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. By the way, some of the translations aren't as.exact as they are when translated. But still, hope you like this story, and if you're confused, or you hate it, or you like it =) .then just review and say so. Haha, okay, so much for updating fast. I got lazy during the week, so here it is. And I just decided now to make Harry a jock. I should've written something about it before, but it's not really all that important for the whole story so I didn't include it. But it will be, for this chapter. So now, Harry's a jock.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 8 - Worries from the Dream (S'inquiète du rêve)
Harry had no idea how he got to school. He refused his mother's car today, because he felt he had too much on his mind to even think about driving. He'd probably end up hitting another car or a telephone booth.
He was walking, with his hands in his pockets, wondering what the dream meant when someone called his name.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry turned and saw the Creevey brothers running towards him. He inwardly sighed as he slowed his walk, and waited for them to catch up. Colin Creevey, the older of the two, was a junior and he was the photojournalist for the school paper. As for Dennis, the younger of the two, who was a sophomore, he was some kind of writer for the school paper.
"Hey," Harry greeted as they approached.
Both brothers grinned. "Aren't you starting with practice yet, Harry?" Colin asked, and Harry saw the camera slung around his neck.
"Not until next week, I think," Harry answered, dreading the next question.
"Are you going to be team captain this year, Harry?" Dennis asked excitedly.
Harry felt like he was having a press conference. He was sure Colin was going to take pictures any second now. But, luckily, he didn't. "Er, yeah," he replied quietly. He was surprised when Coach Peters told him that news.
"Wow!" the brothers chorused. "Cool, Harry," Colin added.
"I'll be covering your games," Dennis cried out earnestly. He nodded to himself. "I'll ask my editor about it, and Mr. Newman if I can. Oh, I'm just so sure he'll agree, Colin. Imagine that, me covering Harry's game. Star-player for so long!"
"Course Mr. Newman will agree, Den," Colin said, his tone sure. Then his face broke out in another toothy grin. "Four years, Harry! I know for certain that you were the only freshman in the varsity team. You were that good!"
Harry grinned, when he recalled how he had tried out for the team. It was there that he met Dean, while trying-out for the team. And as for Hermione, well, they didn't immediately become friends. Harry had classes with her and was annoyed every time she raised her hand to answer a question in the exact same way the teacher expected an answer.
But she did something that changed Harry's mind about her.
"She helped us with the mountain troll," Harry though to himself. And just as Harry thought about it, he blinked in surprise. Where did that come from? A mountain troll?
What Hermione did during the first year was help him with his studies. It was the middle of the year and Harry was failing miserably in Algebra and he had to pull his grades up otherwise he'd get kicked out of the team. His teacher than suggested Hermione tutor him and after Harry refused a million times (in his head) he had Hermione tutoring him three times a week.
That's when they got to know each other better, and as Harry's grades went up, so did their friendship. It got better. And Harry remained on the team, got his grades up and also made a new best friend. It was a wonder. His best friend was now his.girlfriend?
But, what about the troll? Where did that come from?
Just as Harry asked that question in his mind, the answer came to him almost immediately. The mountain troll was from the other world. The world where there was magic in it, the one with the red-haired boy named Ron.
"Harry?" Colin interrupted his thoughts.
Harry blinked. "Er, what?"
"Where you just talking about a troll?" Dennis asked.
"Er," Harry began feeling foolish. "It's for a story for my English lit class," he explained. "I have to write a story, and well, I just thought about this world where there was magic in it, and all that." he let the sentence hang.
"Phoo-ey!" Colin exclaimed, grinning. "That's a nice story, Harry!"
"You could have it printed in the school paper," Dennis suggested.
Harry shook his head, chuckling softly. "No, thanks, Dennis."
They had reached the school, and Harry saw everyone walking inside. He searched the crowd for Dean, or Hermione. And then he saw her.
She waved at him, smiling brightly.
Harry waved back at her, feeling so good now that he saw her. "See you," he mumbled to the Creeveys as he walked towards her. Then he stopped a foot away from her, grinning. "Hey," he murmured, feeling embarrassed.
