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. Sorry if I made a mistake about the train trip to Paris, if it only takes minutes[because I've written here that it takes hours, does it?].because I've never been to Europe so I don't know what to write, but I'm still writing anyway. Hehe. =) Hope it's okay.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 3 - The Mysteries of Love (Les mystères de l'amour)
Harry watched the houses go by in a blur. The train was picking up speed, and he knew they'd be in Paris in a few hours. Once, during the trip, he thought he saw a scarlet-steamed engine somewhere moving along the mountains, but it was gone in an instant. And he realized he must've been tired that he was seeing things, and in a matter of seconds, he fell asleep.
When Harry woke up, he felt someone's head on his shoulder. He didn't have to take a look that it was, as he could recognize that smell anywhere. Like roses in full bloom. He sat there, staring out the window. He wondered if he had a chance with her.
"What are you thinking?"
Harry turned his head around that he came face-to-face with Hermione. And their faces were so close together that Harry's heart began to beat faster. He smiled weakly at her, and replied, "Just about things."
Hermione straightened, and Harry felt as though something was missing. Having her near him made his heart beat faster but having her far from him made his heart.feel sad. She smiled at Harry in a way he thought seductive, "What kind of things, Harry? You were never secretive to me."
"I'm not," Harry argued, running a hand through his hair to at least show that he wasn't getting nervous. He was calm, he told himself. But when he saw the way she looked at him, all thoughts of being calm fled from his mind. "Uh, er, that is, well-uh, what I mean is-er,"
Hermione giggled. "I've never heard you stammer like that before."
Harry fought the urge to blush. He shrugged lightly, and mumbled, as though to himself, "Well, the sight of you is enough to make me stammer like that."
"The sight of who?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, just mumbling," Harry replied hastily, shaking his head. He didn't want to look her in the eyes because he knew that Hermione would read right through him. It was true what they say that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
Hermione sighed, conceding. "You're becoming very secretive, Mr. Harry Potter. All that about thinking about things and just mumbling," she said playing with her hair. "I wonder what's on your mind these days," she added quietly.
Harry laughed, maybe too loudly. "I don't think that would be a good thing, Hermione. Otherwise you'd find out something about me and I'd have to kill you," he said in a joking tone. He sure didn't want Hermione to know what was on his mind!
"I wonder if there's a sort of truth spell out there," Hermione began, with a faraway look, but then she looked intently at Harry, "You know, I could say the spell and have you reveal most of your deepest darkest secrets."
Harry swallowed, hard.
Just then, the compartment door slid open and Dean and Mona walked in. They were both grinning and Harry didn't have to fathom why they were both grinning and that Dean's clothes were slightly rumpled.
Slightly.
And Harry noticed there was a lipstick mark on his neck, and he had to resist the urge to point it out to Dean, and tease him to death about. Mona must have noticed the lipstick mark because she nonchalantly reached out to Dean and rubbed it off.
"We'll be there soon," Dean announced.
"That's nice," Hermione said, nodding her head absent-mindedly.
Harry wondered if she was thinking about what she had said before, about wanting to know his deepest darkest secrets. Did he have any? Besides having this crush on Hermione, did he have any other deep dark secrets? He didn't think so.
The rest of the way, they were talking about their plans for when they get to Paris, and also their plans for their senior year.
"What about you, Hermione? Aren't you planning on dating someone this year?" Mona asked, casually. She was sitting beside Dean holding and playing with his hand.
Harry looked expectantly at Hermione who blushed, and stammered a "No."
"And why not?" Mona asked, indignantly. "A girl like you should be going out, and especially on our last year of high school," she added, and she looked at Harry pointedly.
Harry decided to ignore them.
"Well I don't know," Hermione murmured quietly. She sighed deeply and said, "I guess I'll just see what happens next."
The train pulled up at the station and the passengers disembarked from the train. The four of them retrieved their luggage and headed to the hotel to rest some, and then go out later on. Harry tried not to think what the sleeping arrangements would be, since they had only booked two rooms. And had a nasty suspicion Dean and Mona would want to be in the same room.
"And on the same bed," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry strangely.
Harry didn't even have time to control his blush. His face just turned red, and he felt so stupid that Hermione heard what he had said. "Er," he began thinking of what to say. Hermione was probably wondering what he meant about 'on the same bed'.
He bent down closer to her and whispered, "I was thinking about Dean and Mona."
Hermione looked up at him, and wrinkled her nose. "That they'd want to be on the same bed?" she guessed, her voice low.
Harry nodded, and Hermione rolled her eyes. "So what else is new?"
Sure enough, when they reached the hotel, Dean and Mona headed to one room, leaving Harry and Hermione snickering. They both headed to their room. Harry expected it but he didn't think it would actually happen. That it would be real.
"I'll sleep on the floor, or on the couch," Harry insisted.
"But, Harry," Hermione argued looking at the bed then back at Harry. "It's a king-sized bed, I'm sure we'll fit," she explained earnestly.
It must've been the way she was looking at him, or it could've been her voice because Harry forgot what he was thinking. He stared blankly at her, and opening his mouth, was able to say, "Huh?"
Hermione giggled, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "Oh Harry, you're so cute when you look confused," she said smiling at him. "And when you're so mysterious."
Harry recovered. He looked down at her, his eyes staring down at her intently that Hermione's smile wavered. And he replied, seriously, "Then maybe I should look confused and mysterious more often than not."
It was Hermione's turn to blush.
