"What's going on?" Harry asked looking from each shocked face.
"I-I didn't know he smoked." Aunt Petunia said ignoring Harry. "When did he start smoking Vernon?"
"It's hard to say." Uncle Vernon said looking over at Harry who was still watching them.
Harry hated his uncle and aunt and was relieved that this would be the very last time they would see him. On July thirty-first Harry would be leaving his uncle and aunts place forever and he would never turn back. He stared at the hateful large man and the skinny woman standing in front of him. He knew they too would celebrate the day he would leave their house.
"Did you know anything about this boy?" Uncle Vernon asked Harry furiously.
"Yes." Harry answered shrugging astounded that it took his aunt and uncle this long to realize what their son did.
Dudley who was ever larger than his father was the leader of his gang. They walked around town smoking, beating up small children and destroying public property. Harry had seen them at it while he walked around the town two years before. Uncle Vernon who liked to avoid the fact that Harry was a wizard told people that Harry had gone to a school for criminals instead of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry believed it should have been Dudley that went to this school but his aunt and uncle would never believe anything terrible about their son.
"And did you not think for a moment that maybe we would want to know?" Uncle Vernon said furiously his face turning purple.
"You wouldn't have believed me even if I did." Harry retorted. "What would have been the point? Anyway where is Dudley?
"He left the house when we tried talking to him about quitting." Aunt Petunia said in a defeated voice.
"I could go get him if you'd like." Harry said looking for a reason to leave the house he hated so much.
"Wait a minute!" Uncle Vernon bellowed as Harry turned to leave. "You aren't suppose to leave the house!"
Harry turned back to his uncle shocked. His uncle looked rather panicky for some reason and Harry opened his mouth to ask why but Aunt Petunia answered for him.
"In March we received a letter from that man who came last summer. He told us that under no circumstances are you to leave the house until you are seventeen." She answered. "So you can go on back up to your room now."
"Yea I don't want that nutter back here. It's bad enough having one in the house without having another." Uncle Vernon answered furiously.
"That nutter is dead!" Harry yelled angrily at his uncles words. It still hurt to think about Dumbledore's death.
"Dead?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Yes dead!" Harry said furiously.
"Did that Lord wachamacallit do it?" Uncle Vernon asked distractedly looking out the window not caring if it hurt Harry to talk about Dumbledore.
"No." Harry said. "I'm going to go look for Dudley."
He turned away again but Uncle Vernon grabbed a hold of his arm as if afraid that if Harry were to go outside Dumbledore would come. Harry couldn't help but smile when he thought of his two best friends who were also wizards who were coming the next day. He hadn't told his aunt and uncle yet about that.
"If you are in danger when you aren't here I don't want you going to get my son in danger either! I haven't forgotten the Dementoids!" He yelled spitting in Harry's face.
"Harry this really is none of your business. Just go to your room now." Aunt Petunia said angrily.
Harry wrenched himself from his uncle but he pulled a little too hard. He fell hitting his head on the kitchen table and everything went black.
"Are you ok mate?" Someone asked.
Harry opened his eyes to see his best friend Ron Weasley standing over him. Some how they ended up outside and when Harry sat up he realized he was in a completely different location. This wasn't even the Durley's yard. He jolted when he saw the people surrounding him, his mother, his father, Sirius Black and Neville Longbottom. Harry stared at Neville he seemed to look more confident then he use to.
He then looked at his parents and Sirius Black who were all suppose to be dead. Sirius his Godfather had died the year before and his parents had died when he was only a year old. He only knew them by their pictures, only his parents seem to look a little older. He felt confused. Was he dreaming? He knew he had hit his head on the table back at his aunt and uncles place so it could be a dream.
"Sorry, I guess I'm not really a beater either." Neville said. "It looks as though I just don't belong on the team."
"You can't give up." Ron told Neville. "Just because the beater bat flew out of your doesn't mean you're terrible. You just need better grip, that's all."
"Sorry to interrupt." Harry said. "But can someone tell me what is going on? Where am I exactly and-" he looked over at his parents and godfather. "I-I thought you'd died."
"James! What is wrong with him?" His mother asked clutching his fathers arm.
"He's fine Lily. It's the aftermath of getting knocked out and the potion. It's happened to me several times. He is just confused."
"You must have had an awful dream." Sirius told Harry. "None of us are dead and you are at Neville's place. You were knocked out for quite a while before we came back."
Harry stared at his parents. Harry had his mothers green eyes but his fathers black hair and glasses. Harry and his father almost looked the same but his father was older looking now. His father also had brown eyes. His mother had long auburn hair and green eyes. He could see the look of concern on their faces.
"Your not dead? It was all a dream then?" Harry asked. "And you've never been to Azkaban prison?" He asked pointing at Sirius.
"No. Why would I have gone to prison?" Sirius asked looking confused.
"Er- never mind. If you don't mind can I ask some questions about me life? I think I have forgotten a few things." Harry said not knowing what else to say.
"Go ahead." His father said shrugging looking rather amused now than worried.
"Where do I live?"
"In Godric's Hollow." His mother answered.
