First little ficlet. It popped into my head. However I couldn't continue it beyond this. You can use it, just PM me first. Or review.
Dreams...
"What do you dream of?"
"What do I dream of? I dream of a world where Petunia never got jealous of her sister. I dream of a world where everyone is content. I dream... I have so many dreams. But will they ever come true? No. If I said I dreamed that my parents would come back, would they? No, they wouldn't. Dreams are dreams. Dreams are unrealistic or self-deluding fantasies. They wouldn't come true."
"But if I said they did? If I said that my childhood dream came true?"
"Then I'll say that you are wrong. Am I wrong to say that you dreamt of being a princess when you were younger? Am I wrong? Probably not. Well tell me now, has that dream come true?
No, am I right? Your so-called childhood dream that came true was probably an ambition of yours. Not a dream."
"Why don't you believe in dreams anyway?"
"I don't believe in dreams because they never came true. Sure, my ambitions came true. But not my dreams. Did you know, that when I was younger, I prayed... I wished... and I dreamed that someone would just take me away from my relatives. That I would somehow have some missing relative that would come and save me."
"But didn't that come true?"
"No. Hagrid may have taken me away. But that was only just a brief respite. I still had to go there every summer."
"What about when Sirius escaped from Azkaban?"
"Seriously? You are asking me that? He was on the run. He offered to take me in you know? But of course, he was a fugitive. It wasn't safe. And then 2 years later, he was taken away from me. He died. And with his death, my innocence was lost. I couldn't keep believing in childish dreams that would never come true..."