It's All a Dream, Chapter 4

By Allison Costa (chicadoodle)

Harry Potter Fanfiction

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I know, I know, such a long wait, and for this? I have quite a bit more written, but I need that to be it's own chapter, because of all the plot information that's going to be coming out. Enjoy!

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Harry leaned back in his hospital bed with a heartfelt sigh, watching as the nurse took some of the blood from the IV in his arm. James sat slumped in a chair next to his bed, watching Harry with a worried frown.

"Who was that?" harry asked, head tilted toward the older man, eyes already heavy and drooping.

James merely smiled sadly, running his fingers through his son's tousled hair.

When he didn't respond, Harry merely frowned, sinking l ower in to the bed and idly fiddling with the IV in his arm.

"Come on, don't play with that." James commanded softly, brushing his son's hand to the side. Harry merely sighed in frustration, shifting in the bed to become more comfortable.

Watching as his son turned his head away toward the window, James have a heartfelt sigh before returning to run his fingers through Harry's jet black hair.

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When Harry woke up again, he was alonein the hospital room, only a bedside lamp giving off anylight.

Moving carefully on his side, he stared out the window, at the tiny lights of cars on the nearby highway.

He wanted all of this to be true. He wanted James and Lily to be real, and alive. He wanted this hospital, these nice people to be real. He wanted it so badly, he could almost taste it.

But he was scared, too. Scared to hope, scared that he wouldn't survive that dissappointment. He'd never known his parents before, so there had never really been anything to miss. But now, to get to know them only to have them ripped away again? he couldn't survive that.

Blinking against the sudden wetness in his eyes, Harry drew in a shaky breath, before glancing sharply over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening quietly.

James stood there, a small smile on his lips as he watched his son, his head cocked slightly to the side.

"Why aren't you asleep?" James whispered, setting his coffee on the bedside table and easing in to his seat. He'd just called Lily, and let her know he'd be spending the night here. She was supposed to come by tomorrow, with a batch of Harry's favourite double-chocolate-chunk chocolate chip cookies.

Harry shifted back over on to his back, watching James with a blank expression. Just as James as about to ask what was wrong, however, Harry spoke up.

"Are you real? Th-this isn't some kind of sick joke, right? y-you aren't gon-gonna just dissappear, or leave me again, right?"

James breath caught in his throat, before he gathered him close, soothing the trembling boy. "I'm not going anywhere, buddy. And neither are you."