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. Sorry if I made a mistake about the train trip to Paris, if it only takes minutes[because I've written here that it takes hours, does it?].because I've never been to Europe so I don't know what to write, but I'm still writing anyway. Hehe. =) Hope it's okay.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 3 - The Mysteries of Love (Les mystères de l'amour)
Harry watched the houses go by in a blur. The train was picking up speed, and he knew they'd be in Paris in a few hours. Once, during the trip, he thought he saw a scarlet-steamed engine somewhere moving along the mountains, but it was gone in an instant. And he realized he must've been tired that he was seeing things, and in a matter of seconds, he fell asleep.
When Harry woke up, he felt someone's head on his shoulder. He didn't have to take a look that it was, as he could recognize that smell anywhere. Like roses in full bloom. He sat there, staring out the window. He wondered if he had a chance with her.
"What are you thinking?"
Harry turned his head around that he came face-to-face with Hermione. And their faces were so close together that Harry's heart began to beat faster. He smiled weakly at her, and replied, "Just about things."
Hermione straightened, and Harry felt as though something was missing. Having her near him made his heart beat faster but having her far from him made his heart.feel sad. She smiled at Harry in a way he thought seductive, "What kind of things, Harry? You were never secretive to me."
"I'm not," Harry argued, running a hand through his hair to at least show that he wasn't getting nervous. He was calm, he told himself. But when he saw the way she looked at him, all thoughts of being calm fled from his mind. "Uh, er, that is, well-uh, what I mean is-er,"
Hermione giggled. "I've never heard you stammer like that before."
Harry fought the urge to blush. He shrugged lightly, and mumbled, as though to himself, "Well, the sight of you is enough to make me stammer like that."
"The sight of who?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, just mumbling," Harry replied hastily, shaking his head. He didn't want to look her in the eyes because he knew that Hermione would read right through him. It was true what they say that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
Hermione sighed, conceding. "You're becoming very secretive, Mr. Harry Potter. All that about thinking about things and just mumbling," she said playing with her hair. "I wonder what's on your mind these days," she added quietly.
Harry laughed, maybe too loudly. "I don't think that would be a good thing, Hermione. Otherwise you'd find out something about me and I'd have to kill you," he said in a joking tone. He sure didn't want Hermione to know what was on his mind!
"I wonder if there's a sort of truth spell out there," Hermione began, with a faraway look, but then she looked intently at Harry, "You know, I could say the spell and have you reveal most of your deepest darkest secrets."
Harry swallowed, hard.
Just then, the compartment door slid open and Dean and Mona walked in. They were both grinning and Harry didn't have to fathom why they were both grinning and that Dean's clothes were slightly rumpled.
Slightly.
And Harry noticed there was a lipstick mark on his neck, and he had to resist the urge to point it out to Dean, and tease him to death about. Mona must have noticed the lipstick mark because she nonchalantly reached out to Dean and rubbed it off.
"We'll be there soon," Dean announced.
"That's nice," Hermione said, nodding her head absent-mindedly.
Harry wondered if she was thinking about what she had said before, about wanting to know his deepest darkest secrets. Did he have any? Besides having this crush on Hermione, did he have any other deep dark secrets? He didn't think so.
The rest of the way, they were talking about their plans for when they get to Paris, and also their plans for their senior year.
"What about you, Hermione? Aren't you planning on dating someone this year?" Mona asked, casually. She was sitting beside Dean holding and playing with his hand.
Harry looked expectantly at Hermione who blushed, and stammered a "No."
"And why not?" Mona asked, indignantly. "A girl like you should be going out, and especially on our last year of high school," she added, and she looked at Harry pointedly.
Harry decided to ignore them.
"Well I don't know," Hermione murmured quietly. She sighed deeply and said, "I guess I'll just see what happens next."
The train pulled up at the station and the passengers disembarked from the train. The four of them retrieved their luggage and headed to the hotel to rest some, and then go out later on. Harry tried not to think what the sleeping arrangements would be, since they had only booked two rooms. And had a nasty suspicion Dean and Mona would want to be in the same room.
"And on the same bed," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry strangely.
Harry didn't even have time to control his blush. His face just turned red, and he felt so stupid that Hermione heard what he had said. "Er," he began thinking of what to say. Hermione was probably wondering what he meant about 'on the same bed'.
He bent down closer to her and whispered, "I was thinking about Dean and Mona."
Hermione looked up at him, and wrinkled her nose. "That they'd want to be on the same bed?" she guessed, her voice low.
Harry nodded, and Hermione rolled her eyes. "So what else is new?"
Sure enough, when they reached the hotel, Dean and Mona headed to one room, leaving Harry and Hermione snickering. They both headed to their room. Harry expected it but he didn't think it would actually happen. That it would be real.
"I'll sleep on the floor, or on the couch," Harry insisted.
"But, Harry," Hermione argued looking at the bed then back at Harry. "It's a king-sized bed, I'm sure we'll fit," she explained earnestly.
It must've been the way she was looking at him, or it could've been her voice because Harry forgot what he was thinking. He stared blankly at her, and opening his mouth, was able to say, "Huh?"
Hermione giggled, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "Oh Harry, you're so cute when you look confused," she said smiling at him. "And when you're so mysterious."
Harry recovered. He looked down at her, his eyes staring down at her intently that Hermione's smile wavered. And he replied, seriously, "Then maybe I should look confused and mysterious more often than not."
It was Hermione's turn to blush.
