Authors note: this parody Fic was inspired by MuggleCast Episode 32, when Eric, Ben and Andrew discussed the possiblity that it was all a dream...

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"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a bright flash of green light and Harry woke up.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Harry? Harry?"

Harry opened his eyes and gazed around his bedroom in the west wing of his four-story mansion. His mother, Lily, was leaning over him, a look of relief on her face. His Father, James, was siting beside his best friend Sirius. And at the foot of his bed stood a tall breaded man, his eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles. Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh, Harry we were so worried!" said his mother.

"What happened?" Harry asked. Mrs. Potter threw a dirty look at her husband and Sirius.

"Well, son," said Mr. Potter nervously rubbing his neck. "We were playing Quidditich and..."

"-And you had a little accident…" supplied Sirius.

"LITTLE?" snarled Mrs. Potter, "I don't even want to think of what could of happened if Albus hadn't of been dropping in for tea…"

Harry now remembered playing Quidditich in the backyard with Sirius and his Dad. "I had the weirdest dream." Muttered Harry, "You were there, you were there, you were there and you were there…" he said indicating the people grouped around his bed. "There was this really crazy dark wizard named Voldemort."

"What a weird name…" commented Sirius.

"And he wanted to kill me 'cause of this prophecy."

"Oh, for Merlin's sakes."

"I know, and then he killed you guys," he nodded at his parents.

"That's odd...," said Lily, who didn't think it was healthy for children to have dreams about they're parents being murdered.

"And you," he turned to Sirius, "Everyone thought you betrayed them and they carted you off to Azkaban!"

"Imagine that…." Said Sirius.

"And you, Professor, you were the only one Voldemort was afraid of until Snape blasted you off a tower!"

"Old Snivelly?" chortled Sirius, "Whatever you say, Harry…"

"And it was Voldemort's life's mission to kill me and take over the world!"

Sirius and James snickered.

"But I kept escaping. It was horrible, I was always living so close to danger, fighting giant snakes and trolls and Dementors and even dragons!"

"Goodness!" said Mrs. Potter glad her child led a quiet life, except for Quidditich, of course.

"And I was a orphan and I had to live with your sister, mum, and they made me sleep under the stairs!"

"Well you remember that next time I ask you to tidy up in here!" scolded his mother.

"Intriguing." The laughter was reluctantly broken by Dumbledore, "Well thank you for the tea, Lily, but now that it looks like young Harry is awake and well, I must be off."

"Thanks again Albus," said Mr. Potter shaking Dumbledore's hand. "You're a good man to have in a sticky spot, as always."

Dumbledore laughed, bid them farewell, and with a swish of a cloak, he was gone.

"Quite a man that Dumbledore…" said Sirius

"I can't forget that dream, though, it was so weird…." Said Harry.

"Don't worry about it," said his father, patting him on his shoulder. "It wasn't real, it was all a dream…"