Hey Whaddup you guys! I have gotten some people, like my sister and reviewers (LOVE YA!) saying I should make more one-shots. Well, that's what I will be doing here. Hope you guys enjoy! I LOVE ALL OF YOU! Now, without further ado, Just a Dream:
Harry watched proudly as the Hogwarts train left, carrying his two children, James and Albus Severus Potter. He held Lilly's delicate hand, and Ginny's hand as the train left out of sight.
Out of pure instinct, he placed his callused hand on a spot that hasn't caused him pain in years, when he was at the ripe age of 17, fighting for his life against a wizard known criminal, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, or Voldemort.
He traced the mark made so many years ago: a lightning bolt shaped scar. A reminder of a tragedy. Harry was relieved Voldemort was gone; his family would not be in any danger anymore and ...
All was well.
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Harry woke up to a pounding on his door. He pulled on a rope, and the lights flickered on. He was back in his cupboard under the stairs. But, wasn't he an adult, and why wasn't he at King's Cross?
"Get up boy, it's Dudly's birthday. You need to make breakfast! NOW!"
Harry quickly found his glasses. Wow, that was some interesting dream.
At breakfast, he asked Aunt Petunia if his mom was a wizard. Aunt Petunia just laughed at him and told him not to make up stories. That was the last time Harry mentioned that ever again to her.
At school, he met a boy named Ron and a smart girl named Hermione. They all agreed it was a weird dream, and when they grew older, Harry ended up writing the dream into a book under the name J.K. Rowling. It became a huge success all over the world and quite a big phenomenon.
His last thought before facing Death was this: I wonder how my life would be if it wasn't just a dream?
So, did you guys like it? I tried to prove a point that it was all just a dream. Sorry it's short.