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!!!
Thanks to Ryuokami for the reference of that particle. I've seen the pic though. And anyway, I know you're probably waiting to be 'enlightened on whatever it is that is confusing you now' but sorry, it's not on this chapter yet. It's the next chapter, I promise you!!! So for now, Harry is battling inner conflicts with himself, of course. Cheerio, everyone!
Less than a year to go before the 3rd Harry movie, the Prisoner of Azkaban, comes out. And it'll be great! [too bad there's not much Harry/Hermione going on in the movie] Awwwwwww!!! =( Oh well. I'll just keep on writing Harry/Hermione stuff!
Hi, to my dear friend, Bea! Keep on smiling, bud! =)
Okay, I'll shut up now so you can read! =)
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 11 - The Troubles of Mr. Harry Potter (Les ennuis de M. Harry Potter)
When Harry got home, his parents were still out. And he decided he'd cook for them, for a change. It felt odd and daunting that in his other life, both his parents were dead. He loved his parents so much and he couldn't imagine life without them.
Yet, while he couldn't imagine life without them, in the back of his head, he already knew how it was like without knowing his parents. In the other world, where he was a wizard, he had lived eleven years with his Aunt and Uncle, and their abominable son, Dudley. It wasn't until Hogwarts, and his fate as the boy who lived, was introduced to him that he discovered his best friends. And his true home.
Harry decided to cook pasta since it was the easiest. While he was boiling the noodles, and preparing the ingredients for the sauce, he thought about his life as Harry Potter, the Boy who lived.
He recalled his classes - Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and yes, even Potions. He remembered his teachers, and especially, the gentle giant Hagrid. Hagrid who lived in that wooden hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, living with his boarhound, Fang.
It was hard not to remember the times he had spent with Hagrid, especially since it was he who had saved him from his Uncle and Aunt's house, and told him he was a wizard. And in his years at Hogwarts, spending time with Hagrid, Harry also found out that it was Hagrid who had taken him from the Godric's Hollow, after his parents were attacked.
His parents.dead. It made Harry want to cry. In the other world, he never knew his parents. He had no idea what his parents were like. And he had only mere flashes and heard voices from his parents, but for Harry, it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough.
Harry wiped a tear from his eye. He wasn't sure if it was because of the onions he was chopping or, because of the fact that his parents were dead in the other world. The other Harry didn't know what it was like to be loved by parents.
But.
Even if his parents were dead in the other world, he had so much people who loved and cared for him. His best friends, Ron and Hermione came to mind, and he recalled their many adventures. And even his classmates liked him much more than they did before, where they taught he was Voldemort's heir or something. And there was the Weasleys who was like another family to him.
And Quidditch. He loved playing Quidditch, weaving his way through everyone and everything in his Firebolt, searching for the small golden ball that would be the ticket to winning the game.
Harry sighed. He realized in his heart that he also loved the magical world. It was just the fact that his parents were dead that bothered him. And also, that the girl he loved most loved another, and not him. It really broke Harry's heart.
And when he thought about it, if he were to be given a choice, he didn't know which world he would choose to live in for the rest of his life.
The front door slammed shut. "Harry?" he heard his mother call.
Harry saw that the sauce wasn't done yet, and so was the bread. He rushed out the kitchen, grinning when he saw his mum. "Mum, have a nice day?" he asked as he hugged her tightly, his eyes closed. He couldn't imagine a life without his mum.
"Harry," she said surprised. Harry opened his eyes, and pulled back. She surveyed him, worry all over her face. "Are you alright?" she asked in her motherly soothing voice.
Harry sighed inwardly. He couldn't, just could not imagine life without her. Putting on a smile, he said in reply, "I'm alright, really, mum. Why do you ask?"
She looked him in the eyes, her hand resting on his chin. "God, you're so tall. I barely reach your chin," she kidded. Then growing serious, she said, "Harry, I've been with you ever since you were a baby. Actually, you were in me at the start. The thing is Harry, I know you and I can see in your eyes that something troubles you."
Harry's heart squeezed painfully. He blinked back the tears in his eyes. He wanted so much to say that it just didn't trouble him, it confused him, it broke his heart, and it made him feel miserable. Instead he said, "It's nothing really, mum. Just school stuff."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You're not having any troubles with Hermione, are you?"
