Disclaimer: Harry Potter, James and Lily are not mine but some of the other characters are. This story idea randomly came into my head after I'd watched a Buffy episode a bit like it and read 'Blackout' by Joey Paul.

Summary: Harry's world is turned upside down when he wakes from a 6 year long coma to find out everything he knows was a dream. How will he cope in reality...or is it really reality?

A Dream?

Chapter One,

Harry had been allowed home now but he couldn't remember it being his home. He stared around his room as if for the first time. Photos were taped to the walls, photo's of him as a young boy with people he'd never seen before.

"We kept it exactly the same," Lily said with a smile, touching one of the photos tenderly. "This was your sixth birthday party."

"I don't remember," Harry mumbled. "It's like I'm walking around in a dream mum, half the time I can almost remember things but the rest I feel…lost."

"It'll come back to you son, soon you'll remember everything and then you can return to school," Lily told him with a smile. Something flashed in Harry's eyes, a memory of Hogwarts played before him in his memory. How could it have been a dream? "I'll leave you alone for a little bit. Dinner will be at six."

"Ok." Harry looked around his room, not recognising any of it. It was nothing like his old room with the Dursleys…but then again did the Dursleys even exist? Were they his real relative's or his dream relative's? Did anyone he knew exist in this world…in the real world?

"I think it's time you went back to school Harry, you've been home a month now," James said casually at the breakfast table one morning. Harry looked up from his toast. In that month he'd become accustomed to having his parents around but he was still having trouble forgetting the wizarding world.

"But…"

"You can't hide in the house forever Harry."

"Fine." 'But it'll never be the same as Hogwarts, it'll never really feel like School.' "Where would I be going?"

"The local school, you'll have to be in year eleven even though you're old enough for the sixth form because you haven't taken your GCSE's yet," James said turning a page of his newspaper.

"Oh, ok then. It's not like I'll be apart from my friends, I can't remember who they are," Harry muttered before getting up and going up to his room. Go back to school? A school that wouldn't be Hogwarts, would be filled with his friends? Could he live like that?

Harry was silent for the whole car ride to the school, fiddling nervously with the strap of his bag. He looked at the school as the car slowed down to let him out, it didn't look too bad with a mixture of old and new buildings.

"I'll pick you up here at 3:35," James said to his son who nodded and opened the door, stepping out into the fresh air. He waved at his dad before heading towards the school reception, unsure of where he needed to be and when.

"Hi, um, I'm new today and I don't really know where to go," he said nervously to the lady on the computer who looked at him kindly.

"Mr Potter is it?" Harry nodded. "Well then you are in Mr Brown's tutor group in room 17. You'll be given a guide from your tutor group to help you throughout your first few days."

"Ok. Thank you, um, where's room 17?" Harry asked.

"It's…oh wait there's Mr Brown. Mr Brown!" the receptionist called out to a man in his early 20's who turned around to smile at her. "This is the new boy in you're tutor group, Harry Potter."

"Ah of course, well young man care to walk with me?" Mr Brown asked cheerfully. Harry nodded shyly and walked over to the teacher. "Nervous?"

"Does it show?" Harry laughed quietly.

"Not as much as some nervous people I've seen, I'll give you one of the nicer people as your guide, Dominic Williams, so don't worry about that," Mr Brown said cheerfully.

"Thank you sir." And so with slightly more confidence Harry followed his tutor to morning registration.

A/N There we go. Just so you know the school Harry's going to is based on my own school, the times and stuff and I am actually British.