The Dreams that Come True
By: MiSt
DISCLAIMER:
There is no aspire for the author to gain position, power, or points, thus the story is extracted not copied for it is in my own words with my own plot and my own characters.
Chapter 7: A Life Never Dreamed Of…
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And the sad song always ended with the word that the world fears the most. But it marks, the beginning, of something, that has never been seen…
Except by one.
Who lived to tell it.
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"Wow…" Harry whispered for the 500th time as they walked to Professor Dumbledore's room. Ghosts. Staircases. Portraits. Everything. Amazing. Astonishing. Astounding.
The place was so magnificent that Harry forgot to breathe.
"Wow…" Harry whispered once more. This was beautiful.
Severus Snape sighed at Harry's astonishment. He felt at a vulnerable moment- it had been years since he had been this nice to anybody. And what was so amazing about it, was that it was Potter he was being nice to. Potter, his enemy, his rival, his dead opposite. And here he was, being nice, to the person, that he had always thought he would hate…
Soon, they came upon a stone gargoyle, which Harry immediately yelped and jumped back away.
"Wut-wut's dat?" He asked, frightened.
Severus smiled. "It's just a statue, Harry. Fizzing Whizbees."
Harry looked bemused. "Huh?"
But the stone Gargoyle moved and thus they walked into Dumbledore's office.
"Hello, Albus, I brought young Harry Potter."
Harry nervously stepped from Severus's side, to Dumbledore.
"Ahh, young Harry, there you are. How are you?" Albus asked.
"Goo'… thank yeh sir." Harry said nervously.
"He's got an accent, don't you agree, Severus?" Dumbledore acknowledged.
"Yea…" Severus grunted.
Dumbledore walked forward and studied Harry closely. "Where'd you find him, Severus?"
Severus gulped. "On… black rags…"
Dumbledore looked puzzled. "Black rags? Huh?"
"Sir, I'm sorry ta cut in… but I still wonda… is magic realie real?" Harry asked tentatively.
Severus grinned. Brandishing his wand, he said, "Orchideous!" And boom! came up a bundle of flowers!
"Woah! Aw'sume! Do dat agan!" Harry said, eyes opened.
"Expecto Patronum!" And from his wand sprang out a silver snake. It immediately hissed at Harry.
And the most extraordinary thing happened.
Harry fainted under the snake's penetrating gaze.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Severus, for the 50th time, was gaping at himself for saying 'Harry' instead of 'Potter.'
Harry groaned, and sat up. He gasped. This was the most comfortable place he had ever slept on! The white sheets… the white pillows… wait…everything's white!
"Wooowww…" Harry said, amazed at the room.
Severus grinned. "If this is 'shock and awe' then you should see the rest of this castle!"
Harry suddenly looked confused. "Sir… wut happen'd?"
"You fainted…"
Harry was astonished.
"How di' I faint?"
"The snake… it must'ave done something to you…" Severus said, shuddering. He did not mean to hurt Harry with the snake. And there he was again, wishing the best for his all out enemy.
Soon, twinkling blue eyes sparkled in the room.
"Ahh… how are you two?" Albus asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"We're just fine… Harry just woke up."
Albus smiled. "I can see that." He walked forth and scrutinized Harry. "Harry, what about that snake made you faint?"
Harry shuddered. "Those emeral' eyes! They made… me… er…"
"Green eyes fainted you?" Severus asked, astounded. If it was James Potter he would have been laughing his head off because green eyes fainted Potter.
"Err…yea…"
"And yet you hold emerald eyes…" Albus said, thinking.
"But what if it wasn't the emerald eyes? What if it was the snake?" Severus asked.
Suddenly, an old woman with an apron appeared and came with a bowl of hot, steaming porridge. She smiled and walked over, placing the bowl on Harry's lap.
"Harry, meet our hospital wing healer, Madame Pomfrey."
Harry didn't answer… he was gaping at his porridge. Steaming, with an aromatic smell… the small bubbles popping… the condiments sizzling around in the boiling water… the wonderful look of it, just made Harry smile.
"Mr. Potter, I daresay you have had enough of the porridge, perhaps you should eat it?" Madame Pomfrey asked after a few minutes.
"Fer meh?" Harry choked. The three nodded. He put his spoon in… dipped… and ate. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. Better than burnt half-eaten chicken wings. Better than moss-covered bread. Better than rotten eggs, or moldy vegetables, or rotted fruits. It was better than anything he had ever tasted.
"Why?" Harry asked, to the surprised adults. "Why ar' yeh doin' thi' ta meh? Why ar' yeh so nice?"
The three were flabbergasted at Harry's comment. "Harry… you're going to attend this school… in a year or so…"
"I am?" Harry's eyes brightened. 'I'm gunna be insi' thi' school?" He was shocked beyond disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He would attend here!
"Yes… though… I've never seen such a more happy child than you." Dumbledore said, smiling.
"Now, tell me…" Dumbledore said, "Severus told me, while you were fainted, that you were found on black rags. Why is this so?"
