Sweet Dreams
Summary: One shot; something I thought of in the middle of the night and it stuck with me for a few days so I decided to write it and get it over with. Harry wakes up from a wonderful dream and things may not be what they seem anyway…
Harry woke up and hit his head on something on something hard…the ceiling of his cupboard. He felt disappointed and confused, and for a moment, he didn't have a clue why. Then he remembered the grand dream he had, a dream of a school especially for witches and wizards called Hogwarts, a dream where he always won over the evil he faced.
After going over it all in his head a few times, Harry felt even sadder. He didn't have two best friends, and he wasn't one of the most famous wizards ever; in fact, he wasn't even a wizard! The dream had been so elaborate that some just might actually believe it. "That might very well make a good novel – or quite a few great ones," Harry thought to himself, smiling.
He climbed out of the cupboard and went about his morning as usual, even when he remembered that, unfortunately, it was Dudley's birthday and that he, Harry, wasn't even eleven yet, much less nearly seventeen years old. His morning was so dull and like every other one of Dudley's birthdays that he didn't take much notice of anything – if asked, he probably couldn't say what he had for breakfast that morning.
Then, he was doing everything just like any other day when he heard his aunt and uncle heatedly discussing how they had no babysitter for Harry, but they didn't want to take him to the zoo with Dudley and his friend Piers. He was angry that they talked about him like he wasn't there, and Harry didn't particularly want to go with them, either, but his heart leaped when the image of a snake raced through his mind…a talking snake, the one in his dream. But what happened to the rest of his dream? He knew there was more to it, but he couldn't remember a bit of it for some odd reason.
"But I'm living it," Harry muttered to himself. "I'll find out what comes next eventually."