Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry's POV

Wizard? He's completely lost it, I thought as I got up. I stood there for a while, wondering what to do next. My first thought was to bang on the door and beg to be let back in, but I knew there would be no point. I finally decided to make my way into the city and find some group of kids I could join. I suddenly realized how cold it was. I hurriedly pulled on my coat, hat, and gloves. I stepped onto the gravel walkway and started to walk away. I looked back at the house for one last time. Dudley's sneering face looked back at me before it was pulled away from the window and the curtains were pulled closed.

I don't know how much time had passed since my uncle had thrown me out. I had been walking for a long time. My hands were buried in my pockets and my teeth were chattering. My face was so cold it hurt.

I was walking past lots of houses. They had turned bigger and smaller. It was amazing how the houses in separate neighborhoods looked exactly the same as the other ones in that region.

I suddenly slipped on some ice. I whimpered as I fell painfully on my back. I tried to sit up but it hurt too much. I lay back down, panting.

What am I going to do? I thought. I can't even sit up!

I think I lay there for about two hours. I'm not sure, though, since I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was dark. I slowly sat up. The pain was gone. I got on my feet and kept going.

I snuck into a garage and slept in someone's car that night. It was cold but warmer than outside.

In the morning, I was woken up when I felt the car vibrating. I opened my eyes and realized with horror that someone had started the car. Apparently they had one of those things you put on your keys which, when you clicked a button, started your car for you, even if you weren't in it, because there was no one inside except me. I slid off the seat onto the floor and made myself invisible by sliding halfway under the seat.

I heard someone humming as they walked towards the car. By the sound of their voice, I realized it was a man. He opened the passenger door and put something in the seat. Probably a briefcase.

"Jennifer!" he called. "Will you take the kids to practice today? I'm going to stay late for work!"

"All right!" said a woman's voice. "Have a good day!" He closed the passenger door and climbed into the driver's seat. He opened the garage and started to drive.

Soon he stopped the car. Judging by the noise outside, I figured that we were in the city. Perfect! It saved me about a day of walking.

The man got out of the car, got his briefcase, locked the doors, and left. I waited for about five minutes before struggling out from under the backseat. I hurriedly got out of the car and ran away from it.

Once I was a safe distance away, I looked around. I was standing in front of a big building. It had shiny windows and people were walking into it, carrying briefcases. The men were all in suits and the women were mostly in black skirts and blazers.

Next to the building there was a department store. I had seen a picture of it in the newspaper. It was going out of business and there were huge sales going on. The Dursleys had been going there all week.

I walked towards it. As I got closer, I noticed two people come nervously out of the alley between the store and the café next to it. They were a man and a woman. He had black hair and she had red hair. His hair was like mine….Suddenly she grabbed his arm and said something. They ran back into the alley.

I moved forward curiously. A minute later they came back out. The only way I knew it was them was that they had the same nervous air about them. Maybe even more nervous. But I was surprised. The man now had neat brown hair down to his shoulders and the woman had blond hair that went to her chin.

I went even closer. They started to move in the other direction. I noticed the man tucking something into his pocket. I followed them. They got into a cab and I sighed. I wouldn't be able to follow them anymore…but wait! The man in front of me had just dropped his wallet. I knew it was wrong but I picked it up and cleared it out. I felt really rich all of a sudden.

I got into my own cab. I could still see the man and woman's and asked the driver to follow. We stopped at King's Cross. They got out and entered the building. I couldn't see them anymore and we were stuck in traffic. I handed some money to the driver and just jumped out there. I started running towards the building.

Inside there were people running in every direction. The trains were packed. Once I thought I saw the man and woman but they disappeared.

I ran past platform after platform, looking for them. Finally I reached the last platform. I started to go back.

Once I was at platform eight, I sat down, exhausted. I looked at the passing people. Most of them were holding coffee cups in their hands, hurrying to work.

I stood up, not sure what I was going to do. The mysterious couple had given me something to do, somewhere to go, but now I'd lost track of them.

I started walking back to the entrance. As I was walking, I saw them! We passed right by each other. I stared into their eyes…and felt a strange jolt pass through me. I shivered, not knowing why they had this effect on me. I know they felt the same; they shivered too and their eyes widened when they saw me.

