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Discalimer: I own nothing related to Harry Potter. It all goes to J.K. Rowling. sighs though I do own the fantasies that happen in my head. .

Post HBP. It started out when we tried to guess the name of the 6th book. One name stuck and this is what emerged. I suck at summaries, but please give it a chance. Always looking for help and betas!

What happens when Harry's dreams become more of a reality than his life at Hogwarts? Which one is real?

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Half Baked Pizza

Ch. 2

"Harry! Mate! It's time to get up!"

"Ron, don't talk so loudly. He's unconscious, not deaf!"

"Sorry, 'Mione. Guess I'm a little more anxious than I thought."

Harry's eyes fluttered open straining to make the blurry figures darting around in front of his vision. The shock of red was definitely Ron's, while the brown blur on the right would be Hermione's.

"Guys, not so loud please. Some of us are in the hospital wing for a reason, you know."

"Oh Harry!" The brown blur promptly tackled him while he fought to locate his glasses.

"Hermione: glasses, air. Not necessarily in that order."

"Oh sorry, here." She handed him his wire frames and suddenly everything became clear. "Are you okay, Harry? You kept talking in your sleep. Something about Vernon and your dad."

Hermione looked down blushing, knowing she was probably intruding on a private moment. Ron turned away, looking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Looking between both, Harry sighed and laid back down to get more comfortable.

"Nothing to get really worried about 'Mione," he adjusted his glasses and ran a hand through the unruly mess known as his hair, "To be honest it was more of a nightmare than a dream. Any dream that concerns the Dursleys is horrible by my standards, but thanks Hermione, Ron."

He gave them a weak smile and Hermione leaned down to embrace him in a tight hug. At that moment, the doors to the hospital wing burst open to let in Ginny, Neville and Luna. Surrounded by his friends, Harry never noticed the one person in the room looking at him with utter hatred in his eyes.

"Okay dears, Harry needs his rest now. The sooner he gets sleep, the sooner he gets out of here."

"Oh but Poppy…" Harry tuned to the healer with pleading eyes and pouted. From previous experiences, he knew that the woman held a soft spot in her heart for him, especially since she had been helping him since second year with private healing lessons. He was a fast learner, but he swore that she would never find out why he needed those lessons so bad.

"Mr. Potter, if you are to leave my presence within the next twenty-four hours, you will sleep, and you…" she turned to look at the students that plagued her hospital ward. "You all will do well to return to your common rooms before I inform your Head of Houses why you are determined to miss lunch." Gulping, the students nodded and headed out, leaving Harry alone for a moment with the healer before she handed him a vial. Sighing, he swallowed the potion. As the effects of the dreamless sleep took effect, Harry wondered briefly about the location of a few certain people that he desperately needed to talk to.

Stretching, Harry opened his eyes, rubbing the last bit of sleep out of them. Reaching to the bedside table, he grabbed his glasses and put them on. Red hair came into his vision again, as well as green eyes. His green eyes. Harry looked up, shocked by the figure before him.

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"James! He's awake!" Lily moved to embrace her son, "Harry, sweet, you fainted."

"Mum…" Harry held onto her tightly, crying quietly against her shirt. Harry took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of his mother. Vanilla and Cinnamon, that's what my mother smelled like. Content for the moment, he leaned back.

"Oh Harry, did you have that dream again?" Lily looked at him worriedly, biting her bottom lip. As she opened her mouth to say something, James Potter burst through the door, followed by Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

"Harry! Son, are you okay?" He looked towards Lily and they shared a questioning look. That went unnoticed, however, as Harry made a startling leap from his bed to embrace the other two people standing in the doorway.

"Remus! Sirius!" Harry began to cry again as he hugged onto them. "I thought I would never see you guys again. Please…" Harry's voice dropped to a whisper, "Please don't leave again Sirius."

The silence in the room was deafening, until Lily sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh Harry, you did have that dream again. I had hoped that it had stopped for good this time. Harry, love… Sirius never left."

Harry froze as he slowly absorbed the words his mother's words. "Wait, what dream are you talking about Mum?"

"The one about the magic school Harry. That one… Hog… Hog-something. You had these dreams last year about this time. Only you were crying because you had thought Sirius had died."