"Harry," Hermione greeted, consciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Harry was well aware that people were watching them now. He grinned at her, as he bent down and kissed her full on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was still a kiss. And when he leaned back, Hermione looked flushed.
"We're together now," Harry stated.
Hermione nodded, smiling. "So I heard," she commented wryly. "Everyone's been talking about it, and I've felt everyone's stares on me all the time I was standing here alone, waiting for you."
"The Creevey brothers kept me," Harry explained.
Hermione pulled him to her, and she kissed him deeply. When she broke off the kiss, she murmured to him, "Don't leave me alone, Harry."
All the thoughts of his dream almost vanished from his mind. Almost. He couldn't get one image out of his mind. That image where Hermione walked to Ron, instead of to him.
"I'll never leave you, Hermione," Harry promised inhaling her scent. He touched his forehead with hers, staring intently in her eyes. "I love you always."
"Harry, you look.sad. What's wrong?" Hermione looked up at him.
Harry sighed, pulling back. "It's nothing really. Just a dream that's bothering me."
"Is it about me?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Kind of," Harry replied honestly. He couldn't take it anymore, though. He just had to know, and find out. He looked at her in the eyes and asked, "Do you know someone named Ronald Weasley?"
Hermione looked up at him, her eyebrows bunched together. "Are you playing a trick here, Mr. Harry Potter? Because if you are, I don't find it funny, because I don't know any Ronald Weasley."
Harry let out a breath. He grinned. "Well, in that case, my worries are over now."
"What does Ronald Weasley have to do with your worries?" Hermione asked suspiciously. She linked her arm through Harry's and clasped her hands with him. Before, it would have bother Harry having to show so much display of affection. But now, as he saw the looks on other people's faces, he didn't mind.
He looked at Hermione, his eyes serious. He thought of what he would do if he lost Hermione to his best friend, and he knew his heart would break. He loved her so much. Then in a soft whisper, he answered, "He's my only worry. I'm afraid he'll take you away from me."
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. By the way, some of the translations aren't as.exact as they are when translated. But still, hope you like this story, and if you're confused, or you hate it, or you like it =) .then just review and say so. Haha, okay, so much for updating fast. I got lazy during the week, so here it is. And I just decided now to make Harry a jock. I should've written something about it before, but it's not really all that important for the whole story so I didn't include it. But it will be, for this chapter. So now, Harry's a jock.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 8 - Worries from the Dream (S'inquiète du rêve)
Harry had no idea how he got to school. He refused his mother's car today, because he felt he had too much on his mind to even think about driving. He'd probably end up hitting another car or a telephone booth.
He was walking, with his hands in his pockets, wondering what the dream meant when someone called his name.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry turned and saw the Creevey brothers running towards him. He inwardly sighed as he slowed his walk, and waited for them to catch up. Colin Creevey, the older of the two, was a junior and he was the photojournalist for the school paper. As for Dennis, the younger of the two, who was a sophomore, he was some kind of writer for the school paper.
"Hey," Harry greeted as they approached.
Both brothers grinned. "Aren't you starting with practice yet, Harry?" Colin asked, and Harry saw the camera slung around his neck.
"Not until next week, I think," Harry answered, dreading the next question.
"Are you going to be team captain this year, Harry?" Dennis asked excitedly.
Harry felt like he was having a press conference. He was sure Colin was going to take pictures any second now. But, luckily, he didn't. "Er, yeah," he replied quietly. He was surprised when Coach Peters told him that news.
"Wow!" the brothers chorused. "Cool, Harry," Colin added.
"I'll be covering your games," Dennis cried out earnestly. He nodded to himself. "I'll ask my editor about it, and Mr. Newman if I can. Oh, I'm just so sure he'll agree, Colin. Imagine that, me covering Harry's game. Star-player for so long!"
"Course Mr. Newman will agree, Den," Colin said, his tone sure. Then his face broke out in another toothy grin. "Four years, Harry! I know for certain that you were the only freshman in the varsity team. You were that good!"
