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!
Okay, this is the 15th chapter out of 18 chapters. Wow. I hope this'll clear up some of your confusion, and if it doesn't, well I suck as a writer!!! ( Next chapter, Harry will make his choice!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. That's thanks to J.K. Rowling, not me. :-p
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 15 - Between Waking and Sleeping (Entre réveil et sommeil)
Harry knew he was being selfish, not telling Hermione what was going on, but how could he tell her? How could she understand when she wouldn't believe in magic?
After the shopping excursion, he went straight home. He lay in his bed for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. That night he had a dreamless sleep, for the first time in days.
The second day, Saturday, Harry was alarmed. He still didn't know what he was going to choose. And it was on that night that Sir Richard was going to come back for his choice on that night. He wanted to stay in this world and yet he wanted to be a part of the magical world.
He spent Saturday morning, with Hermione. She talked about her plans, about going to college and having a successful career. She wanted to be a doctor, not a dentist though she had said. "Both my parents are dentists," she said. "Can you imagine their daughter a dentist as well? We'd have an entire family of dentists!" And she giggled at the thought.
Harry simply smiled. He liked it when he listened to her. She talked, and he just listened. He didn't know what he would say, after all, his future was still unclear.
"Harry," she said, smiling sweetly up at him. "How are you feeling?"
Harry bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Much better when you're here," he murmured and he truly meant it. "I love you, Hermione."
"Oh Harry, je t'aime," whispered Hermione blissfully. "I love you."
And then a thought occurred to him suddenly. Just in case he chose to be a wizard. "Promise me you won't forget me," Harry whispered to her, nuzzling her hair.
Hermione leaned back, and frowning slightly, she stared at him with questioning eyes. "Harry, what are you saying?" she asked. "What's going on? You look so sad half the time, are you alright?"
"Promise me," he insisted, caressing her cheeks.
"Of course I won't forget. I love you, with all my heart," Hermione reassured. She looked in his eyes, trying to read his mind. She wanted so much to know what had been troubling him for so long. "Harry, I won't forget you. I love you so much."
"But you will. He said you will," Harry muttered distractedly.
"Harry," Hermione began looking up at him. "He? Who's he? What do you mean?"
And then just as Harry was about to say something, Hermione's face became blurred. He blinked several times but she got farther and farther away. He blinked once more and when he opened his eyes, he was at Hogwarts, atop the Astronomy Tower.
He hastily got up, staring wildly at his surroundings. How did he get here?
"There you are," a soft voice called to him.
Harry turned around, and sure enough it was Hermione. She smiled at him, and said, "We've been looking for you," she paused, stopping just a foot closer to him. "You always go on wondering around at night."
Harry swallowed. Ever since he had these dreams.
"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked, concerned.
Harry wrinkled his forehead. That was the third time he had been asked by that question - once by his mother, and twice by Hermione. It was probably a mere coincidence that they were the two women that he loved most in his entire life.
"I'm okay," he mumbled, looking at Hagrid's hut on the school grounds.
"You look so troubled," she whispered almost to herself. Harry turned to her, staring intently at her face. He wondered if there was a chance that they would be together. But how could she love him when she loved Ron?
"I'm just tired," Harry responded truthfully. His whole life tired him.
Hermione smiled slowly. "You need to rest."
"I need-" Harry stopped himself just in time. He was about to say 'you' but how could he say that? He couldn't say that he needed Hermione even his heart wanted so badly for him to say it. If he said something like that, Hermione would probably slap him or tell Ron, and it would be the end of their friendship.
"You need?" Hermione echoed, raising her eyebrows.
"Rest," Harry finished lamely. He ran a hand through his unruly hair and nodded, as though he had made a decision. "I do need rest. And I do need to stop wondering around late at night."
Hermione giggled. "You sounded like you were trying to please me," she mumbled, moving closer to him. Harry didn't move. "Like you wanted to say those words aloud to assure yourself, when you and I both now you won't be doing it."
Harry grinned. "I guess you know me so well."
Hermione stood beside him, looking out at the school grounds. "And I do, Harry. I've known you ever since we were eleven. Almost seven years ago," she said softly, then she turned to face him. "Harry, have you been having dreams lately?"
Harry coughed. How did she know?
Hermione looked down at her shoes, then she looked up again. "I know you so well, and I do know that these dreams are troubling you."
"What do you know about my dreams?" Harry asked, facing her.
"That you're being given a chance to live with your parents, but you have to be a muggle," she answered, her head dropping. "But that's as far as I know. Nothing else. And as to how I knew," she paused and looked up. "I had a vision of one your dreams."
