Chapter 1 – Enjoy The Ride

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.

'He'll be all right, ' murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

'I know he will.'

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

A young man closed the book he had been reading. 'Finally, ' He thought to himself. 'I'm finally done with these awful books. He looked up at his laptop on the other side of his room. 'Might as well tell Jessica.'

Eric says: Jessica? you there?

Jessica says: Eric! Omg, did you finish 'Deathly Hallows?'

Eric says: Yea..

Jessica says: And?=D

Eric says: Well, it sucked just as hard as the rest, lol.

Jessica says: WHAT?

Jessica says: Dude, you're joking, right?

Eric says: No, I'm not. It was boring and stupid. I don't understand why you forced me to read

all that crap.

Jessica says: Ok, srsly. Explain why, because I really don't understand why you hate it so much. =S

Eric says: It's just so unrealistic.

Jessica says: well, duh. It's about wizards.

Eric says: very funny. I'm talking about the characters. Real people aren't like that. Real people don't talk or act like that. I just can't suspend my disbelief.

Jessica says: That's because you took no effort to get into the story, Eric. You never tried to emphasize with Harry or the others, and tried to imagine how you would feel in those situations.

Eric says: Well, that's Rowling's fault, not mine, lol.

Jessica says: lol. It IS your fault, everyone else loves it.

Eric says: Whatever

Jessica says: I wish you could just spend one day in Harry's shoes. Then you'd see how amazing that world really is.

Eric says: Yea, that'd be fun. While we're at it, why not all seven fucking years.

Jessica says: Even better! And spare me your sarcasm. You know I can't stand that.

Eric says: Whatever. I'm off to bed now. Cya tomorrow at school.

Jessica says: oh ok. Hey, maybe you'll dream about Harry Potter xD.

Eric says: Awesome. Bye.

Eric signed off and got himself into bed. He really didn't understand why Harry Potter was as popular as it was. It wasn't anything special. They were children's books, for god's sake! If he hadn't liked Jessica so much, he would never have been persuaded to read them. He never lied about how much he disliked the books, but it had helped him to get to know her better, still.

But it didn't matter. He'd read through them, and now he didn't have to deal with any of that ridiculous stuff anymore. He was tired, and was he felt he was slowly sinking away. Hopefully he'd dream about Jessica again…

He and Jessica where lying in his bed. He couldn't remember how he'd managed to get her into his bed, but damnit, he really didn't care at this point. They were kissing like their lives depended on it, and his hands tried to feel as much of her body as possible. He had just removed her bra when someone burst through the door into his room.

'WHAT THE HELL,' Eric shouted, and in a reflex he turned around to see who had just ruined the best moment of his life. It was Harry Potter.

'Ohhh no no no no,' Eric stammered, while he grabbed his sheets to make sure he and Jessica were properly covered. 'Not you, not now. Get the FUCK out of here!'

'I'm sorry Eric, ' Harry started, 'but I need to talk to you.'

'I don't. CARE.' Eric countered. He was about to move to punch Harry Potter in the face, but it was then that he noticed.

'WHAT THE.. WHERE IS JESSICA?' Enraged, Eric's vision quickly shifted from his bed, to his desk, to his window, and finally to Harry Potter. 'You!', he said.

But before he could do anything, Harry Potter had taken out his wand. Thin strands that looked like molten glass shot from the tip of his wand, quickly grabbing hold of Eric's limbs, who in reaction, screamed in blind rage.

Harry Potter said nothing as Eric continued to rage and fight against the transparent strands. After 5 minutes, Eric was exhausted and fell backwards onto his bed, still held firmly.

'Now tell me, Eric,' Harry Potter began,' why do you hate me so much, apart from the fact that I just walked in on you shagging like there's no tomorrow?'

Eric still had no idea why all of this was happening, but wouldn't let this opportunity to give Harry Potter a piece of his mind slip.

'I hate you lot because you're not realistic,' he ranted. 'You're way too smart and witty for your age, and way too brave and noble. Your actions are just not what a REAL, NORMAL person would do.'

Harry looked at Eric with a certain arrogance, as if he had known what Eric would say beforehand.

'Listen Eric. This is a dream. You should have known that from the moment you found yourself in bed with Jessica, but I guess you were too eager to believe otherwise. And since you find my course of action during those years so unrealistic, I'm offering you the opportunity to do it your way.'

Eric looked stunned. 'A drea.. a dream? What do y'mean, my way?'

'When you wake up from this dream, you will find yourself in my eleven year old body, on the day I got my Hogwarts letter. You will have all my memories, but from that moment on, you will be in charge. You can do whatever you want from that point on. You won't wake up until you die in this dream.'

'Yea right. How is that even possible?', Eric said. The skepticism in his voice was almost touchable.

'I'm a wizard'

'Oh, that's right. My bad.' Eric didn't believe a word of it. Or atleast most of it. Harry Potter was right about one thing. This had to be a dream, because, well, fucking HARRY POTTER was standing in his room, right? So rather than doubting him, Eric did what he does best: just going with it.

'Ok fine,' Eric admitted, 'but as soon as I wake up in that cupboard of yours, I'll just commit suicide and wake up.'

'I don't think you will, actually, ' Harry countered.

'Huh?'

'You won't know it's a dream. It will feel like reality to you, no matter how weird it gets. Wizards, dragons, goblins. Shit, it will all be real to you, no matter how much you'll freak out at first. '

'How could I be so silly, of course I won't know I'm dreaming ,' Eric said, with that same sarcastic voice, obviously trying to piss Harry off. But the grin Harry had had on his face only got wider. 'I hope you enjoy the ride, ' he said. And with a flick of his wand, Eric fell asleep.

Later that morning, Harry Potter woke up in his cupboard as usual.

Well, this is the first chapter, serving mainly as an introduction to the actual story. Also this is not only my first fanfic EVER, but also my first attempt at a real story ever. So feedback is obviously very much appreciated! Thanks.