Harry grinned, when he recalled how he had tried out for the team. It was there that he met Dean, while trying-out for the team. And as for Hermione, well, they didn't immediately become friends. Harry had classes with her and was annoyed every time she raised her hand to answer a question in the exact same way the teacher expected an answer.
But she did something that changed Harry's mind about her.
"She helped us with the mountain troll," Harry though to himself. And just as Harry thought about it, he blinked in surprise. Where did that come from? A mountain troll?
What Hermione did during the first year was help him with his studies. It was the middle of the year and Harry was failing miserably in Algebra and he had to pull his grades up otherwise he'd get kicked out of the team. His teacher than suggested Hermione tutor him and after Harry refused a million times (in his head) he had Hermione tutoring him three times a week.
That's when they got to know each other better, and as Harry's grades went up, so did their friendship. It got better. And Harry remained on the team, got his grades up and also made a new best friend. It was a wonder. His best friend was now his.girlfriend?
But, what about the troll? Where did that come from?
Just as Harry asked that question in his mind, the answer came to him almost immediately. The mountain troll was from the other world. The world where there was magic in it, the one with the red-haired boy named Ron.
"Harry?" Colin interrupted his thoughts.
Harry blinked. "Er, what?"
"Where you just talking about a troll?" Dennis asked.
"Er," Harry began feeling foolish. "It's for a story for my English lit class," he explained. "I have to write a story, and well, I just thought about this world where there was magic in it, and all that." he let the sentence hang.
"Phoo-ey!" Colin exclaimed, grinning. "That's a nice story, Harry!"
"You could have it printed in the school paper," Dennis suggested.
Harry shook his head, chuckling softly. "No, thanks, Dennis."
They had reached the school, and Harry saw everyone walking inside. He searched the crowd for Dean, or Hermione. And then he saw her.
She waved at him, smiling brightly.
Harry waved back at her, feeling so good now that he saw her. "See you," he mumbled to the Creeveys as he walked towards her. Then he stopped a foot away from her, grinning. "Hey," he murmured, feeling embarrassed.
"Harry," Hermione greeted, consciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Harry was well aware that people were watching them now. He grinned at her, as he bent down and kissed her full on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was still a kiss. And when he leaned back, Hermione looked flushed.
"We're together now," Harry stated.
Hermione nodded, smiling. "So I heard," she commented wryly. "Everyone's been talking about it, and I've felt everyone's stares on me all the time I was standing here alone, waiting for you."
"The Creevey brothers kept me," Harry explained.
Hermione pulled him to her, and she kissed him deeply. When she broke off the kiss, she murmured to him, "Don't leave me alone, Harry."
All the thoughts of his dream almost vanished from his mind. Almost. He couldn't get one image out of his mind. That image where Hermione walked to Ron, instead of to him.
"I'll never leave you, Hermione," Harry promised inhaling her scent. He touched his forehead with hers, staring intently in her eyes. "I love you always."
"Harry, you look.sad. What's wrong?" Hermione looked up at him.
Harry sighed, pulling back. "It's nothing really. Just a dream that's bothering me."
"Is it about me?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Kind of," Harry replied honestly. He couldn't take it anymore, though. He just had to know, and find out. He looked at her in the eyes and asked, "Do you know someone named Ronald Weasley?"
Hermione looked up at him, her eyebrows bunched together. "Are you playing a trick here, Mr. Harry Potter? Because if you are, I don't find it funny, because I don't know any Ronald Weasley."
Harry let out a breath. He grinned. "Well, in that case, my worries are over now."
"What does Ronald Weasley have to do with your worries?" Hermione asked suspiciously. She linked her arm through Harry's and clasped her hands with him. Before, it would have bother Harry having to show so much display of affection. But now, as he saw the looks on other people's faces, he didn't mind.
He looked at Hermione, his eyes serious. He thought of what he would do if he lost Hermione to his best friend, and he knew his heart would break. He loved her so much. Then in a soft whisper, he answered, "He's my only worry. I'm afraid he'll take you away from me."