"What?" Harry cried out. Did she see herself with him? That they were together in another life?
"You and your parents," Hermione whispered sadly, tears glistening in her eyes. "You looked so happy with them, and I felt so sad for you, Harry. You never knew who your parents were, and I felt that whoever was doing this, I wanted to thank him, or her, for giving you a chance to be with your parents."
"Did you know the consequences of giving me this chance?" Harry asked quietly. Hermione shook her head, blinking back the tears. Harry reached for her, and hugged her tightly. "These dreams I have, they're confusing so you might get confused too," he mumbled as he let her go.
Hermione nodded, and waited patiently.
"It all started with, well, I woke up one day and I was, I am, a muggle. I came down the stairs and my parents were there. It was just another day of my life. A life that was purely muggle, I mean, I didn't know about this-" and Harry waved his hand around him. "I didn't know about Hogwarts, or magic."
"And then, one night, I had this dream. I was here, and I was suddenly this wizard who did lots of magic, and stuff. And I realized my parents were dead, and I felt extremely sad. But I was also confused, because whenever I woke up, I was back to being a muggle and when I slept, I was back to being a wizard," Harry paused. "Does that make sense?"
Hermione slowly nodded. "So now, are you dreaming? Or are you awake?"
Harry swallowed. He, himself, wasn't sure. One minute he was a muggle, sitting beside a muggle Hermione, and the next he was a wizard atop the Astronomy Tower with a witch Hermione.
"Er, you see," Harry began. "Technically, I'm supposed to be dreaming, but two nights ago, this man came to me, in a dream. And he explained it all to me. How, in the waking life I was a muggle and when I slept I was a wizard. So, it's like I'm living two lives, and I now exactly what happens in each life."
"That is confusing," Hermione confessed laughing slightly. She bit her lip then asked, "So right now, are you a muggle? Or a wizard?"
Harry hung his head. "That's the thing. I have to choose, if I want to be a muggle and be with my parents for the rest of my life, or be a wizard and be without my parents."
"Oh."
Harry looked around him. "And I don't know what choice I will make. As much as I want to be with my parents, I still want to be with you and Ron, and be a wizard."
"Are Ron and I there?" Hermione asked. "I mean, in your muggle life are you friends with us?" she clarified.
"Well, see," Harry began but he didn't finish what he was going to say. The world around him dissolved and he knew it was time.
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!
Okay, this is the 15th chapter out of 18 chapters. Wow. I hope this'll clear up some of your confusion, and if it doesn't, well I suck as a writer!!! ( Next chapter, Harry will make his choice!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. That's thanks to J.K. Rowling, not me. :-p
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 15 - Between Waking and Sleeping (Entre réveil et sommeil)
Harry knew he was being selfish, not telling Hermione what was going on, but how could he tell her? How could she understand when she wouldn't believe in magic?
After the shopping excursion, he went straight home. He lay in his bed for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. That night he had a dreamless sleep, for the first time in days.
The second day, Saturday, Harry was alarmed. He still didn't know what he was going to choose. And it was on that night that Sir Richard was going to come back for his choice on that night. He wanted to stay in this world and yet he wanted to be a part of the magical world.
He spent Saturday morning, with Hermione. She talked about her plans, about going to college and having a successful career. She wanted to be a doctor, not a dentist though she had said. "Both my parents are dentists," she said. "Can you imagine their daughter a dentist as well? We'd have an entire family of dentists!" And she giggled at the thought.
Harry simply smiled. He liked it when he listened to her. She talked, and he just listened. He didn't know what he would say, after all, his future was still unclear.
"Harry," she said, smiling sweetly up at him. "How are you feeling?"
Harry bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Much better when you're here," he murmured and he truly meant it. "I love you, Hermione."
"Oh Harry, je t'aime," whispered Hermione blissfully. "I love you."
And then a thought occurred to him suddenly. Just in case he chose to be a wizard. "Promise me you won't forget me," Harry whispered to her, nuzzling her hair.
Hermione leaned back, and frowning slightly, she stared at him with questioning eyes. "Harry, what are you saying?" she asked. "What's going on? You look so sad half the time, are you alright?"
"Promise me," he insisted, caressing her cheeks.
"Of course I won't forget. I love you, with all my heart," Hermione reassured. She looked in his eyes, trying to read his mind. She wanted so much to know what had been troubling him for so long. "Harry, I won't forget you. I love you so much."
"But you will. He said you will," Harry muttered distractedly.
"Harry," Hermione began looking up at him. "He? Who's he? What do you mean?"
And then just as Harry was about to say something, Hermione's face became blurred. He blinked several times but she got farther and farther away. He blinked once more and when he opened his eyes, he was at Hogwarts, atop the Astronomy Tower.