No it wasn't a dream. I remember… All of them. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna… They were just in here talking to me with Madame Pomfrey.

"Mum…" Harry turned to look at his parents. "I'm sorry Mum, but this is the dream." Sighing he started towards them only to be grabbed by Sirius and pinched hard on the arm.

"Ow! Sirius that hurt!"

"Exactly." Smirking he wrapped an arm around Remus and leaned his head on the shorter man's shoulder.

"Sirius Black, I know you like to be blunt but you're not helping right now." James moved over and hit his friend playfully.

Using the moment of distraction, Harry walked to the other side of the room. If it's a dream, that shouldn't of hurt. But if this is not a dream, and I know Hogwarts is not a dream, which is real? Harry studied the pictures that decorated the walls. Harry and his parents were in many of them, but some included Remus and Sirius, giving a hint as to how close they were. Other pictures had Ron and Hermione, as well as people he knew from Hogwarts. Leaning closer, Harry traced a picture of himself that must have been taken only a few years ago. In the picture, Harry hung of the shoulders of Ron and Hermione, smiling happily and no scar in sight. Reaching up, he felt his head and was relieved to feel the smooth design of his scar. Warm arms wrapped around him and hugged him tight.

"It's okay to not remember love. It was an awful day for all of us. We thought we had lost you to that maniac. We're lucky that you left us clues. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you to that madman."

"Lily, it's okay now, remember? They executed Voldemort over two years ago. He can't hurt us again." James kissed his wife softly and wiped away her tears. "Let's be thankful that all Harry got was that scar. He could have lost a lot more."

A cold rush of panic seized Harry and he slumped numbly to the floor. Voldemort had been killed two years ago here, but at Hogwarts he had returned two years ago. It couldn't have been a coincidence, it was just too perfect.

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Unlocking the door to his flat was a bit harder than he had anticipated. Loaded with his arms full of bags, turning the key was trickier than he could ever have imagined. Sighing, Drake Evans set his bags down on a table and began to put things away. Contemplating on whether or not he was truly hungry, Drake put the container of food in the refrigerator for a snack later. Right now he wanted to sleep. Every part of his body was punishing him for trying to do all the last minute errands after work.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Drake made his way to his bed and the comfort he craved. Going through his thoughts, he repeated everything that he remembered from the night before. Finally satisfied, he turned on his side and closed his eyes. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he lost consciousness and fell blissfully asleep.

"Draco, time to your lazy ass out of bed. You got a call from the Potters!" Stretching, Draco got out of bed and grabbed the cordless phone on his dresser while rummaging through his drawers for something to where. "This is Draco," he muttered sleepily through a yawn.

"Draco? It's Sirius. I'm over at Harry's house and we have a slight problem. It seems that Harry's relapsed again. We really need you over here, if you can make it. You're the closest to him and you always get him out of whatever he's in."

Draco smiled softly at the words before pulling his clothes out for the day. "Okay Sirius, give me twenty minutes and I'll be there." Draco hung up and made his way out into the hall before calling downstairs, "Dad? I'm going to shower and go to Harry's. He's relapsed again."

Lucius looked up at him from the bottom of the stairs, sipping from his coffee mug. "Okay, just be careful." Nodding, Draco went to get ready.

Walking down the street, Draco repeated all the information he had in his head. Harry's mother and father are Lily and James Potter. There's Remus Lupin, the werewolf from Hogwarts, and Sirius Black, the deranged killer. Don't bring up Quidditch, Dumbledore, Snape, Hogwarts and especially not Voldemort. Smiling softly he pulled out a notebook from his shoulder bag and wrote down a few notes, noticing that even in this world he still had his elegant scrawl.

It had come as a slight surprise when he woke up in a Muggle version of his life, but Draco was not one to question a good opportunity. He had learned enough about Muggles to get by and when he made an odd comment, he just said that he wasn't feeling well that day. After a week of the same occurrence, Draco began keeping journals in both this world and his own. It helped him settle into this other life and he looked forward to coming here. Here in this world, there was no magic. No Death Eaters, no war. The only Voldemort had been executed almost two years ago after he took the local middle school hostage. Here, he and Harry were never enemies. Draco Malfoy had never been happier in his life.

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