Hey all my little lovelies, how's everyone? Good? Glad to hear it. Don't worry, I'm still working on Everything Thing Is Just Roses, but the idea for this little blurb just occurred to me so I had to get it down. Please tell me what you think upon reading it!

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.

Enjoy!

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"All a Dream?"

So this was it. Harry, seventeen years old, had his wand pointed at a disarmed form. That form was his arch enemy, the man (if he could even call him that) he'd waited almost all his life to kill. That man was Voldemort. They stood in the graveyard from his dream, the one just outside the Riddle House.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent their seventeenth year not at Hogwarts, but tracking down Voldemort instead. And when they had come this far, he had found them. It seemed as though the three of them had dueled with the Dark Lord for forever. They had finally succeeded in disarming him when Ron and Hermione had created a powerful magical barrier around Harry. Moments later, Voldemort's wand was knocked away, yet Ron and Hermione were disarmed as well. Now they lay just feet away from Harry, though thankfully, only knocked out.

And now he faced him alone.

"Go ahead," Voldemort coaxed in a terrifying whisper, his blood-red snake-like nostrils flaring. "You'll never be able to do it. You're a coward. Just like your parents."

This sent Harry into a blind rage. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

With a long, howling and ear-piercing shriek, Voldemort was gone.

Not having any time to think about it, Harry rushed over to his two friends. "Are you guys alright? Look! He's gone! Gone forever!"

"Huh…? Wha…?" Ron slurred and rose as if he'd awoken from a deep sleep.

"Harry…?" Hermione moaned, but her eyes remained closed.

Harry smiled with resolve. "I'm still here, Hermione. And hopefully, I'll stick around for a long time."

They all stood and stared at each other in silence with tears of joy trickling from their eyes.

Then the three of them pulled each other into a big tight embrace. This was love. This was loyalty. This was friendship. This was worth it all…

A knock could be heard from somewhere distant. Then another, louder. Then a third, MUCH louder. "Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry didn't know where this rather unpleasant neighing was coming from, for it sounded much like a horse.

"Up!" the voice came again.

Harry's eyes shot open and he found himself eleven years old and back in his cupboard, under the stairs. So it had all been a dream? 'Wow, what a weird dream…' Harry mused. 'If only it were real.'

"Are you up yet?" Harry now recognized the whiny voice of his Aunt Petunia.

"Nearly," he moaned back.

And she went on blabbering.

That day, it was his cousin Dudley's birthday and they went to the zoo. While there, Harry—without exactly knowing how—chatted with a boa constrictor and then proceeded to set it free. It wasn't his fault; the glass had just disappeared! These events were starting to seem all too familiar to Harry.

The next day, at breakfast, the mail came. And there was a letter for Harry.

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