Disclaimer: I'm afraid that my limited brain capacity would never allow me to produce such a wonderful concept as Harry Potter, nor would my finances allow me to buy him. Therefore, I regretfully state that I own neither Harry Potter, nor any other characters that you may recognize. I'm not even sure if I own the plot.
Note: I'm assuming that you already know the basic story of Harry Potter from books 1 through 5.
'Italics' stand for thoughts/letters or text
Chapter Eight: Dreams Can Come True
Day Two, Afternoon:
When Harry woke to find only Remus and Dumbledore in the room, he was immensely relieved. "Professor!" he exclaimed. "I had the most incredible dream!" Then, he took a closer look at his surroundings, saw the dark clothing he was wearing, and winced. His face fell and he softly muttered, "It wasn't a dream, was it?"
"No, Harry, it wasn't." Remus sat down next to the teen and studied him carefully. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. Remus, where's Sirius? I swear, I saw him…and my mum."
"Well, as you said, you are in another world," Dumbledore said gently. "Both Sirius and your parents are alive here. Am I correct in assuming that you were close to Sirius in your own world?"
Harry nodded. "He was the closest person to a father figure that I had."
Sirius couldn't stand the sadness in his godson's eyes. Lifting the Disillusionment Charm on himself, he dashed to Harry's side and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm right here, Harry."
James and Lily revealed themselves as well. Their son stared at them for a long moment and no one spoke. Finally, Harry stood up, sliding out of his godfather's grasp, and slowly reached out to his parents.
Unable to wait any longer, they pulled him into a hug. He stiffened slightly, but then relaxed, only to jump again when the door opened to admit a young girl with long black hair and hazel eyes. She gaped at them in shock.
Lily grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. "Harry, this is your sister, Marigold. Mari, your brother's on our side now."
The siblings studied each other for a few seconds. Then, Mari flung herself at Harry, who staggered backward into James, knocking him into Lily. Tangled together, they tumbled to the floor, and, for the first time in 15 years, the Potter family was completely reunited.
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Day Two, Afternoon:
After a moment, Harry pulled back and straightened, wiping a little moisture his eyes. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he muttered.
His sister gave him a puzzled look. "I thought you served You-Know-Who."
"Er, Mari, there's something we need to explain to you," James interrupted. "There was an…accident, and somehow, the Harry from this world and the Harry from another world kind of…switched bodies."
"Huh? Switched bodies? What do you mean?"
"Well, Harry grew up in an entirely different way. He knows what's happened here, but he didn't personally experience it. You can't blame him for how his other self acted."
Mari frowned, then asked curiously, "Do I exist in the other world?"
"No," Harry replied softly. "In my world, Mum and Dad died, so they never had you." It felt a little strange to say 'Mum' and 'Dad,' but he liked the sensation. He just wished he could have said it more when he was younger.
Sirius decided to break up the somewhat somber mood. "So, Harry, tell us about your world. Do you have a special someone?"
Remus and James couldn't help but laugh as Harry turned bright red. "Um…not really."
"Are you sure?"
"Leave the poor boy alone," Lily said with a shake of her head. She gave Harry another hug, whispering in his ear, "I don't care if you're from another world, you're still my son and I love you."
The words meant more to Harry than anything he had ever heard before.
Dumbledore sat on the bed, forgotten in the joyful reunion. 'This couldn't have happened at a better time,' he thought. 'Harry's apparent change of loyalties is just the thing to boost morale, especially after all of Voldemort's attacks. Not to mention, I haven't seen Lily this happy since before Harry was kidnapped. They need each other, James too. And this will give young Miss Potter a chance to have a brother. Ah, I love it when things work out perfectly.'
But of course, life is never perfect.
