitchen while straping on his watch. When he saw Harry, he ruffled his hair, and both grinned behind Lily's back. As she always said, 'His hair is bad enough without you scruffing it up James', but they always did this when she couldn't see.

Yet again, she didn't see, but made them sit down at the table as she shoveled eggs onto their plates.

"Excited about your first day?" his dad asked. "Worried?"

Harry just shrugged as he gulped down his glass of orange juice. He remembered in his dream about how he didn't have his dad around to ask that question.'Oh, stop it!' he told himself. 'It was only a dumb dream. That would never really happen.'

But before he could dwell on the thought any longer, the door swung open.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Potter!" exclaimed Draco Malfoy cheerily, closing the kitchen door behind him. "Just come to get Harry for school." he said, catching his eye. "Watch this." he mouthed silently, reaching inside his jacket pocket. "I've brought you an apple." He presented a shiny red apple to Harry's mother.

"Oh Draco, you're so sweet." cooed Mrs. Potter, taking the apple and setting it on the table. "Harry, why can't you be more like Draco? He'e so considerate and giving." she went on, patting him on the back.

Harry was barely able to contain his laughter as he walked toward the door. "I don't know Mum. I'll try harder to live up to him though." Both of them were trying to hide their smirks, but Draco's was showing the tiniest bit, making him look evil. 'Like in my dream.'

"Well, we better be going. Don't want to be late on the first day you know." Harry heard Draco say.

"Do you need a ride?" Lily asked, motioning toward the car keys.

"No thanks Mum. We're have to go and get Ron and Hermione." Harry said.

She scowled. "Hermione? Oh, she is just so...strange, maybe you shouldn't be around her."

'Oh boy, here we go again...'

His father spoke up. "Nonsense Lily, they've been friends with her for years, the girl's alright. She's actually quite smart if I do say so myself. Maybe they can learn a thing or two from her."

Mrs.Potter gave him a Look. "Anyway, you boys have a good day."

Harry gave a silent thanks to his dad and picking up his backpack, the two boys ran out the door.

"So, what'd you think?" Draco asked, poking Harry in the side. "I didn't think your mother would fall for that one. She's fooled easily, isn't she?"

Harry grinned. "Very easily." They both laughed and kept walking.

"So who do we get first, Ron or Hermione?" Draco said, while thinking which was more logical.

"Let's get Ron. I think he's closer."

"Actually, I am."

The two looked behind them to see Hermione standing a little ways down the street, smiling slightly. She came up to them, her many chains clanging against each other on her gray pants.

"You two were seriously thinking about leaving me for last? Shame on you." Hermione said jokingly, throwing her arms around both their shoulders. "Here I am, being left alone while my-" Her arms dropped and she was frowning at Draco. "You're not wearing your cape."

He suddenly becaem very nervous, his eyes darting back and forth from Harry to Hermione. "I know."

"You're not wearing it. Why aren't you wearing it?" she said, her voice rising.

"I can't wear it. It's not gray. It's black."

'What's going on?' Harry thought.

"Black is just a darker shade of gray." Hermione argued. "Where is it?"

"In my backpack." Draco mummbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, and taking out a pile of black material.

She snatched it away from him and unfolded it. "Draaaaaaaaaaacoooooooooo!" Hermione shrieked. "You tangled up the string!!!" She began to fumble with a large knot attached to the 'cape'. "This wouldn't have happened if you had been wearing it." she sneered.

"May I remind you why you made it in the first place? It was the easiest thing in the stupid sewing book!" Draco yelled.

Harry was slowly starting to process what had happened. He already knew that Hermione's mother had made her take a sewing class and that she had to have a project done. She must have made a cape and given to Draco. And apparently he hadn't worn it. Which, he supposed, was bad.

"Yeah, but I still made it for you! Notice I didn't give it to Harry or Ron. Whether or not it was easy to make is besides the point! Now shut up while I untie this knot." With that, Hermione started walking again, messing with the knot as she did so. He really didn't think it would take to long though. Hermione had strangely long, sharp nails.

"What was that about?" questioned a certain red-haired boy who had just arrived. Ron had walked out of his house before they even passed it. He never really did like them to go over there though. 'Too many people already.' he always used as an excuse.

"Don't ask me, ask him." Harry said defensively, pointing to Draco,who was trying to talk to Hermione. She ignored him though, becasue she was still trying to undo the knot in the cape.

Finally he gave up and walked back over to Harry and Ron, fuming. "Gosh, she can be so annoying. It's times like this I really see why we're her only friends." There was silence, and Draco sighed. "No, I don't really mean it."