He hastily got up, staring wildly at his surroundings. How did he get here?
"There you are," a soft voice called to him.
Harry turned around, and sure enough it was Hermione. She smiled at him, and said, "We've been looking for you," she paused, stopping just a foot closer to him. "You always go on wondering around at night."
Harry swallowed. Ever since he had these dreams.
"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked, concerned.
Harry wrinkled his forehead. That was the third time he had been asked by that question - once by his mother, and twice by Hermione. It was probably a mere coincidence that they were the two women that he loved most in his entire life.
"I'm okay," he mumbled, looking at Hagrid's hut on the school grounds.
"You look so troubled," she whispered almost to herself. Harry turned to her, staring intently at her face. He wondered if there was a chance that they would be together. But how could she love him when she loved Ron?
"I'm just tired," Harry responded truthfully. His whole life tired him.
Hermione smiled slowly. "You need to rest."
"I need-" Harry stopped himself just in time. He was about to say 'you' but how could he say that? He couldn't say that he needed Hermione even his heart wanted so badly for him to say it. If he said something like that, Hermione would probably slap him or tell Ron, and it would be the end of their friendship.
"You need?" Hermione echoed, raising her eyebrows.
"Rest," Harry finished lamely. He ran a hand through his unruly hair and nodded, as though he had made a decision. "I do need rest. And I do need to stop wondering around late at night."
Hermione giggled. "You sounded like you were trying to please me," she mumbled, moving closer to him. Harry didn't move. "Like you wanted to say those words aloud to assure yourself, when you and I both now you won't be doing it."
Harry grinned. "I guess you know me so well."
Hermione stood beside him, looking out at the school grounds. "And I do, Harry. I've known you ever since we were eleven. Almost seven years ago," she said softly, then she turned to face him. "Harry, have you been having dreams lately?"
Harry coughed. How did she know?
Hermione looked down at her shoes, then she looked up again. "I know you so well, and I do know that these dreams are troubling you."
"What do you know about my dreams?" Harry asked, facing her.
"That you're being given a chance to live with your parents, but you have to be a muggle," she answered, her head dropping. "But that's as far as I know. Nothing else. And as to how I knew," she paused and looked up. "I had a vision of one your dreams."
"What?" Harry cried out. Did she see herself with him? That they were together in another life?
"You and your parents," Hermione whispered sadly, tears glistening in her eyes. "You looked so happy with them, and I felt so sad for you, Harry. You never knew who your parents were, and I felt that whoever was doing this, I wanted to thank him, or her, for giving you a chance to be with your parents."
"Did you know the consequences of giving me this chance?" Harry asked quietly. Hermione shook her head, blinking back the tears. Harry reached for her, and hugged her tightly. "These dreams I have, they're confusing so you might get confused too," he mumbled as he let her go.
Hermione nodded, and waited patiently.
"It all started with, well, I woke up one day and I was, I am, a muggle. I came down the stairs and my parents were there. It was just another day of my life. A life that was purely muggle, I mean, I didn't know about this-" and Harry waved his hand around him. "I didn't know about Hogwarts, or magic."
"And then, one night, I had this dream. I was here, and I was suddenly this wizard who did lots of magic, and stuff. And I realized my parents were dead, and I felt extremely sad. But I was also confused, because whenever I woke up, I was back to being a muggle and when I slept, I was back to being a wizard," Harry paused. "Does that make sense?"
Hermione slowly nodded. "So now, are you dreaming? Or are you awake?"
Harry swallowed. He, himself, wasn't sure. One minute he was a muggle, sitting beside a muggle Hermione, and the next he was a wizard atop the Astronomy Tower with a witch Hermione.
"Er, you see," Harry began. "Technically, I'm supposed to be dreaming, but two nights ago, this man came to me, in a dream. And he explained it all to me. How, in the waking life I was a muggle and when I slept I was a wizard. So, it's like I'm living two lives, and I now exactly what happens in each life."
"That is confusing," Hermione confessed laughing slightly. She bit her lip then asked, "So right now, are you a muggle? Or a wizard?"
Harry hung his head. "That's the thing. I have to choose, if I want to be a muggle and be with my parents for the rest of my life, or be a wizard and be without my parents."
"Oh."
Harry looked around him. "And I don't know what choice I will make. As much as I want to be with my parents, I still want to be with you and Ron, and be a wizard."
"Are Ron and I there?" Hermione asked. "I mean, in your muggle life are you friends with us?" she clarified.
"Well, see," Harry began but he didn't finish what he was going to say. The world around him dissolved and he knew it was time.
