What is Real
Summary: Harry Potter wakes up, 17 years old and at no 4 Privet Drive like everyday cursing his existence. He's off to school and work but something feels different about today. And then a strange man runs into him telling him to "wake up" and suddenly Harry wants to know what from and why it suddenly feels so important. Not AU.
Author's Note: I had this idea that I got from a ridiculous place but here it is. I'm not sure what's going to happen or anything if there's anything you'd like to see let me know.
I do have a question: would you guys like to see a romance? I'm all for it and stuff but I don't know who to pair harry with. I was thinking Snape or Malfoy maybe, I'm all for slash too lol, but I can do het if you'd rather read that. Lemme know okay, here we go...!
"How much time do we have?"
"I don't know, not much."
"What if—"
"He won't, he'll come back. He has to."
"What if he—"
"He will Ron, he will, and we're going to help him."
Harry sat up his head pulsing as always. His mind felt blank for a moment like he was in some type of trance or dream. A shiver coursed up his spine rocking his entire body like a wave. And then it was over. He stifled a groan as the fog cleared and stumbled out of his stupidly small bed and tried to avoid stumbling down the stairs. He ran a messy hand through his hair glared uselessly at the clock that reads 5:00 AM by the door.
Harry pours himself a cup of coffee and if it tastes more like chalk and less like coffee than usual he doesn't pay it any mind.
He starts fixing breakfast and has long since figured out that the faster he can get in and get out without making any contact with his relatives the better it is for everyone.
As he starts out the door he notices it's raining. Harry sighs and pulls his down over his floppy hair and doesn't even try to wipe the water off his glasses. After what seems like too long he's reached the bus stop and takes a seat on the bench. There's a man next to him wearing a grim expression and reading the daily newspaper.
He keeps looking over at Harry and Harry avoids the darkness of his eyes. There's always weirdos out and about this early in the morning so he doesn't pay the man much mind, but there is something threateningly dark about his eyes that he's already trying to forget.
And then the bus is here and he's got his tokens out and he really has forgotten about the man and his black eyes and his unthreatening newspaper.
"This is better than we could have hoped for."
"Yes it does appear to be working."
"We can't underestimate him again though, the boy may be an idiot but he is strong."
He's at his university in a bit and classes and faces pass like he's driving by them and they're trees whipping out of his range in a blur. If you asked him to recall something about what he learned or what he said to the blond girl in his biology class about dissecting frogs, he couldn't remember. But it's like that every day and he just wishes it was over, so when his final class is actually over he doesn't think about it too hard.
It's finally stopped raining and the sidewalks are still damp but Harry's just grateful that he can see. So it's a bit of a surprise when he's knocked down by a stranger on the completely uncrowded sidewalk. It seems to be a man and he's tumbling down with him. The stranger stops to gather the folders he was carrying and Harry helps him retrieve the papers that went flying.
"I'm awfully sorry about that." Harry says and offers him a sheepish smile.
The man has cold face and serious features. He has black greasy looking hair and is dressed in black dress pants and a black dress shirt. His nose is knobby and he looks unsure and Harry misses the absent minded thought that he has that this is a man that never looks unsure. Everything about this man is raven black except for his skin, which is pale and almost grey. His grey lips are moving and Harry almost misses his words.
"Wake up."
And then he's gone. Almost like he disappeared. He's just gone and Harry is getting a headache again. His head is pounding and so is his heart and he has no idea why.
There's a man with black hair and black eyes and pale skin and his eyes focus suddenly and his breathing is heavy.
"Severus?"
"It will take time Albus."
"We don't have much to spare."
"This depends on him."