They walked past and I turned on my heel and went after them. They looked back to me, but I hid behind a tall man. I don't think they saw me. We reached platform nine and they stopped. They looked around and started walking to the barrier. They were walking fast, as though they were determined to walk through it. I became alarmed. They weren't stopping. They were walking right into –

My eyes widened. They had disappeared. It was as if they actually had gone through the barrier! I ran towards it. I felt the bricks. They were solid; there was no way the couple could have walked through them. I pushed a little. My hand went through.

I had taken a chance in deciding to walk through the barrier. I don't think anyone saw me, but who knows? I saw the mysterious couple go through.

There was no reasonable explanation as to how I got through the barrier without breaking my nose. But that didn't bother me. I was taken away by the scene in front of me. A huge, scarlet train stood there, ready to leave. There was a sign above my head. It said The Hogwarts Express. The clock below it said 10:58.

Around me, and taking no notice of me, there were kids who looked like they were from 10-18. They were all chatting excitedly.

"I can't wait to spend New Year's at Hogwarts!" said one girl.

What's Hogwarts? I thought. Suddenly something caught my eye. The couple was boarding the train, obviously trying to remain unnoticed. I did the same. It wasn't hard, since I was so small.

The train was really nice. There were kids in every compartment.

I heard a loud ding! I almost fell down, because the train had started moving.

I walked down the hall way and found a door marked "wizards". I scoffed at this and pushed it open.

The bathroom was HUGE. There were changing rooms, stalls, sinks, and counters. I had no idea how this bathroom could fit on the train. It seemed impossible. Then again, I had just walked through a brick wall….

I entered one of the stalls. The prospect of sitting on a toilet for who knows how long, didn't really appeal to me. Besides, someone might need it.

I walked out of the stall and went instead into a changing room. Amazingly, there were chairs and coat hangers. I sat down on the surprisingly comfortable chair, and prepared for a long ride.

I had fallen asleep. The dream I was having was familiar, yet very different.

Dreamland….

I was in a house. It was a nice house. A very…"family" type of house. I could hear a man shouting from behind a door. I moved towards it and it fell down in front of me.

I saw a red haired woman running up the stairs, holding something in her arms. There was a black-haired man in front of me.

"Mr. Potter," I said. My voice sounded scary. Chilling and cruel. "Step aside."

"No! You won't hurt Lily or Harry. I won't let you!" The man screamed. He said something and a light came out of a stick he was holding. A wand, it looked like. I laughed as the light faded when it hit me.

"It's too bad you're so stubborn. On the one hand, it got you your wife. But it also lost you your life. Goodbye, Mr. Potter. Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" shouted the man. He dodged the curse and it hit a jar on the counter instead. The glass shattered and I growled.

"Crucio!" I said. The man fell on the floor, writhing in pain and screaming. Soon I lifted the curse. The man stood up, panting heavily.

"Crucio!" he shouted in turn. It hit me but all I felt was a little shock.

"I must admit, you put up a good fight, Mr. Potter," I heard myself say. "However, as much as I'd love to stay here and duel properly, I really have no more time to waste. Avada Kedavra."He fell to the floor, eyes wide. I heard sobbing from upstairs. I started up them.

A door slammed upstairs. When I reached it, I opened it. The red haired woman stood there.

"Mrs. Potter," I said. "Please, move aside."

"No! Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything -"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" I shouted.

"No! I'll never let you have him!" My heart went out to her. But for some reason, I still wanted to cause her pain. I wanted to kill her and her baby, even though, somehow, I knew it was me. Was I inside someone else's body? I was telling her she would be spared; but I knew I would kill her no matter if she stepped aside or not.

"You are stubborn as well. Do you want to end up like your husband? Like this?" I said and waved my own wand. A picture of the man, lying dead on the floor, appeared. She started crying again. So did her baby.

"Now, let me have him!"

"No! No matter what you do or say, I will not let you kill my son!" I felt angry. But I was sad. I was fighting against the emotions of another human's whose body I was in. It's hard to explain.

I raised my wand, involuntarily. I knew she was about to die; I wanted it, but I didn't. I couldn't do anything about it, though; I had no control over my body. The body I was in, I mean.

"Avada Kedavra!" I shouted. She fell on the floor, like her husband. I walked to the crying baby. I shouted the curse again. But he didn't die. No. I died.

Leaving dreamland….

I woke with a jolt as someone rapped on the door.

"Is someone in there?"

"Yeah!" I called weakly. I heard the person going away to find a different changing room.

I had just seen my parents' deaths. All in one dream. Only this time, it was worse. Much worse. Because I was their killer.