Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear -

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

*Line Break*

"Harry," A soft voice asked.

"Uh," He moaned rolling over in bed.

"Harry Sweetie are you okay?"

"No! Voldemort killed me!" He said voice thick with sleep.

"Honey," The voice said again. "Who's Voldemort?"

"Wha?"

"Sweet heart? You just had a bad dream," The women said.

Harry opened his eyes to see a familiar face, that he had seen in photographs and memories but not in person, not since he was one year old. His mother, Lily Evans Potter, was standing over him looking extremely worried.

"Mom?"

"Yes Harry," She said.

"Am I dead?"

"No," She said taken aback, "Why would you think that!"

"Because you're dead! And Voldemort is at Hogwarts, and I was there, and he killed me, because I had to die," Harry noticed his voice sounded higher, Maybe he was in hysterics. "And Severus Snape was there too! He died because of the snake and Remus Lupin, he was killed along with his wife, and Teddy was at his grandmother's house, and I told Neville to kill the snake, it was the last Horcrux, and Ron and Hermione… Oh Gosh! Are they okay? What about Ginny?"

"Honey," His mother said softly. "You're a ten year old boy! You can't have gone through all that. It was a dream honey! What's Hogwarts? Who is Voldemort?"

"But he's a dark wizard! And he killed you! And so many other people! You're a witch and dads a wizard, but your both dead! And I'm seventeen! Not ten!"

"JAMES!" She called. James Potter walked in. "Convince your son he had a crazy dream."

"What do you mean?"

"He's on about how we are dead, and he just got killed, and oh he isn't making any sense!"

"Dead?" James asked bemused.

"Yes! You died when I was a baby! Well, you were murdered! Don't you know?"

"Honey I don't know what you're on about, but we need to get you ready for school!"

"I dropped out of Hogwarts, Does Heaven have school?"

"You aren't dead!"

"Yes I am!"

"James, We need to take him to a hospital!"

"St. Mungo's right?"Harry asked hopefully.

"Saint- what's it?"

"OH MY GOD! YOU AREN'T MUGGLES! YOU CAN'T BE! THIS CAN'T BE FAKE!"

He got up and found the nearest mirror, he was indeed ten years old! What had happened, he'd never be sure, but Voldemort had killed him, and he somehow ended up in some weird universe where his parents were muggles! That's what he was telling himself anyway!

A/N : Just a one shot I wrote when I was bored.