Hardly!
"No, mum," Harry replied hastily. He shook his head, smiling over the thought. "Nothing like that. In fact, Hermione's one of the reasons that's helping me with my problems at school. And you and dad, of course."
She laughed. "Oh, Harry," she sighed. "You tell us if you have any problems, all right? We're here for you, your father and I. Always will be."
Harry's heart ached again. Always was a long time, wasn't it?
"I love you, mum," he whispered hugging her once more.
"I love you, Harry," Lily Potter whispered to him, her eyes shutting tight because of the tears that were now in her eyes. She knew.
Harry pulled back, and without looking at his mother, he went back to the kitchen. "I'm cooking dinner, mum," he explained. "So you just relax while I get it ready."
She smiled at her son. He had grown so much. And she wanted so much to help him, to tell him what she knew. But she couldn't. No, she couldn't. She dropped onto the couch, and sobbed quietly.
Harry fixed dinner in about thirty minutes. By then, his father had come home too and they had a family dinner, talking and laughing. Harry felt good. He wanted to be with his parents more than he could imagine. He loved them so much!
"Harry, so when am I going to meet this girl of yours?" his dad asked.
Harry frowned slightly. "Dad, you already know her!"
"Well, I do," he admitted, nodding his head. "But I want to see my son the exact same position I was in twenty years ago," he added chuckling.
"Oh, Harold," Lily scolded, shaking her head. "You don't want to make Harry nervous."
"But, dad, twenty years ago?" Harry repeated, growing confused. Though it felt good to be confused over something that was in his real life, and not in a dream. "Didn't you tell me.?"
Lily nodded. "We were engaged for a year, before the wedding. Then a year after our wedding, we had you," she said softly, her eyes aglow. She smiled at both father and son.
Harry wrinkled his nose. "You want to see me the same position you were in twenty years ago? But that was the time you proposed to mum!" he cried out, comprehension dawning on him. It felt even better to be enlightened on whatever it was that confused you.
"Well," Harold Potter began to say. With a grin on his face, he winked at Harry, "Aren't you going to propose to *her*?"
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!!!
Thanks to Ryuokami for the reference of that particle. I've seen the pic though. And anyway, I know you're probably waiting to be 'enlightened on whatever it is that is confusing you now' but sorry, it's not on this chapter yet. It's the next chapter, I promise you!!! So for now, Harry is battling inner conflicts with himself, of course. Cheerio, everyone!
Less than a year to go before the 3rd Harry movie, the Prisoner of Azkaban, comes out. And it'll be great! [too bad there's not much Harry/Hermione going on in the movie] Awwwwwww!!! =( Oh well. I'll just keep on writing Harry/Hermione stuff!
Hi, to my dear friend, Bea! Keep on smiling, bud! =)
Okay, I'll shut up now so you can read! =)
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 11 - The Troubles of Mr. Harry Potter (Les ennuis de M. Harry Potter)
When Harry got home, his parents were still out. And he decided he'd cook for them, for a change. It felt odd and daunting that in his other life, both his parents were dead. He loved his parents so much and he couldn't imagine life without them.
Yet, while he couldn't imagine life without them, in the back of his head, he already knew how it was like without knowing his parents. In the other world, where he was a wizard, he had lived eleven years with his Aunt and Uncle, and their abominable son, Dudley. It wasn't until Hogwarts, and his fate as the boy who lived, was introduced to him that he discovered his best friends. And his true home.
Harry decided to cook pasta since it was the easiest. While he was boiling the noodles, and preparing the ingredients for the sauce, he thought about his life as Harry Potter, the Boy who lived.
He recalled his classes - Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and yes, even Potions. He remembered his teachers, and especially, the gentle giant Hagrid. Hagrid who lived in that wooden hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, living with his boarhound, Fang.
It was hard not to remember the times he had spent with Hagrid, especially since it was he who had saved him from his Uncle and Aunt's house, and told him he was a wizard. And in his years at Hogwarts, spending time with Hagrid, Harry also found out that it was Hagrid who had taken him from the Godric's Hollow, after his parents were attacked.
His parents.dead. It made Harry want to cry. In the other world, he never knew his parents. He had no idea what his parents were like. And he had only mere flashes and heard voices from his parents, but for Harry, it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough.
