The Choice Within A Dream (Le Choix Dans Un Rêve)

Complete Summary: The muggles in the Harry Potter series did not receive their letters from Hogwarts because a very strict Headmaster, who does not accept muggles, runs the school. So Harry, Hermione and Dean Thomas don't know anything about magic or anything that is associated with it (including Ron). It's like Hogwarts never happened.
Harry lives a normal life, with both his parents and his two best friends, Hermione and Dean. But in a dream, Harry finds himself in a magical world where there is a boy named Ron, where he is famous for a lightning bolt scar but, a world wherein his parents are dead.
In the end, Harry Potter has to choose between living the life of a muggle, or living in the world of magic.

*Note* I'm putting French translations, because I want to. Hehehe. Hope you like this story, and if you're confused, or you hate it, or you like it =) .then just review and say so. Enjoy!

Chapter 2 - At Kings Cross Station (Aux Rois Cross Station)

"Oh hurry up, will you," Hermione hissed. "We'll miss the train."

"That's easy for her to say, she's not carrying all these things," Dean wheezed and he dropped the luggage he was carrying. "What does Hermione got in these things? Bricks?" he asked annoyed as he rubbed his sore muscles.

Harry followed suit. "I don't know," he mumbled. It wasn't really heavy considering he'd been lifting weights all summer.

"Harry, Dean," Hermione's voice wafted towards them. "Where are you?"

Dean grunted and he carried the bags again and started towards Platform Ten. Hermione had their trip to Paris all planned out, including which places to see first. She had a complete itinerary, which she gave a copy to the parents of each of them.

They reached Hermione and she started rummaging through her bag for their tickets. "I swear it's here somewhere," she mumbled.

Harry looked around at the station. He saw a family of flaming red hair, and he was intensely interested. "Dean, look, it's the red hair family," he pointed out.

Dean turned to look. "I say, look at that!"

The family consisted of what looked like a worried mother ("You can't miss the train!" she had said.), a rushed father ("All right, all right, calm down Molly," he soothed.), an annoyed son who was taller than both his parents ("Mum, really!") and a daughter who looked calm and collected.

"All right, Ginny," the woman said.

The boy shook his head furiously. "I'll go first," he said frowning. He shook his head and pushed his trolley towards the wall between platform nine and ten. Harry was surprised to see there was an owl.

"Why do they have an owl?" Hermione asked suddenly. She had stopped looking for their tickets and was watching the red-haired family, curious.

"I'll go first!" Ginny said shrilly. Harry noticed she didn't look as calm and collected as she did seconds before. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed her trolley and running, she disappeared through the wall.

Dean, Harry and Hermione all gasped.

"What was that?" Dean exclaimed clearly surprised. "How did she do that?"

"A magic trick?" Hermione queried, her brown eyebrows raised.

Harry shook his head. He couldn't believe it for the girl had simply vanished. He narrowed his eyes at the brick wall. "I think that brick's wall completely solid."

And then-

"Mum, those muggles saw us!" the red-haired boy cried out.

"Muggles?" Harry and Hermione echoed.

"Oh, Arthur, what are we to do?" the woman asked, worried.

The man said something to both his wife and his son ("You go on, I'll take care of it" "But dad, what're you gonna do?" "Just go!"). The next minute, they too had gone through the barrier. Hermione had nearly let out a scream. "But that's impossible!"

The man now walked towards. He smiled and said, "I'm terribly sorry for this but well, I have to," he paused and brought out a stick. He gripped it tightly and said in a commanding voice, "Obliviate!"

And then he was gone.

Harry, Hermione and Dean blinked. Hermione frowned slightly, and continued rummaging through her things for their ticket.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked gazing at the bags his was carrying.

"Uh, I think," Harry began pausing.

Hermione pulled out a ticket. "Here it is," she mumbled triumphantly. "Paris. We're going to Paris."

"Right," Dean nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Weird," Harry mumbled.

"What is?" Dean asked massaging his muscles.

Harry looked at both of them, his brow furrowed. "I can't remember what happened just now. I mean, I remember being dropped off by our parents right here at the station but I can't remember what," he paused. "It's like there this big gap between."

Hermione nodded. "I know what you mean."

"Well," Dean began. "I know what you mean too, Harry but well," he glanced behind him, "There's really isn't much to remember. I think we just walked from the time our parents dropped us off to where we are now. Right?"

"I guess," Hermione said nodding.

Harry looked unconvinced. He knew something was wrong. In the back of his head, he knew something had happened. But what was it?

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