Harry woke up and rolled into someone sleeping next to him, a red haired someone. Instantly pulling himself up he reached for his glasses from the bedside table and slipped them on. The red head next to him seemed to be alarmed by this behaviour and had woken up with him. Harry was not in Gryffindor tower, that much was for certain. Red material and dark wood had been replaced by cream plastered walls and photos on the wall.
"What's up love?" The red head said from next to him. Harry didn't reply, he instead swung himself around and sat over the edge of the bed, aware this must be a realistic dream. Maybe it was some subconscious recognition of his love for his girlfriend Ginny. Whatever it was it was beginning to scare him with the realism of it all.
The red head had by this point joined Harry, but it wasn't Ginny. Ginny was smaller than this woman by a good few inches. She pulled Harry into her embrace, "Your worried aren't you? It'll be fine, it all will be OK." She said. Harry nodded, not knowing what she was talking about. "I'm just going to the bathroom." Harry said, getting up and walking out of the room, the feeling of fresh water on his face would either wake him up or prove it was a dream. He just had to find it first.
The house was of a decent size, not a million miles off Privet Drive and after opening a white wood door to a cupboard and a baby's nursery he finally found the bathroom. Out of habit he immeaditly look into the mirror to find his reflection looking a good few years older than he was. But that wasn't what scared him, what scared him was the hazel eyes which appeared to have replaced his own and the distinct lack of a bright red thin scar.