The Choice Within A Dream (Le Choix Dans Un RĂªve)
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. Oh man, thank you ALL so much for the reviews!!! Keeps me going!!!
This is where the other muggles are introduced. I only know a few of them, so forgive me I forgot to mention some. And anyway, some of these muggles are just half [half-muggle, half-witch] Might get confusing again. Sorry if things just keep on getting confusing, or if it's boring but everything shall be explained soon! I promise! =D
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 10 - The Muggles Come Together (Le Muggles Viennent Ensemble)
Harry Potter stared outside the window. In the distance, he could clearly see the students running around the track and some guys playing soccer on the field. In his mind, he clearly saw a different image. An image of seven players riding brooms.
Harry was getting confused. He wasn't sure if he was living two lives. Was that even possible? He had told himself on his way to school this morning that maybe he had a split personality, and he knew what the other Harry was like. The other Harry that lived in that magical world.
When he remembered the magical world, his heart sank. In the other world, Hermione didn't love him. She was with his best friend, Ronald Weasley. But in his recent dream, the one with the Quidditch, was it his imagination or was Hermione going to kiss him?
Harry shook his head.
It was his imagination, since Hermione had sneezed at him, instead of kiss him. He wondered how she was doing now if she was still sick. He wondered more what his other self was doing. Was it some sort parallel universe that he was also thinking and doing things here just as his other self was also doing things there?
Harry held the cry of frustration that was welling up inside him. He wanted answers to all his questions but whom could he possibly ask? His parents?
His thoughts went back to the dream, and he suddenly found himself obsessing over who could have walked in Hermione's room. The door had opened that exact same moment his mother had walked to wake him for another day of school.
The bell rang, interrupting his thoughts.
"We shall proceed on to Act III," his teacher was saying.
Harry inwardly groaned. He was going to fail this class if he continued on daydreaming about his twisted life. Whenever Mr. McGregor said that they'd be discussing the next act for Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, that usually meant he was going to quiz them on the previous act, which was just discussed.
But since he was busy understanding his magical life, he wasn't paying any attention, so that meant that he was going to fail the quiz.
Harry trudged heavily out the classroom, feeling his spirits sinking. He had lunch period next which was good because he was going to see Hermione. The sight of her would definitely cheer him up.
He went to their usual spot just outside the Quad. Their 'spot' was their usual hangout, composing of benches underneath a tree. He was glad to see that everyone else was there. Mona and Hermione were laughing over something while Dean was looking annoyed.
"What's up?" he said as way of greeting.
"Harry!" Dean exclaimed his face lighting up. "Thank God you're here. I'm just about beaten in this game of battle of the sexes!"
Hermione shook her head. "It's not a game, Dean. Mona and I were simply stating a fact, that is all," she said smiling at her.
Harry smiled back at her, feeling the tension in his body slip away. He didn't mind of he got beaten by Hermione in a game of battle of the sexes. He'd be lost in her, any day. "Hello, my love," he whispered as he sat down beside her.
Hermione giggled, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Well, well," Mona began with a cynical tone. "Look who finally got together?"
"It took the long enough, Mona," Dean told her, chuckling softly.
"We did not!" Hermione said defensively, her fingers locked with Harry's.
Mona rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Hermione. You and Harry have been looking at each other in that way for so long that Dean and I actually contemplated locking you up in some room for days!"
"I actually suggested chaining the two of you together and throwing away the key," Dean insisted with a grin at Hermione and a wink at Harry.
Harry laughed. "That's a little drastic, don't you think?"
"Oh look, there's Justin," Hermione said. She got a notebook out from her bag, and giving quick Harry a peck on the cheek she murmured, "I'll be back, okay? It's for our book club." Then she rushed over towards Justin Finch-Fletchley.
"Can you believe she still goes to that book club thing?" Dean asked, turning around to watch them as they talked. "What do they do during those sessions anyway?" he added, and with this, he gave Harry a meaningful look.
"Oh Dean," Mona scolded, slightly pushing him with her shoulder. "You can't possibly think that Hermione would be cheating on Harry!"
Dean frowned at Mona. "I wasn't thinking that! What I meant was that Harry should go to one of those sessions and help Hermione out!"
"Riiiiiiiight," Mona said sarcastically. "Whatever you say, Deany."
"Deany?" Harry echoed, raising his eyebrows at them.
Mona giggled while Dean blushed. "It's my nickname for him," Mona explained, batting her eyelashes at Dean. "And he has a nickname for me too, Harry. Go on, Dean say it. I want to hear it from you."
