In the back of his mind, Harry faintly heard someone yelling, "Up! Get up! Now!" in a shrill voice. As he wondered why they were demanding he wake up -or rather, making him rise , he noticed that the voice was familiar. In a flash, Harry realized who it was. Only one person he knew had that shrieking, unpleasant voice, and that person was Aunt Petunia.
Suddenly, Harry found himself awake, the events from his rather lengthy dream still playing vividly through his mind. For once in his miserable 10 years with the Dursleys, he had felt important, appreciated, and content. Sure, there were bad parts in his dreamed life, but everything has bad things at some point. But his bad luck personally made sure that it was all a dream. He sighed, and thought longingly of leaving the Dursleys, fantasising about what he would do.
