Harry Potter
We won the war, Harry thought to himself. He could hear the blood pumping through his ears, he could feel it coursing through his veins. Harry looked around the Great Hall, which was being used as a hospital wing for now. He looked into everyone's faces, he saw relief, happiness, pain, exhaustion, bruises, cuts, and scars. How could he put everybody through this miserable time. He remembers seeing his mum and dad, and sirius, and lupin as ghosts in the woods, offering him support and trust in his time of need.
Ron and Hermione ran up to him, and enclosed him in a hug. No words were spoken, but the silence said enough. Harry thought of how many people died, just to save him. Fred, Sirius, his parents, Snape, Dumbledore, Madeye, Dobby, Lupin, Tonks. Poor Teddy Lupin, forced to grow up without parents, just like Harry did. Harry couldn't think like that, it wasn't his fault, it was Voldemorts fault. He looked Ron and Hermione in the face, Ron was about to say something when their faces went all blurry, they almost looked transparent. Harry couldn't hold himself up, he fell to the ground, the Great Hall began to spin, and it looked blurry, just before it all faded into complete darkness.
When Harry awoke, the Great Hall was gone, Ron and Hermione were gone, everyone was gone. Harry was in a room, it was blue and white all over, and cold. In front of him, there were blurry figures, about four of them, saying his name. Harry, Harry, wake up, wake up! The figures were beginning to clear up, when the room went black.
"Harry! Are you ok?"
Harry opened his eyes, and saw Ron and Hermione shaking him gently.
"You passed out, mate. I think the heat is getting to you. You could really use some rest." Ron said.
"I think we all could use some." Said Hermione.
Harry touched his scar, it wasn't hurting him. Voldemort was dead. Voldemort wasn't taking over his mind, thought Harry. Its impossible. He decided to get some rest. He walked up the stairs, into his dormitory. He got into his bed and instantly felt himself fall into a deep sleep.
Harry was back in that cold, blue and white room, with the four figures looking down at him. This time the figures were clear enough so that he could make them out. Two of them were his parents! He must be dreaming, or dead. The other two were muggle doctors, with white masks tied over their mouths.
"I think the treatment has finally worked."One of the doctors said.
"After seven years..."The other doctor added.
What was Harry doing here? His parents were supposed to be dead, not here with these doctors. Who were they anyway? Why was Harry so uncomfortable? He was sitting in the corner of the room on the floor. His mum was crying. She bent down so she was inches away from Harry's face. He wanted to hug her, but his limbs weren't working correctly.
"Welcome back Harry."She said. She hugged him, and cried softly.
Harry felt himself drifting off, half of him wanted to stay here with his mum and dad, but half of him wanted to go back to Hogwarts.
"No stay with us Harry,"His father shouted, as he shook him hard by the shoulder."Doctor give him more of that medication, now!"
Harry was back in his bed, where he fell asleep. This was getting confusing. Why was he dreaming about his parents, and muggle doctors. Why couldn't he move his body? Was Voldemort still controlling him? What was going on. Right now Harry was hungry, so he decided to go get some food, if he could find it in what was left of Hogwarts. Harry wouldn't tell Ron or Hermione about this, as it would cause too much worrying, they had enough on their plate already. He would tell them at some point, just not now, not when he didn't know what was going on himself.