"Mona, do I have to say it now?" Dean complained. "In front of Harry?"
"Now, you say it, or I won't do the things you want me to do," Mona warned.
Harry coughed. "Please, don't say that," he told Mona, covering his ears and shaking his head. "I don't think my stomach could handle it."
Mona giggled. Then she turned to Dean, and she scowled. "Say it, or I'll-"
"All right, all right," Dean interrupted before she could finish her sentence. He was blushing now, like he had bad sunburn. He gritted his teeth. "Mona Lisa."
"There that wasn't so hard was it?" Mona murmured soothingly.
Harry resisted the urge to laugh. Mona Lisa wasn't such a bad nickname as Deany was. As Mona and Dean started coddling each other, his gaze wandered over towards Hermione. She wasn't just talking to Justin now; there were also other people.
Probably members of the book club, he thought.
His gaze zeroed in on Justin because he looked familiar. He was trying to place him, where he had seen Justin before. And then it clicked. Justin was from Hufflepuff! There was also a Justin in the magical world just as there was a Dean, and a Hermione. And him.
Harry tried to figure out what the connecting factor was between the four of them when he spotted the Creeveys, both talking excitedly. And as if on cue, Seamus Finnigan also walked in the Quad and he sat down on one of the benches.
And then the answer came to him like he was hit with a bolt of lightning. They were all muggles, either half or whole. While they were here in this muggle world, going to Stonewall High Public School, they was also a 'them' in the magical world, going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
But what did this all mean?
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione was standing before him, gazing at him curiously. She waved her hand in front of his face, and he blinked. "You look like you're trying to figure out a math problem," she kidded.
Harry looked around. Everyone was going back in the building.
"Er, let's get to class, then," Harry said standing up and collecting his things.
"You sure you're alright, Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned for him.
Harry looked at her, and smiled. "You worry so much," he murmured, his face hovering just above hers. He gently brushed his lips over her forehead, and moved lower where he kissed her nose.
She sighed. "I worry about you, Harry," she whispered softly.
"Why?" Harry asked, leaning back. "You don't have to," he assured shaking his head slowly. "I'm fine, Hermione, because I have you with me."
She smiled up at him, and wrapping her hands around his neck, his hands placed on her hips, their lips met in a kiss that promised forever. A love that was eternal.
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. Oh man, thank you ALL so much for the reviews!!! Keeps me going!!!
This is where the other muggles are introduced. I only know a few of them, so forgive me I forgot to mention some. And anyway, some of these muggles are just half [half-muggle, half-witch] Might get confusing again. Sorry if things just keep on getting confusing, or if it's boring but everything shall be explained soon! I promise! =D
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 10 - The Muggles Come Together (Le Muggles Viennent Ensemble)
Harry Potter stared outside the window. In the distance, he could clearly see the students running around the track and some guys playing soccer on the field. In his mind, he clearly saw a different image. An image of seven players riding brooms.
Harry was getting confused. He wasn't sure if he was living two lives. Was that even possible? He had told himself on his way to school this morning that maybe he had a split personality, and he knew what the other Harry was like. The other Harry that lived in that magical world.
When he remembered the magical world, his heart sank. In the other world, Hermione didn't love him. She was with his best friend, Ronald Weasley. But in his recent dream, the one with the Quidditch, was it his imagination or was Hermione going to kiss him?
Harry shook his head.
It was his imagination, since Hermione had sneezed at him, instead of kiss him. He wondered how she was doing now if she was still sick. He wondered more what his other self was doing. Was it some sort parallel universe that he was also thinking and doing things here just as his other self was also doing things there?
Harry held the cry of frustration that was welling up inside him. He wanted answers to all his questions but whom could he possibly ask? His parents?
His thoughts went back to the dream, and he suddenly found himself obsessing over who could have walked in Hermione's room. The door had opened that exact same moment his mother had walked to wake him for another day of school.
The bell rang, interrupting his thoughts.
"We shall proceed on to Act III," his teacher was saying.
Harry inwardly groaned. He was going to fail this class if he continued on daydreaming about his twisted life. Whenever Mr. McGregor said that they'd be discussing the next act for Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, that usually meant he was going to quiz them on the previous act, which was just discussed.
But since he was busy understanding his magical life, he wasn't paying any attention, so that meant that he was going to fail the quiz.
Harry trudged heavily out the classroom, feeling his spirits sinking. He had lunch period next which was good because he was going to see Hermione. The sight of her would definitely cheer him up.
