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Harry was at a playground. It looked very familiar, but it took him a full minute to recognize the playground where Dudley's gang tried to beat him up the summer before his fifth day, the day that the dementors found him.

He hadn't been there is several years, so he was confused as to why he was there. However, up ahead, sitting on the grass and holding hands, he saw two familiar faces.

He smiled to himself and began to walk over to his best friends, Ron and Hermione. When he reached his two friends, they frowned at him as he sat down.

"What are we doing here?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know what you're doing here," said Hermione coldly, "but we're here because we needed to escape."

"Escape?" Harry repeated blankly.

"Listen," Ron spoke up for the first time. "I can't take it anymore, being in your shadow. Yeah, I was okay with it at first, but that was before you because so bloody famous. Everyone thinks that Harry Potter is this great war hero."

"Oh, Ron, not this again!" Harry groaned. "Listen, it's not my fault that I was the one that had to kill Voldemort, and that I'm getting all of this attention. You know that if I had the option of avoiding all of the interviews and pictures, I'd do it."

"It's not just him, you know," Hermione piped up. "Do you know how many sacrifices I've had to make just to keep my friendship with you? In case you didn't notice, I was tortured because of you."

Hermione's last word echoed around them. No, he had to make them understand that if he had a choice, he would have just had a normal childhood with them instead of the dangerous one that he had. Harry started to say this outloud, but fell quiet when Ron and Hermione stood up.

"We just can't take it," Ron told him dully. "Cameras all over the place, constantly being in danger. It just isn't worth it." Then, still clutching Hermione's hand, they walked away.

"But there aren't any cameras or danger right now!" Harry shouted after them, but as soon as the words slipped his mouth, a thousand people with cameras jumped out of bushes, all of them taking pictures and asking questions all at once. Even through all of that noise, you could hear the evil laugh of Voldemort in the distance.

Harry searched with his eyes for his friends, and when he found them, they just looked sadly and walked away.

"No, wait, I didn't want any of this!", he kept shouting, but it was no use. His best friends had just walked out of the part and his life.

When Harry would wake up from this nightmare, the first thing he would do is find his best friends and hug them, then apologize for all the inconveniences he brought to their lives.

I know it's surprising, but it's hard to come up with nightmares for Harry. Yeah, I know.

In other news, if I get a few more visitors for my story The Prophecy, I'll upload the next chapter :)