Chapter 13:

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Meaning anything you recognize from the books isn't mine.

To Irianna Marie: I am not planning to make Dudley magical in this story, in my opinion it wouldn't fit in. But I like the idea and I may write another story with a magical Dudley once I finished my other stories. I hope you continue to enjoy this story.

Thanks again for all the attention this story receives, I treasure every review, follow and favourite. Here you go.

Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face, the prank they played on Piers still fresh in his mind. His sleep however was disturbed by nightmares.

Harry was back in the toy store, where he had spent many happy hours with Dudley and Uncle Vernon. In fact he still did. He looked around in wonder. A wonder any child would feel surrounded by toys.

Harry moved through the rows, toys piling up on either side. Suddenly the path narrowed. Harry had no choice but to continue forward. Quickly reached the end of the row. A big wall blocked his path and in front of the wall was only one thing – the wizard Harry wanted to have, when he was only three years old.

The scenery changed, as Harry's memories entered the dream. Again his Uncle was towering over him, while he held the wizard.

"NO!", his Uncle almost shouted at him, his eyes hard.

Harry felt utterly confused and was at the verge of tears. What had gotten into his Uncle?

Dudley looked on curious.

Young as he was, Harry still noticed the effort it took his Uncle to calm down.

"No", Uncle Vernon said again in a calmer voice. "Harry, pick something else."

The scenery changed again, they were back home.

"You got the teddy, didn't you? Don't you like it?", his uncle tried to distract Harry – to no avail.

"I do like it", the little boy confessed, hugging the teddy more tightly. "But I orig … originally chose the wizard!"

His uncle was silent for a while. Then, as if sharing a secret he leaned nearer to Harry, who was nestled in his arms comfortably.

"I don't like wizards, but don't tell anyone!", he whispered.

"I'm sorry, I don't like clowns. They are creepy, you know?", Harry told him.

Then after a little pause he added: „I am a wizard, but I am not creepy, am I?"

Uncle Vernon's eyes widened. He quickly let go of the boy. Harry landed on the floor in a heap.

Teary eyed he watched his Uncle edge away, till he faded in the distance.

Harry groaned a little and shifted about. Somewhere deep inside he knew he was dreaming. He now remembered the incident at the toy store, even if it had ended differently. Harry desperately wished to wake up. He wanted to assure himself his Uncle still loved him. He was the only father-figure he had. But something kept him from waking.

The scenery changed again.

He was a big house, with fluffy carpets. There was a feeling of security about his whole surrounding. On the floor there was lying a long wooden stick. Harry grabbed it, trying to wave it around in patterns.

"Put that away, darling", a woman's voice said. The voice made Harry feel more safe than he ever had in his short live. Instinctively he recognized his mother.

"He will make a great wizard one day", a man laughed. A laugh that made Harry tingle with happiness. His father!

"I am sure he will!", the woman agreed, sounding proud.

Suddenly there was a flash of green light and the woman and the man where gone. Darkness was all that was left behind and high, cackling laughter.

Harry awoke covered in sweat to Dudley shaking him.

Dudley had been terrified. The ruckus from Harry's had woken him and he had gone to look after his adopted brother. When he entered, Harry had been trashing about, tangled up in his blanket. Dudley had been frantically trying to wake the younger boy from his nightmares for a few minutes, before he finally opened his eyes.

Harry stared around wildly for a few seconds, terrified and confused. Then his eyes finally fixed on Dudley and recognition dawned in them. For a second they looked at each other, than Harry started shivering forcefully. Dudley took that as an invitation and entered the bed, cradling the slightly smaller boy to his chest, trying to warm him. After a few minutes Harry stopped shivering.

"Thank you", he whispered barely audible.

"Bad dream?", Dudley asked him.

"Yeah", Harry replied.

"Want to tell me about it?"

Harry thought for a moment if he ought to share his dream with his cousin, but then he decided to trust him. After all they were basically brothers!

Harry told him about his dream, but consciously left the part about his parents out.

"I don't think Dad would leave you, if he found out", Dudley told him, instinctively knowing, what bothered the other boy.

Harry only shrugged, clearly not convinced.

"It doesn't matter, though!", Dudley tried to cheer him up. "You are not a real wizard yet, as you haven't gone to that school. And we decided to hide your gift, meaning you won't ever be, so Dad has no reason to leave you", he argued.

Harry shrugged again, noncommittally.

In secret he wasn't so sure about that anymore. In his dream his parents had wanted him to be a wizard. They had sounded as if it would make them proud. Harry wanted to make his parents proud, but he didn't want to lose his brother or his foster parents! It seemed like an impossible choice.

Dudley noticed Harry was still pondering his dream and decided to distract him.

"So, ickle, little Harrykins is afraid of clowns?", he teased his younger brother.

"Prat", Harry countered, throwing a pillow at Dudley.

Soon they were involved in a vicious, but silent pillow fight (after all it was night and the Dursley's were sleeping).

Not even half an hour later they fell asleep, completely exhausted. All thoughts of Harry's dream forgotten – for now...

Please review, it makes me really happy. What do you think about Harry's dream?

P.S. I know Harry was in his bed, when his parents died, it is only snippets of long forgotten memories coming back to Harry in sleep (if that makes any sense...)