I do not own Harry Potter, otherwise I would not have killed Sirius, Hedwig, Dobby or Fred!
It was all a Dream
The battle was finally over, he'd finally done it. He'd killed Voldemort.
Harry looked around the ruins of the School Bridge and courtyard. He sighed. Many had died so that others could see this day, his mum and dad, Sirius, Hedwig, Madeye, Fred, Tonks, Remus, Colin and so many others. Too many. Harry had been on such a journey but he would never regret entering the wizarding world event with all that he had suffered. He'd been loved, he'd found a family and the love of his life in Ginny. He couldn't and wouldn't regret it.
Harry looked down at the elder wand and ran his thumb over the detailed elderberries. He'd already decided what to do with it once he knew that it was his and the war had ended.
Harry stepped towards the edge of the broken bridge. Just before he broke the wand he heard Ron and Hermione, his best friends, shout out to him. Harry turned around to see them walking towards him.
Harry was about to say something when he realised that he couldn't speak. He placed his hand to his throat and looked towards the ground with wide, panicked eyes.
Once he looked up at his friends again he noticed that they were blurry. He took off his glasses and wiped them before he replaced them on his face but it didn't help. Harry was beginning to really panic now but before long everything went black and he fell unconscious.
When he woke up he was blinded by a bright white light. Harry quickly closed his eyes before blinking rapidly trying to get his eyes to adjust. Once he could see again he looked around, everything was white and his arm was attached to a drip. He was in a hospital.
Harry was so confused, where was he, where was Ron and Hermione? What had happened to him?
As he thought frantically a nurse walked in and up to his bed without him noticing.
She coughed gently which startled Harry enough to bring him out of his thoughts.
"Hello Mr Potter, it's good to see you awake" the nurse said cheerfully.
"Where am I?! Why am I here?! Whats the date?! Where is Ron and Hemione?!" Harry said quickly not taking a breath.
The nurse looked at Harry gently before answering.
"You are in the hospitable Mr Potter, you were severely injured in an altercation with some robbers at your aunt and uncle's house. Also this is the 21st of Novemeber 1991 and I don't know who this Ron and Hermione are, are they your friends?"
'1991, that's impossible" Harry thought.
Harry then looked down at himself then looked at his reflection in the room's window. He was eleven.
The nurse continued to speak, "You've been in a coma for several months now but don't worry you'll get better."
Harry continued to look out of the window, ignoring the nurse.
None of it was real, just a dream he had while he was asleep!
'NOOOOO!'
Tears started to leak from his eyes against his will. Harry curled down into his covers and cried himself to sleep.
He wasn't loved, he didn't have friends. He was Harry the freak, the orphan of two drunk drivers.
I'm so sorry that I wrote this but I had been on my mind for the longest of time and I had to get rid of it so I could concentrate on other stories! SORRY!