Harry awoke very early one morning feeling very dull and numb. Not really numb, but as though his life wasn't real. Then he remembered why. Today was alumni day at Hogwarts. Every 10 years, Hogwarts hosted a party for all of it's alumni, be them alive or dead. Everyone's parents were coming. Well, everyone's except his. It was true that ghosts came to Hogwarts, but Lily and James had passed on. They had never become ghosts. So Harry was the only person at Hogwarts coming unchaperoned.
He glanced at his watch on the bedside table. It was only 3 in the morning. He turned over onto his side, and let out a small groan. His hip was still sore from the episode he and Ron had conducted yesterday. They had put a flobberworm in Snape's pumpkin juice, and when they were hastily running away, Harry had slipped on the damp floor and landed on his side. But the look on Snape's face had been worth it.
Harry's mind lay back on the day to come. As he didn't want to go back to sleep, he spent a quarter of an hour imagining the things he could do if his parents had still been alive. He felt his eyes droop. And then, he drifted unwillingly back to sleep. If only he knew what was going to happen. Harry awoke, but kept his eyes closed. He felt odd. Something was different. Through his eyelids, he could tell that it was daylight. The sheets beneath him felt soft, and smooth. Silk Harry thought. How'd my bedsheets become silk all of a sudden? Still he didn't open his eyes. He made a movement to swing his legs over the side of his bed, but felt only wall. Hmm thought Harry. Someone's moved my bed around. Still pondering all of these strange occurences, and still not opening his eyes for fear of what he'd see. He moved over to the other side of the bed, but where there should have been floor, there was still bed. As though the idea had just occured to him, he opened his eyes as quick as lightning, spotted the bed-side table, and grabbed his glasses. He forced them onto his face, and looked around him. He was sitting on a king-sized bed, with red silk sheets and many many pillows. The floor was decorated with a thick, soft red carpet that stretched almost to the ends of the very large room. In one corner stood a wardrobe, which was partly open and being filled with robes by a house-elf. In another was a desk and a chair. The desk was littered with parchment and ink bottles. Next to it was a small table with an assortment of potion ingreditnts on in along with a small cauldron. In the middle of the room stood a large table, on which was a clean, green robe, along with a plate of toast. He stood up and put on the robes. The house-elf, having seen he was awake, hurried over to him.
"Evey is going now, sir! Evey was just putting sir's clean clothes back in his wardrobe sir!"
"It's ok," said Harry. "I'm not-er-you know-mador anything..." But all the same, the house-elf quickly scurried out of the room. Harry, still staring at it, jumped slightly as the door opened again. The man that walked through it, was Albus Dumbledore.
"Professer Dumbledore! What am I doing here? This isn't Hogwarts is it?" Harry was bursting at the seams. There were so many questions try to make their way out of his mouth.
Dumbledore smiled. "Calm yourself, Harry. You're going to have a lot more surprises before this day is over."
"What do you mean, Professor? Why am I here, where ever here is?"
"Let's just say, it's a second chance at many things, Harry," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, and may I suggest you go downstairs? You never know what you might fine down there..."
And with that, he disapparated.
A/N So what did you think? I'm going to try and make the next chapter longer. Please review! Please!