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. Thanks for the reviews!!! =) Cheers to you readers!
Hey, everyone! Gaaaaaawd, I know. I'm slow on the update. It was midterm week last week so, I was supposedly studying when in fact I was sleeping half the time because I'm so lazy to do anything!!! I mean, I wasn't studying yet I wasn't doing this story. Anyway, this part probably sucks. I'm not good with the details now. It's like I want to finish the story so that you won't be confused anymore!
Oh well, go on. I'll shut up, so you can read!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. That's thanks to J.K. Rowling, not me. :-p
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 14 - No Dreams For Now (Non Rêves pour maintenant)
After the dream with the mysterious old man in the dark, Harry couldn't think clearly. Images of his two lives haunted him. He didn't know which choice he would choose. And it angered him more so that he had to make a choice!
This was all the old man's doings after all. Sir Richard, whoever he really was. He wanted to give Harry a chance to know what it was like to be with his parents, but at a cost. To live with his parents he had to be a muggle. And to live without his parents, he had to be a wizard.
Harry thought to himself that he should choose his parents over magic. He should choose to go on living like a muggle, be with his parents for the rest of his life. And there was more to it than that. Hermione loved him, while he was here.
If he went back to being a wizard, sure there was magic and all that, Hermione didn't love him. She loved Ron.
All these things made Harry's head ache.
He trudged down the stairs heavily, and walked inside the kitchen, halfheartedly. The sight of his parents smiling at each other, and at him, brought tears to his eyes.
"Morning," he muttered dejectedly.
Lily Potter gazed at her son. "What's wrong, Harry? Are you alright?"
Harry looked at his mom. Ever since that night when he had cooked dinner for them, when he had told her he loved her, he sensed something in her. It was as if she knew what he was going through. Did she, in fact, go through, what he was going through? And she chose to be a muggle for the rest of her life?
"It's just a headache," Harry replied quietly, sitting down on a chair.
"You can miss school, son," Harold Potter said, he looked at Harry, concerned.
Harry fought the tears that were threatening to overflow. His parents cared and loved him so much, how could he not choose them?
"I'm okay, dad," he reassured. "Really." He busied himself with piling his plate with food, to get his mind of his worries. He didn't see his mother, wipe the tears that was in her eyes with her apron.
When Harry got to school, it was the same thing all over again. Seeing Hermione, reminded him of what he was going to loose if he chose to be a wizard for the rest of his life. He had told himself that it was an easy choice.
Why would he choose to be a wizard whom people gawked at everywhere he went, because of a scar on his forehead? Why did he choose to go on living with the Dursleys when he could live with his parents, his real parents, at that?
But then, he remembered Ron and Hagrid, and Lupin, Moody and all the friends he had made. They were all connected to the magical world. It was a good thing school was cut short that day and football practice hadn't started yet.
He was on his way home, when he heard someone yell his name.
"Harry!" Dean called to him.
Harry sighed inwardly. He didn't want to be reminded of the friendship he was going to loose. Sure, Dean Thomas was also in the wizarding world, but he was best friends with Seamus Finnigan while he was best friends with Ron.
"Mona, Hermione and I have been looking all over for you. Come on. We're going sightseeing," Dean said grinning.
Harry couldn't resist the urge to grin. Sightseeing usually meant Mona and Hermione shopping while Dean peeked through the curtains of the dressing rooms, more specifically, the dressing room of Mona. And now that he and Hermione were together, Dean had been trying to coax him into taking a peek at Hermione's dressing room, which Harry had said constantly he was going to do.
He didn't want to invade someone else's privacy, especially his girlfriend's.
"Dean, seriously," Harry muttered. "You're coming out as some sort of pervert."
Dean chuckled as they walked. "So what? Mona likes it. I like it. We both like it. It works for both of us," he replied. "It's only you and Hermione who are so conservative with your relationship."
Harry chose not to ask what Dean meant when he said 'conservative'. He merely shrugged and they continued walking until they spotted the girls. They were both huddled close together, as though imparting a juicy gossip.
"Dad lent me his car today," Dean explained. "Ladies," he greeted as they approached.
Mona gave a squeal of delight and ran towards Dean, throwing her arms around him in a big bear hug. Dean staggered back but Harry could see he liked it. He shook his head, and sat down beside Hermione. Their hands met and clasped together.
"Ewww," Mona commented when she saw this. "That is so 1950's."
"And your way is so year 3000," Hermione said smiling. "Anyway, I think I like the 1950s way much better," she added looking fondly at Harry.
"Same here," Harry agreed tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was so much in love with her. And he wondered how he survived the life of Harry Potter, boy wizard, without her love when his muggle life without Hermione would surely kill him.
Dean snorted. "Come on, lovebirds," he drawled his arm around Mona's waist.
They all piled in the car and Dean drove to the mall.
Harry was happy. For now, he didn't have to worry about the choice he was going to have to make sooner, than later.