After that, they were able to talk a bit, mostly telling Ron about eariler.

"And then she said, 'Harry, why can't you be more like Draco? He's so considerate and giving.' Then he says-"

"I got it!" shouted Hermione excitedly, running back towards then. She displayed the untangeled string proudly. "See? It just took a bit of time." She paused. "Now you're going to wear it."

Before Draco could protest, she flung the cape around him, and tied it tight with her famous 'death knot'. "There." She said, turning him towards them."Isn't it great?"

Draco looked down at himself, trying to hide his look of approval. Ron just nodded. Harry only thought that him in a cape looked very familiar...

"That's what we all wore in my dream!" Harry burst out. His three friends stared at him. He began to explain. "I had this really weird dream last night. It turns out we were all magic..."

"We?" cut in Hermione. "We were in this dream too?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, but you were all different. Draco, you were my worst enemy and you were evil, and Hermione, you were smart-"he stopped himself when he saw her glare. "I mean in a goody-two-shoes, teacher's pet kind of way." he added quickly."And Ron was...no actually, Ron was just like himself."

"What about you Harry?" Ron asked.

"Me?Well, I was famous-"

"Why were you famous?"said Draco, attempting to untie the death knot.

"Because...well see what happened was that when I was a baby, my parents were killed by Mr.Riddle, who's name was Voldemort-"

"Mr.Riddle? Our new homeroom teacher?" Ron laughed."Why would he kill your parents?"

"I'm trying to tell you, he was the evil Dark Lord. And after he killed my parents, he tried to kill me, but he couldn't even though he was a really powerful wizard-"

"Why couldn't he kill you?" Hermione said, becoming interested.

"I don't know, because even though the dream was from the time I was eleven to seventeen, Sacagawea doesn't know why because J.K.Rowling hasn't come out with the 6th or 7th books yet, even though she should hurry it up already!"

"WHAT?!?" yelled the three in unison

Harry got an odd expression on his face. "I have no idea why I just said that."

As the four walked to school, Harry told them all about his dream, being questioned about every little thing. Yet the more of the story he told, the more ridiculous it sounded. Really, magic wands, the 'Forbidden Forest' and Mr.Riddle being evil? Ron became quite interested though, saying Harry should write a book about it, and how it would sell big. Harry didn't think so though. Who would actually be interested in what an 11-year-old boy had a dream about?

When they got to school, they were almost run over by Neville Longbottom, the most popular boy in school, and his fan club. They barely had time to jump out of the way before the group came there way, in a sort of clump, Neville leading the way.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "Honestely, I don't know what the big deal about him is. He is such a dork. I mean look at him." she grumbled, looking disgusted. "Do you know what his name means?"

"Wikedly Popular?" Ron said, looking at Neville with jealousy.

"No." Hermione continued, grinning evilly. "It means 'absent-minded professor'." They all had a good laugh at this. "But really, it does." she said becoming serious again. "If someone is going to be popular, they should at least have a cool name. Like Hermione.Or Draco. Now that's a cool name. That means dragon." She flashed her perfect white teeth at him.

Suddenly, a tall person was standing in front of them, blocking there way to the classroom. It was Ms. Lestrange, the campus supervisor. "That's not gray." she inquired, pointing at Draco's cape.

"Black is just...another shade of gray?" Draco said, half asking, half stating.

"Oh really? Okay, you can go then." Ms. Lestrange moved aside to let them through.

"Well, that was...Lestrange?"

Ron smiled feebly at his attempt at a pun.

They all went into Mr.Riddle's room, sitting near the front of the class, as all the back seats were taken. The three boys said hello to some of the other students they knew. Hermione played with one of her chains while glaring at random people, mostly just trying to scare them.

Mr.Riddle walked in just then, not looking not well. He set down his breifcase and faced the class, who gasped upon seeing him. His eyes were red and cat-like, as if he could barely open them.

"Sorry about my eyes class. I spent my summer in Hawaii and got too much sun, apparently my eyes are very sensitive...anyway, lets begin. Miss, please put that chain away." He said, giving Hermione a look.

She scowled a bit, but stopped swinging it around like she had been. But before she clipped it onto her pants, the spiky end of it scratched Harry across the head...

"Well that's definetely going to leave a scar."

A/N: Was that stupid? I mean, beyond what you expected? I'm kinda new at this, this is only my second fic. My other one is currently being written, and I've never made a one-shot before.

Anywho, tell me what you think!

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