And thus Harry Potter told them his life's story. His complete life. Everything that ever happened, from his memory. They were good listeners, and did not say one word.
When Harry finished saying, the room was silent. The teachers felt anger, harshness, and bitterness against the Dursley's for kicking Harry Potter out. How could they ever know, that putting Harry Potter into the Dursleys would do that much to him?
There was also one part Harry left out. He figured it was too exaggerated to put in, too absurd, too uncommon. The part where he went to life again. Or had he merely fainted, now that he had come to think about it?
Severus was silent. He could not believe that James Potter's son would be living in a dump. He not only liked Harry now, but wanted more than ever to comfort Harry.
Harry hoped they would believe him. Would they?
Professor Dumbledore spoke first. "Harry Potter… I… am sorry…" He said softly.
"Wha' fer?" Harry asked.
"I… was the one… who caused you to end up in the dump."
It was Harry's turn to be silent. He didn't know what to say. He felt anger at the old man, for giving him so bitter and harsh of a life. But what was he to do? Yell and scream like a baby? Attack the man?
"It's ok… Professo… I… dun care anymo…" Harry said.
Silence rang through the room once more.
"I just hope I can live here."
"Of course." The teachers said softly.
And Harry Potter smiled, a huge smile, and laid back onto the bed. He soon passed into the land of dreams, the last sight he saw was of Professor Snape peering down at him, smiling a fatherly smile.
The next day, Harry woke up at the chime of 7, in the morning. And, not really expecting anything… he didn't know- that he would go through, a very, very special day.
"Come on, Harry, it's a wonderful day ahead of us…" Dumbledore said, smiling, eyes twinkling, as he walked into the hospital room.
They walked out of the room, and went into a huge room. A sign read: the Great Hall.
And as Harry's eyes fell on the tables, he was shocked. So much food! So much food… for… them…
"Wow…" Harry whispered, smiling. Dumbledore smiled knowingly, walking up to a large table at the front, and then taking his seat at the grand chair. He patted the chair next to him, and told Harry to sit down.
"Do you want to know about this school?" Dumbledore asked, taking a sausage.
Harry nodded vigorously, eager to learn about it. He had never experienced anything… so wonderful… as this…
Dumbledore gave the whole history of the school, the houses, what happens each year, and so on. Harry was disappointed that there would be another year ahead of him. But this school sounded wonderful enough.
"But… sir…"
"Professor, if you don't mind…"
"Yes… Professor… where wou' I live… I dun go te thi' school… until…"
"Yes, Harry, but I will allow you stay here." Dumbledore said, smiling.
Harry's mouth turned into a big 'O'. "Really?" He whispered. He couldn't believe it. He would live here. Live in this… heaven… paradise.
"Wow!" He cried, taking in what he learned. He felt… like the most wonderful being on earth. The most happiest, the cheerful, the best…
"Fank' 'Oo!" He spluttered out of his mouth full of eggs.
And thus, after they finished, the day began. First, they met up with the Professors, and introduced themselves to Harry. Harry found them all very nice…
Harry particularly liked Flitwick, he was cheerful, animated, and talkative. Sprout was nice; so was Hooch, who deeply admired him for some reason… and he also liked the teacher Sinistra. McGonnagall, however, was particularly stern, though eyed him with a look of amusement, probably thinking of something…
Then, Harry spent the rest of the day in awe at different charms and spells that the teachers cast as he visited them.
Then, the most wonderful thing happened. Flying. With Madame Hooch. As Harry picked up the broom… it was…
So…
Blissful…
Beatific…
Great…
Fantastic… wonderful! He soared through the air, the most… fascinating feeling he had ever, ever, ever, ever, felt…
"WOOOOOWWWWW!" Harry said, with alacrity, as he streaked through the Quidditch field, to the awe of Madame Hooch. He found flying to be… an instinct… something he did so easily…
Unbelievable.
"UNBELIEVABLE!" Madame Hooch shouted, as Harry did a double loop and streaked onto the field. "You're a natural, Potter! You would be even better than your father!"
Harry smiled widely, but then the mention of his father, made him… sort of… confused, again, and he couldn't help but think about what happened…
He decided to ask Dumbledore.
About his history.
And life.
But… Dumbledore had left on a mission… and Harry was unable to speak to him… but the rest of the day was really good.
With the teachers they laughed and talked, and played, Harry even got to borrow Sprout's wand and did some novice spells…
And as Harry touched his covers, inside the Hospital Wing… he didn't know where the others slept… but he decided to ask the next day…
"Today… wus… a life… tha' I have neva experienced… wow… this life… is somethin'… that I have neva… neva… dreamed of…" And so Harry fell into sleep, smiling, knowing the factor…
This was one life, that he had never dreamed of…
"The act, of letting memories pass, and starting anew… afresh… with an opponent, is the most beautiful act on earth…"
-By MiSt
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Thanking you for taking time to read this story, and hoping that no mistakes are made,MiSt ~