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. Thanks for the reviews!!! =) Cheers to you readers!
Hey, everyone! Gaaaaaawd, I know. I'm slow on the update. It was midterm week last week so, I was supposedly studying when in fact I was sleeping half the time because I'm so lazy to do anything!!! I mean, I wasn't studying yet I wasn't doing this story. Anyway, this part probably sucks. I'm not good with the details now. It's like I want to finish the story so that you won't be confused anymore!
Oh well, go on. I'll shut up, so you can read!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. That's thanks to J.K. Rowling, not me. :-p
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 14 - No Dreams For Now (Non Rêves pour maintenant)
After the dream with the mysterious old man in the dark, Harry couldn't think clearly. Images of his two lives haunted him. He didn't know which choice he would choose. And it angered him more so that he had to make a choice!
This was all the old man's doings after all. Sir Richard, whoever he really was. He wanted to give Harry a chance to know what it was like to be with his parents, but at a cost. To live with his parents he had to be a muggle. And to live without his parents, he had to be a wizard.
Harry thought to himself that he should choose his parents over magic. He should choose to go on living like a muggle, be with his parents for the rest of his life. And there was more to it than that. Hermione loved him, while he was here.
If he went back to being a wizard, sure there was magic and all that, Hermione didn't love him. She loved Ron.
All these things made Harry's head ache.
He trudged down the stairs heavily, and walked inside the kitchen, halfheartedly. The sight of his parents smiling at each other, and at him, brought tears to his eyes.
"Morning," he muttered dejectedly.
Lily Potter gazed at her son. "What's wrong, Harry? Are you alright?"
Harry looked at his mom. Ever since that night when he had cooked dinner for them, when he had told her he loved her, he sensed something in her. It was as if she knew what he was going through. Did she, in fact, go through, what he was going through? And she chose to be a muggle for the rest of her life?
"It's just a headache," Harry replied quietly, sitting down on a chair.
"You can miss school, son," Harold Potter said, he looked at Harry, concerned.
Harry fought the tears that were threatening to overflow. His parents cared and loved him so much, how could he not choose them?
"I'm okay, dad," he reassured. "Really." He busied himself with piling his plate with food, to get his mind of his worries. He didn't see his mother, wipe the tears that was in her eyes with her apron.
When Harry got to school, it was the same thing all over again. Seeing Hermione, reminded him of what he was going to loose if he chose to be a wizard for the rest of his life. He had told himself that it was an easy choice.
Why would he choose to be a wizard whom people gawked at everywhere he went, because of a scar on his forehead? Why did he choose to go on living with the Dursleys when he could live with his parents, his real parents, at that?
But then, he remembered Ron and Hagrid, and Lupin, Moody and all the friends he had made. They were all connected to the magical world. It was a good thing school was cut short that day and football practice hadn't started yet.
He was on his way home, when he heard someone yell his name.
"Harry!" Dean called to him.
Harry sighed inwardly. He didn't want to be reminded of the friendship he was going to loose. Sure, Dean Thomas was also in the wizarding world, but he was best friends with Seamus Finnigan while he was best friends with Ron.
"Mona, Hermione and I have been looking all over for you. Come on. We're going sightseeing," Dean said grinning.
Harry couldn't resist the urge to grin. Sightseeing usually meant Mona and Hermione shopping while Dean peeked through the curtains of the dressing rooms, more specifically, the dressing room of Mona. And now that he and Hermione were together, Dean had been trying to coax him into taking a peek at Hermione's dressing room, which Harry had said constantly he was going to do.
He didn't want to invade someone else's privacy, especially his girlfriend's.
"Dean, seriously," Harry muttered. "You're coming out as some sort of pervert."
Dean chuckled as they walked. "So what? Mona likes it. I like it. We both like it. It works for both of us," he replied. "It's only you and Hermione who are so conservative with your relationship."
Harry chose not to ask what Dean meant when he said 'conservative'. He merely shrugged and they continued walking until they spotted the girls. They were both huddled close together, as though imparting a juicy gossip.
"Dad lent me his car today," Dean explained. "Ladies," he greeted as they approached.
Mona gave a squeal of delight and ran towards Dean, throwing her arms around him in a big bear hug. Dean staggered back but Harry could see he liked it. He shook his head, and sat down beside Hermione. Their hands met and clasped together.
"Ewww," Mona commented when she saw this. "That is so 1950's."
"And your way is so year 3000," Hermione said smiling. "Anyway, I think I like the 1950s way much better," she added looking fondly at Harry.
"Same here," Harry agreed tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was so much in love with her. And he wondered how he survived the life of Harry Potter, boy wizard, without her love when his muggle life without Hermione would surely kill him.
Dean snorted. "Come on, lovebirds," he drawled his arm around Mona's waist.
They all piled in the car and Dean drove to the mall.
Harry was happy. For now, he didn't have to worry about the choice he was going to have to make sooner, than later.
