Summary: Harry is suddenly acting very weird – in both universes. Yeah, you guessed it. This is a parallell universe-fic, and the two Potters are switched, causing a lot of confusion, especially for Harry Potter himself.

Genre: Romance/AU – Rating: PG

Warning: apart from the AU and slight OOC, nothing major. This is obviously slash, but nothing graphic I think.

Pairing: Harry/Draco (also Hermoine/Ron, Ginny/Neville, Sirius/Remus, Narcissa/Lucius)

Change of Reality

Part three – One Of Those Dreams

"Harry! Harry! HARRY!" a voice was screaming somewhere in the dark distance, he noticed numbly, but he couldn't afford to lose his concentration now, he was merely inches away from grasping the flutting Golden Snitch and The World Cup was at stake and... – "HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

Groaning slightly, he stirred obediently and flipped lazily onto his back, hoping to stall for some time until he'd caught the... – But not. The persistant voice had required a pair of hands now and they were shaking him roughly by the shoulders. The dream Snitch had fluttered way beyond his reach and the sleep was retreating steadily out of his head.

"'m a'ke..." he muttered drowsily, attempting to bat the hands away from him, but that only caused them to grab a hold of his coverlet and pull it away.

"Harry, wake UP! You're going to miss the train! It's already ten minutes past ten!"

Train, Harry thought, train... Oh yeah, Hogwarts... Grudgingly, Harry sat up and blinked his eyes open. It took a while for his vision to adjust to the light, and when it had he looked around sleepily and yawned. Then his heart caught in his throat and he shot bolt upright, staring wildly around him. Where was he?

He found himself sitting on a bed, not his own rickety cot in his room at Private Drive, but a rather big and comfortable one, in what looked like a boy's room, its walls completely covered in framed photographs and Quidditch posters, all of them magical which meant that there was a big flurry of movement all around him. Not an unpleasant surrounding to be sure, the only problem was, that he'd never seen this room before in his life.

"Harry, I'm not going to come up there again!" the voice called from what sounded like downstairs. He knew that voice. But, what... Professor Lupin? Harry's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, and after a minute of trying to sort his thoughts out into something resembling a sensible picture, he came to the conclusion that he was still dreaming. That had got to be it, Harry decided. It was just one of those wierd dreams.

Scrambling awkwardly out of bed, he padded out of the bedroom. The hall outside was nice enough, he thought. It was a very vivid dream, very realistic. He reached the top of a staircase and carefully leaned over the railing and peered down before descending it. As he stepped down form the last step, Harry found himself standing in another hallway, this one more brightly lit because of the sunlight which poured in from the big windows. There were plants on the window sills and more photographs on the walls. On the whole, this place was very homely and Harry quite liked it, even though it still felt wierd.

"Harry, your coffee's going cold!" the voice, that Harry now knew definitely belonged to Remus Lupin, called from what must be the kitchen. Harry immediatly walked through the doorway and took in the sight of it, and the two men that sat at the table in the center of it.

"Sirius?" he breathed in disbelief, a fluttery happiness filling his insides. The two men looked up at him. The black-haired one holding a copy of the Prophet lit up in a dazzling grin which Harry immediatly mirrored, while the other man scowled lightly.

"About time!" he scolded, "It's almost twenty past ten and the train leaves at –"

"- Eleven. Yes, he knows that, Moony..." Sirius teased gently, "Give it a rest, we've got plenty of time..."

"You're not helping, Sirius" Remus replied sternly before turning back to Harry, "I take it you haven't packed yet?"

"Ehm..."

Remus Lupin sighed wearily, and put his face in his hands breifly and rubbed at his eyes. He looked tired but compared to what he looked like the last time Harry saw him in real life, he looked great. His face weren't gaunt and his hair didn't have a single grey strand in it, if anything he looked younger for his age.

"There's plenty of time..." Sirius repeated softly, reaching out to cover the other man's hand with his own briefly. Remus glanced at him and nodded.