Harry wiped a tear from his eye. He wasn't sure if it was because of the onions he was chopping or, because of the fact that his parents were dead in the other world. The other Harry didn't know what it was like to be loved by parents.
But.
Even if his parents were dead in the other world, he had so much people who loved and cared for him. His best friends, Ron and Hermione came to mind, and he recalled their many adventures. And even his classmates liked him much more than they did before, where they taught he was Voldemort's heir or something. And there was the Weasleys who was like another family to him.
And Quidditch. He loved playing Quidditch, weaving his way through everyone and everything in his Firebolt, searching for the small golden ball that would be the ticket to winning the game.
Harry sighed. He realized in his heart that he also loved the magical world. It was just the fact that his parents were dead that bothered him. And also, that the girl he loved most loved another, and not him. It really broke Harry's heart.
And when he thought about it, if he were to be given a choice, he didn't know which world he would choose to live in for the rest of his life.
The front door slammed shut. "Harry?" he heard his mother call.
Harry saw that the sauce wasn't done yet, and so was the bread. He rushed out the kitchen, grinning when he saw his mum. "Mum, have a nice day?" he asked as he hugged her tightly, his eyes closed. He couldn't imagine a life without his mum.
"Harry," she said surprised. Harry opened his eyes, and pulled back. She surveyed him, worry all over her face. "Are you alright?" she asked in her motherly soothing voice.
Harry sighed inwardly. He couldn't, just could not imagine life without her. Putting on a smile, he said in reply, "I'm alright, really, mum. Why do you ask?"
She looked him in the eyes, her hand resting on his chin. "God, you're so tall. I barely reach your chin," she kidded. Then growing serious, she said, "Harry, I've been with you ever since you were a baby. Actually, you were in me at the start. The thing is Harry, I know you and I can see in your eyes that something troubles you."
Harry's heart squeezed painfully. He blinked back the tears in his eyes. He wanted so much to say that it just didn't trouble him, it confused him, it broke his heart, and it made him feel miserable. Instead he said, "It's nothing really, mum. Just school stuff."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You're not having any troubles with Hermione, are you?"
Hardly!
"No, mum," Harry replied hastily. He shook his head, smiling over the thought. "Nothing like that. In fact, Hermione's one of the reasons that's helping me with my problems at school. And you and dad, of course."
She laughed. "Oh, Harry," she sighed. "You tell us if you have any problems, all right? We're here for you, your father and I. Always will be."
Harry's heart ached again. Always was a long time, wasn't it?
"I love you, mum," he whispered hugging her once more.
"I love you, Harry," Lily Potter whispered to him, her eyes shutting tight because of the tears that were now in her eyes. She knew.
Harry pulled back, and without looking at his mother, he went back to the kitchen. "I'm cooking dinner, mum," he explained. "So you just relax while I get it ready."
She smiled at her son. He had grown so much. And she wanted so much to help him, to tell him what she knew. But she couldn't. No, she couldn't. She dropped onto the couch, and sobbed quietly.
Harry fixed dinner in about thirty minutes. By then, his father had come home too and they had a family dinner, talking and laughing. Harry felt good. He wanted to be with his parents more than he could imagine. He loved them so much!
"Harry, so when am I going to meet this girl of yours?" his dad asked.
Harry frowned slightly. "Dad, you already know her!"
"Well, I do," he admitted, nodding his head. "But I want to see my son the exact same position I was in twenty years ago," he added chuckling.
"Oh, Harold," Lily scolded, shaking her head. "You don't want to make Harry nervous."
"But, dad, twenty years ago?" Harry repeated, growing confused. Though it felt good to be confused over something that was in his real life, and not in a dream. "Didn't you tell me.?"
Lily nodded. "We were engaged for a year, before the wedding. Then a year after our wedding, we had you," she said softly, her eyes aglow. She smiled at both father and son.
Harry wrinkled his nose. "You want to see me the same position you were in twenty years ago? But that was the time you proposed to mum!" he cried out, comprehension dawning on him. It felt even better to be enlightened on whatever it was that confused you.
"Well," Harold Potter began to say. With a grin on his face, he winked at Harry, "Aren't you going to propose to *her*?"
