This is the very first HP story I started writing on. And the best plot wise I think.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to J K Rowling, though thankfully I do get to play with them. Oh and Maxwell's is real place! I at there once. Good food. Great times.
Post HBP. It started out when we tried to guess the name of the 6th book. One name stuck and this is what emerged. I suck at summaries, but please give it a chance. Always looking for help and betas!
What happens when Harry's dreams become more of a reality than his life at Hogwarts? Which one is real?
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Half Baked Pizza
Ch 1 -
It had been only a few weeks since that eventful night, the one where the hope of the wizarding world had been extinguished. No, Harry Potter was still the Boy-Who-Lived, but the only one that Voldemorte had ever feared, the one who stood like a shinning beacon for those who believed, Albus Dumbledore, had died. Harry Potter trudged the halls in the early morning twilight of the dawn. Instead of going home as most of the population of Hogwarts, Harry had chosen to stay behind, seeking safety and haven within it's walls before he returned for the last time the that hell of his. Without it's students Hogwarts seemed bare and empty, with the feeling of loneliness he knew only at the Durslye's. Starring out of the window watching as the sun fought it's way to break over the horizon, Harry contemplated on the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Clutching at his chest he fought to breathe, the weight of all the lives and the guilt of all the lives lost seemed to overwhelm him. After calming his nerves with the early morning light illuminating his face, Harry turned back and started to make his way towards the Griffindor tower. No more than three steps later, a blunt pain came down on the back of his head and he caught a fleeting image before the world turned black.
"Boy! Get down here! It's past time for breakfast!" The throaty voice of Vernon Dursley made his way into Harry's head as he struggled to get out of the realm of dreams he had momentarily occupied. Pulling on the first pieces of clothing he could find, Harry downstairs. The black jersey shirt that he pulled on seem to actually fit him more than the usual ragged bags he inherited from Dudley. Quickly making his way downstairs Harry ignored the questions the back of his sleep clouded mind presented to him. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he turned towards the kitchen and started moving towards the stove to make breakfast. Harry stopped as he almost ran into the refrigerator, appearing where the stove and the rest of the kitchen used to be.
"Harry?" he turned to see dark shaggy hair and a pair of glasses staring intently back at him. "Harry? Is everything alright son?" Harry rubbed his eyes quickly and realizing that the apparition was not going away his pinched his arm and yelped in pain.
"Ow! What the hell!" The figure of James Potter quickly made his way over to the distressed boy and grabbed his shoulders. "Harry! Harry, are you okay? What on earth are you doing?" Deciding to make the best of it, he quickly hugged his father, committing the feeling of being in the fatherly embrace.
"I'm sorry Dad must have been half asleep still and still remembering a bad dream." James looked down at him worriedly but didn't comment on the statement. "Okay son. I'm sorry I didn't go to wake you up myself but your Uncle Vernon does a better job at getting you up."
Harry's eyes widened at the statement, remembering that it was Vernon's voice that called him down in the first place. Over his father's shoulder he saw the not quite so large figure of Vernon Dursley, drinking coffee and smile at him over the morning paper. Harry suddenly felt dizzy, something was definitely not right. He had never seen Vernon smile like that ever in his entire life. It set Harry's nerves on end. Just as he opened his mouth to make a comment at the fact of Vernon and his father being in the same room, let alone drinking coffee together, he heard women's voices coming in to the room. One was definitely Aunt Petunia's but the other… Harry turned as if in a daze and watched as the red hair slowly appeared through the doorway. Then beautiful green eyes came into focus and Harry stood dumbfounded as the woman moved to embrace him. "Harry, Love? Are you okay sweetheart?" Lily Potter reached up to feel her son's forehead and Harry did the only plausible thing, he fainted. As he dropped off into the darkness, a pair of silver eyes floated in front of his vision until everything was black.
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Drake Evans finished bussing tables outside at Maxwell's Dinner in the heart of Covenent Garden and made his way back to the kitchens. Brushing his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes and stared at his reflection. Silver orbs stared back at him and he turned as he heard someone calling his name.
"Dray, we need you to fill in for a few more hours. Miranda said that she'd be late, something about forces of nature and needing to banish something. You know how she is with her weird hobbies." Dray smiled at thought of their mutual odd friend. In honesty she reminded him of a muggle version of Luna Lovegood. Dray sighed and began washing dishes, glad for the routine tasks that could let his mind stray. It had been only a few weeks, but in those weeks Dray learned more than he ever knew about the real world and the requirements to survive in it. When he had been dropped off by his godfather he left him with a few parting words.
"Soon everything shall be brought to light and you'll be able to return to those who love you, but until then for god's sake don't draw attention to yourself. No magic, no robes, no Malfoy. The last is most important for you to remember. Your family's name holds no power here and any mention of it will bring unwanted company your way. Take a name, any name but your own or one that will draw attention." Thinking for a moment the blonde boy raced through his brain, suddenly a small smile appeared on his face.
"Evans, Drake Evans is who I'll be. For the friend that you and mother both had before sides were drawn." The black haired man dropped to his knees, grabbing the boy by his shoulders.
"Lily, how did you know about Lily? I never told you about her or that we even knew each other. Neither did your mother as far as I knew." Draco smiled up at his godfather and former potions master. Severus Snape looked worse than he actually seemed. For an old man he really had a lot of energy. He still had his trademark greasy hair, but it was caused more by days of running and hiding rather than the collective build-up from the failed attempts at an acceptable potions in his classroom. He had hid his robes, opting for a long sleeved black shirt and slacks. Draco given little choice in the matter was wearing dark jeans and a short sleeved green polo.
He sighed, thinking back to the day Severus got him settled in the flat he was now living in and taught him the basics of surviving in the muggle world before he went into hiding. Draco didn't really hate muggles, in fact he thought that Granger had some of the better ideas for certain problems in transfiguration and in arithmacy that he ever heard. Of course there was also Seamus Finnegean, who was the next in line after the Weasley twins untimely departure in his fifth year. To be honest Draco held a soft spot for muggles and all things related to muggles.
Ever since his father had started training him for service to the Dark Lord he grew suspicious and began watching muggles and learning everything he could to see why He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was so against them. What Draco found was a world full of as much wonder as his world would be to theirs. This invention referred to electricity was astounding, moving pictures much like the portraits at Hogwarts moved through a box and told a story. Music came from small silver discs and could be played as loud as a Sonorus charm. Almost all the comforts of home but somehow it seemed more satisfying the way they were instead of just a flick of the wand.
Draco looked up and realized that his hands had continued the tasks without too much of his attention. Imagine the once might Draco Malfoy would be earning his living washing dishes and cleaning up after muggles. He laughed at the statement and quickly washing up heading to the front. It actually didn't matter, in fact he enjoyed the work. On top of his pay the chefs took pity on him and helped him with his cooking. He also got a meal each day when he went home. Draco liked the company, his new friends and was grateful for their help and support.
Draco sighed and left the dinner, waving to his friends as he left and grabbing his shoulder bag. Though no matter how comforting the flat seemed, he would always miss his dorm and familiarity of the dungeons back at Hogwarts. Stretching, Draco climbed down the stairs to the underground and made his way home for the day. Stepping onto the train, Drake leaned against the side starring out the window as he left the station. Passing through a tunnel, he barely caught a glimpse of a pair of intense green eyes appearing out of the darkness. Green eyes that would forever haunt him.
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