"And did we ever have to go in to hiding?" Harry continued.
"No. Why would we need to go into hiding?" His mother asked stroking Harry's hair still looking worried.
"From Voldemort." Harry answered. "He was after us wasn't he?"
"Voldemort? That nutter who is trying to gather followers to get rid of anyone who isn't pure blood? No. And you shouldn't worry too much about him, I don't think he'll get too far." Sirius said. "Although Dumbledore says we should be careful but I don't think he is a threat."
"So let me get this straight." Harry said. "I never saved the Philosophers stone, I never had to save Ginny Weasley from a great dirty serpent which means I must not be a parcelmouth, I didn't have to save Sirius from Dementors, I was never in the Tri-Wizard tournment, Sirius didn't die in the department of mysteries and Dumbledore didn't die either?"
"That must have been quite a dream." His father said. "No to all of those. There was a Tri-Wizard tournament last year at Hogwarts but Cedric Diggory got into it and he won but Viktor Krum was close."
"Last year?" Harry asked. "But that must mean I am only starting my-"
"Fifth year." Ron interrupted. "OWL year. Fred and George reckon it's going to be a tough year. Although they didn't get many OWL's and mum is furious. They only care about that joke shop don't they?"
"They are still trying to do that then?" Harry asked grabbing his hair at all these confusing explanations. "Where are they going to get the money? I leant them my Tri-wizard tournament money in my dream."
"I think dad is going to, he doesn't mind that they want to open the joke shop. Didn't you tell Neville and I that you would lend them the money if you got in? That's why you must have dreamt it." Ron answered.
"Must be." Harry said slowly. "But where is Hermione?"
"Hermione? Granger? That know it all who thinks she is better than everyone? I don't know. Tell me that you don't fancy her mate. I might have to hit you with the beater club myself." Ron said looking confused.
"Ron!" His mother said. "You know I don't like it when you say that stuff and if Harry likes this girl than you should be supportive."
"No it's not that." Harry said trying not to grin. In his dream Ron had been the one who fancied Hermione. "It's just she was our best friend in my dream. We saved her from a troll."
Ron and Neville burst out laughing at this. Harry looked at Neville again. In his dream, Neville's parents had been insane so he was brought up by his grandmother. Neville had always had trouble trying to live up to his insane father but now he looked confident and happy. Harry guessed having his parents around must have changed that.
"So is Neville my best friend then?" Harry asked.
"I should hope so." Neville answered looking rather hurt. "We've been friends since our first year."
Harry nodded. He wasn't friends with Hermione apparently he didn't like her, his parents, Sirius and Dumbledore were alive, he was only starting his fifth year, Neville and Ron were his best friends, Cedric hadn't died in the tournament. Then he remembered Ron saying his father would lend Fred and George the money for their joke shop. Did that mean the Weasley family who had seven children were rich and not poor?
"Are you rich?" Harry asked Ron.
"Not really. We have enough money to get by though."
"So you're not poor either?"
"No... that's just yours and Neville's joke remember? You both have a lot more money than I do so you say I'm poor compared to you two." Ron answered.
"You better not be saying that." Lily scolded Harry. "We did not bring you up to feel that you are better than others. The Weasley's are not poor."
"Are there anymore surprises I should know about?"Harry asked.
"Well," His mother began still stroking his hair. "You have a little brother and sister. Your sister Allison is starting her third year and your brother Carl is starting his first year. Allison is also a Gryffindor like you and we hope that Carl will be one too although Ravenclaw would be nice."
Harry had only been an only child in his dream as his parents had been murdered when he was only one years old. This was all a shock to him and he didn't understand why he could not remember his former life. What had the beater bat done to him to make him forget? He could picture his brother and sister in his mind though. Carl looked exactly like him except he had their fathers brown eyes and Allison had auburn hair and brown eyes.
Why had he dreamt that his parents, his godfather and Dumbledore were dead? Did he rely on them too much in real life as well? Was this dream telling him he would be the one to defeat Lord Voldemort but he couldn't rely on any of those people to help him? He knew he couldn't rely on Hermione either as she wasn't even his friend but she had always helped him solve clues in his dream.
"And does Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hate us?" Harry asked. "In my dream they thought I was abnormal and didn't treat me very well. I had to live them since you had died."
"Well they do think our powers are abnormal but they don't hate us, not really. They allow us to come over as long as we don't do any 'funny stuff' as Vernon calls it. Apparently they don't want their son exposed to it." His mother answered. "Look Harry, I think we should go home and you should sleep. You are still rather confused by your dream and you are old enough to know the difference between reality and a dream."
"Er- right, sure." Harry said. "Good idea."
He could tell that both Neville and Ron were thinking that he was mad so he didn't mind going home. He also wanted to go see what his house looked like since he couldn't remember. Neville and Ron both waved at him as his mother pulled him to his feet and started dragging him across they yard. His father and Sirius followed behind him grinning as if they thought this whole thing was amusing.
Hope you enjoyed.
Please read and review and I just want people to know that this isn't the dream theory either. You'll see as it goes on.