"Well, sit down Harry... Before you're coffee goes cold... What would you like for breakfast?"

Harry didn't know what to say to that, but he walked up to the table and sat down. He couldn't help but to look around him. This dream place was certainly cosy, he thought pleasantly to himself, he could definitely live here.

"Harry?" Sirius said, "Did you hear what-"

"Oh, sorry!" Harry snapped back to focus, "Could I have... Er... some toast, please? Sir?" he added politely. Both men immediatly stilled and watched him curiously, then exchanged a glance before looking back at him again, but neither made any comment so their bemusement went unnoticed by Harry who had taken to study his surroundsing again.

"Ehm, sure Harry... here you go..." Remus murmured cautiously, waving his wand and transfiguring a plate of toast from mid-air. It landed gently in front of Harry, "Thank you, Sir..." he said and beamed at Remus, before digging in. The grown-ups exchanged a more desperate glance this time, both of them frowning with worry by this point, "Harry?" Remus said tentatively, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, yeah, thanks Professor!" Harry replied perkily, then paused in mid-chew to look back at the werewolf who was literally staring at him with wide gawky eyes, his mouth hanging open, "What?" he added a little uncertainly.

"Harry!" Sirius snapped a little roughly, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry looked between the two men, carefully putting his half-eaten piece of toast back down on the plate whilst trying to understand what was going on and what he may have done wrong. Of course, he realized that this was a dream and dreams and logic don't often go hand-in-hand, but it was a nice albeit wierd dream, and Harry wanted to make the most of it before waking up.

"Harry, your daddy's talking to you...!" Remus urged sternly. Harry blinked and snapped his head up and stared at his former DADA-teacher, "What?"

"Sirius is talking to you!"

"Y-yeah, but... wh-what did you call him?"

Sirius had gotten to his feet now, and leaned across the table to feel Harry's forehead, frowning deeply, "Are you sure you're alright Harry?"

"Has he got a temperature?" Remus urged, a note of anxious panic marring his voice.

"No, he feels alright to me...-" Sirius began, but Remus had already pushed his own palm against Harry's forehead before the other man had had a chance of finishing. When he felt no great heat, Remus seemed to relax visibly, only to tense up even further with the prospect of everything else that could be wrong with Harry apart from a fever.

"Guys, I'm alright, honest..." Harry tried to reassure them, "I... Sorry, I'm just a little tired..."

"Did you have trouble sleeping again?" Remus asked, his caring voice very similar to Mrs Weasley's when she was being gentle, Harry observed but nodded, figuring it was easier that way. Remus pulled a sad face and cupped Harry's chin lovingly, caressing his cheek with his thumb before releasing him again. Harry tried not to act as though anything about this seemed wierd to him, even though it did. This was definitely a wierd dream...

"Did you have a fight with Draco last night?" Sirius asked and gave Harry a knowing look. Harry stuck with his previous action and nodded. The two men shared a look and sat back, apparantly deciding that everything was as it should be all of the sudden.

"Don't worry about it, Harry dear" Remus soothed while resuming his tea-drinking again, and Harry had to try very hard indeed not to make the resemblance connection this time, "I'm sure you'll make up on the train..."

"Yeah" Harry mumbled, whatever, he thought, this is too weird, I should wake up...

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have a meeting at the Ministry so I can't go with you to the station..." Sirius said. Harry didn't even bother to pay any attention to the other men anymore, because he'd just get confused.

"Aww... but then you won't be able to say goodbye to Harry!" Remus objected, "And I thought we'd have lunch together after we've seen him off!"

"Aww, Moony, nobody regrets it more than I do, but it's a really important meeting... besides I can say goodbye to Harry here and I can meet up with you after the meeting's over, and we can still have lunch okay?"

"Mh, okay..." Remus agreed reluctantly, and as Harry involenteerily glanced up he was horrified to see a pout on the werewolf's face. Then, before he could look away, Sirius had leaned over the table and kissed the pout away. Harry stared. Harry blinked.

"This is a very weird dream...!"

TBC