He went to their usual spot just outside the Quad. Their 'spot' was their usual hangout, composing of benches underneath a tree. He was glad to see that everyone else was there. Mona and Hermione were laughing over something while Dean was looking annoyed.
"What's up?" he said as way of greeting.
"Harry!" Dean exclaimed his face lighting up. "Thank God you're here. I'm just about beaten in this game of battle of the sexes!"
Hermione shook her head. "It's not a game, Dean. Mona and I were simply stating a fact, that is all," she said smiling at her.
Harry smiled back at her, feeling the tension in his body slip away. He didn't mind of he got beaten by Hermione in a game of battle of the sexes. He'd be lost in her, any day. "Hello, my love," he whispered as he sat down beside her.
Hermione giggled, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Well, well," Mona began with a cynical tone. "Look who finally got together?"
"It took the long enough, Mona," Dean told her, chuckling softly.
"We did not!" Hermione said defensively, her fingers locked with Harry's.
Mona rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Hermione. You and Harry have been looking at each other in that way for so long that Dean and I actually contemplated locking you up in some room for days!"
"I actually suggested chaining the two of you together and throwing away the key," Dean insisted with a grin at Hermione and a wink at Harry.
Harry laughed. "That's a little drastic, don't you think?"
"Oh look, there's Justin," Hermione said. She got a notebook out from her bag, and giving quick Harry a peck on the cheek she murmured, "I'll be back, okay? It's for our book club." Then she rushed over towards Justin Finch-Fletchley.
"Can you believe she still goes to that book club thing?" Dean asked, turning around to watch them as they talked. "What do they do during those sessions anyway?" he added, and with this, he gave Harry a meaningful look.
"Oh Dean," Mona scolded, slightly pushing him with her shoulder. "You can't possibly think that Hermione would be cheating on Harry!"
Dean frowned at Mona. "I wasn't thinking that! What I meant was that Harry should go to one of those sessions and help Hermione out!"
"Riiiiiiiight," Mona said sarcastically. "Whatever you say, Deany."
"Deany?" Harry echoed, raising his eyebrows at them.
Mona giggled while Dean blushed. "It's my nickname for him," Mona explained, batting her eyelashes at Dean. "And he has a nickname for me too, Harry. Go on, Dean say it. I want to hear it from you."
"Mona, do I have to say it now?" Dean complained. "In front of Harry?"
"Now, you say it, or I won't do the things you want me to do," Mona warned.
Harry coughed. "Please, don't say that," he told Mona, covering his ears and shaking his head. "I don't think my stomach could handle it."
Mona giggled. Then she turned to Dean, and she scowled. "Say it, or I'll-"
"All right, all right," Dean interrupted before she could finish her sentence. He was blushing now, like he had bad sunburn. He gritted his teeth. "Mona Lisa."
"There that wasn't so hard was it?" Mona murmured soothingly.
Harry resisted the urge to laugh. Mona Lisa wasn't such a bad nickname as Deany was. As Mona and Dean started coddling each other, his gaze wandered over towards Hermione. She wasn't just talking to Justin now; there were also other people.
Probably members of the book club, he thought.
His gaze zeroed in on Justin because he looked familiar. He was trying to place him, where he had seen Justin before. And then it clicked. Justin was from Hufflepuff! There was also a Justin in the magical world just as there was a Dean, and a Hermione. And him.
Harry tried to figure out what the connecting factor was between the four of them when he spotted the Creeveys, both talking excitedly. And as if on cue, Seamus Finnigan also walked in the Quad and he sat down on one of the benches.
And then the answer came to him like he was hit with a bolt of lightning. They were all muggles, either half or whole. While they were here in this muggle world, going to Stonewall High Public School, they was also a 'them' in the magical world, going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
But what did this all mean?
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione was standing before him, gazing at him curiously. She waved her hand in front of his face, and he blinked. "You look like you're trying to figure out a math problem," she kidded.
Harry looked around. Everyone was going back in the building.
"Er, let's get to class, then," Harry said standing up and collecting his things.
"You sure you're alright, Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned for him.
Harry looked at her, and smiled. "You worry so much," he murmured, his face hovering just above hers. He gently brushed his lips over her forehead, and moved lower where he kissed her nose.
She sighed. "I worry about you, Harry," she whispered softly.
"Why?" Harry asked, leaning back. "You don't have to," he assured shaking his head slowly. "I'm fine, Hermione, because I have you with me."
She smiled up at him, and wrapping her hands around his neck, his hands placed on her hips, their lips met in a kiss that promised forever. A love that was eternal.
