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. This part might get confusing.Sorry if this looks rushed. I just did this in less than an hour [the two chapters actually] and I'm a bit lazy to edit it, so forgive the mistakes! =) Thanks y'all.

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Chapter 7 - When the Dreams Begin (Quand les rêves commencent)

"Oy, Harry! Wake up!"

Harry's eyes flew open, and his eyes adjusted to the dim light flooding the room. He bolted upright when he saw that he was sleeping in a canopy bed with scarlet hangings. He was in a circular room, with four other beds.

The red-haired boy from the station was putting something on.

"Is that a robe?" Harry asked, incredulous. "Is that a wand?!"

The red-haired boy frowned at him. "Now's not the time to be acting stupid, Harry," he said his tone scolding. "We have to get to class, remember?"

And just as Harry wondered who the red-haired boy was, he remembered he was Ron. Ronald Weasley. And that they had to go to their class, Transfiguration, where they would be learning more about apparating.

Harry shook his head, and he remembered exactly where he was. Hogwarts. He quickly changed into his school uniform and followed the others outside the dorm. As he was descending the stairs to the common room, he fell in step with Dean.

"Dean, do you know a girl named Mona?" he asked.

Dean looked at Harry questioningly. "Mona Lisa?"

Harry shook his head. "Mona Ehrlich." When Dean shook his head, Harry wondered if he was bluffing or telling the truth. What was going on? It was confusing to Harry. He remembered living the life of a muggle (the word just popped in his head) and yet here he was living the life of a wizard.

When he spotted Hermione sitting on a chair by the fire, his face lit up. He called to her, and she looked up, smiling at him too.

Finally, he thought to himself, someone who could explain what was going on.

But the smile on his face vanished when he saw Hermione stand up, and walked over to Ron, giving a quick kiss. The others made gagging sounds, and Harry's heart plummeted to the floor. This had to be a bad dream! A red- haired boy was stealing away the love of his life!

Then just as the realization hit him that he and Hermione never got together in this life, another realization hit him. His parents were dead, and he was famous for a scar. Harry's hand flew to his forehead feeling the scar. But he couldn't see it.

Harry was getting more confused by the second. This all seemed real, but the other life was real too. And his parents were alive there, and Hermione loved him.

"Harry, are you alright?" It was Hermione who asked the question, worry etched all over her face. She walked towards him and placed a hand on his forehead. "You look pale. I hope it's not him."

"Him," Harry echoed. Voldemort.

"Harry," Ron began frowning at Harry. "You do look like you're sick. And what did you mean this morning by asking me if I was putting on a robe, and about my wand. You've known about that for years now."

"And he asked me if I knew someone named Mona," Dean added.

Harry blinked. Seamus and Neville (their names came to him all of a sudden) were both looking at him, just like the others. "I'm okay," he mumbled. "Just a little tired, I guess."

"And no wonder!" Hermione exclaimed. "What with Quidditch and studying, and doing all those sorts of things for the Ministry, and Dumbledore talking to you all the time! And those Occlumency lessons with Snape!"

Harry stared at her, confused. He didn't understand what she had just said, but then in a second, he understood. Harry was feeling like a rope being tugged on opposite directions. He was seriously getting the more confused. What were these two worlds he was living in?

"Why don't you go visit Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione suggested, taking his by the arm.

Harry didn't want to ask who Madame Pomfray was, because the answer almost came to him seconds later. Then slowly, he remembered the events that had happened in the past. In the past of this world.

He shook his head, and stared at Hermione, who was still holding him by his arm. Ron followed behind while the others went on ahead. Harry saw the portrait swing on its hinges and they walked through. The others went down to eat breakfast, and Harry insisted that Hermione and Ron head down to eat breakfast too.

"Nonsense," Hermione said. "I'm worried about you, and I'm taking you to the hospital wing. That's that," she argued firmly.

"Do you think you have short-term memory loss, Harry? Because of the fall yesterday?" Ron asked squinting at Harry. "That was pretty bad fall."

"I fell?" Harry asked back, raising his eyebrows. Then he remembered. They were practicing Quidditch against Slytherin when two bludgers hit him from both sides. "Oh right," he mumbled quietly, as if to himself.

"Ron, why don't you go down to breakfast," Hermione insisted. "I know you're hungry."

"And Harry isn't?" Ron countered.

"Not really," Harry answered truthfully. He was far from hungry. In fact, he felt sick to his stomach. This was a weird twisted dream, but the longer he stayed here, the more the other life seemed to be a dream. Did that just make sense?

He had no idea if his parents were really alive or dead. But, he told himself, they are alive. They were just teasing about getting together with.he paused. He glanced sideways at Hermione, and saw that she was looking curiously at him. Ron was long gone.

"Harry, you look so troubled," she observed.

No kidding, Harry thought.

"Confused too," she added. "What's wrong?"

Harry gulped hard. He remembered now that in the other life, Hermione liked the way he looked when he was confused. Did she like it now?

"Harry?" Hermione prodded, gazing up at him. "Are you all right?"

Harry looked down at her. He was drowning again in those eyes of hers. He blinked and mumbled, "I'm not sure."

And the world around him dissolved. And then-

"Harry, darling, you'll be late for school!"

That was his mother calling. Harry glanced around his room. Not circular, no other bed, definitely no canopies or purple hangings. What did that mean?

It was all a dream.