Chapter 10 - Dreams of a Far Away World

"Life is like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you stop pedaling." - Claude Pepper

"Goodbye Potter…for some time."

Harry woke with a shock. She felt the cold floor beneath her hands. Opening her eyes, she looked at the world around her.

'Where am I?' Harry asked to what seemed...nobody.

Harry got up and again looked around the world around her, noticing for the first time that it was sort of hazy. Where am I? Harry asked herself. The surroundings showed a kitchen, which looked unused for some time. The cooking pans on the stove and the spoons laying around waiting around to be used, were, rather gathering dust. Harry then noticed a window, and looking out of it, she saw the dark sky. The night, or evening Harry didn't really know, was very cloudy which gave her the feeling that something bad was going to happen today.

Then for the first time, Harry heard voices, walking closer to the entrance to the kitchen, Harry figured that there were three voices, a man's, a woman's and a baby's. Walking out the door, Harry came up to the faces of two people that she strained to know.

James and Lily Potter.

As if noticing her, James stood up form the couch and turned to face Harry, as if he knew that she was here.

"1-uh-sorry-," Harry stammered.

Still staring at Harry at the entrance to the kitchen, James spoke, "You know Lily I just have this gut feeling that something is going to happen today..." Harry's father trailed off, clearly not seeing Harry standing right in front of him.

They couldn't see her? It was then that Harry saw the faint blurs in the edges of her vision and the world seemed to be in a white haze also. This made it almost feel...trance like, as if she were in a dream.

"Shh, don't worry James, we made the right choice, Voldemort will never suspect Peter." Lily comforted James.

That's it she was in a dream. Nobody could listen to her, nor see her.

"I know, Lily. It's just-," James was interrupted by the front door slamming down.

Both Harry and James rushed out to meet the uninvited guest. Running the corner Harry came to face a half dozen people in black robes and another in a blood red robe.

Voldemort sneered, "Why, hello again James."

The image slowly faded, "NO! Bring it back! I want to see!" She screamed to none.

Another hazy imaged appeared. Harry was standing on a mound of dirt, rain was pouring down from the pitch black clouds above her. Harry looked around at what seemed to be a battle field around her. People lay on the ground, some stock still some moving around in pain. Most of the bodies were heaps of blood and un-neatly cut up flesh and blood, others were bodies missing arms, legs, heads, the top half, bottom half. As Harry was walking, she even saw a head still moaning and its lips moving, as if the person, or the head that was left, was trying to say something. Harry kept on walking and encountered some heaps of flesh that seemed to have been put in a blender, whole and live, and cut up into pieces.

Harry reached a person bent over a dead body who was slowly sobbing, "...please, James, come back. Why did you have to go? You are all of me. Please come back? Why you? WHY YOU? Please come back..." The redhead whispered. Harry walked up to the dead corpse, and found her dead father's hazel eyes staring back at her. Harry turned back to what she believed to be her mother, and went to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, only to find out that her hand went right through.

Of course, this is a vision. But of what? Certainly not from the past, as far as Harry knew, her father had died at Godric's Hollow. Harry frowned and decided to take that up later. Then as soon as she stopped thinking, Harry came to see that Hope, Gawain and Lancelot were walking up to her, Merlin leading them.

"Merlin, can you hear me?" Harry asked the old man.

If Merlin had heard Harry, he was blatantly ignoring her, because he was right now kneeling down with Lily and was comforting her. Lily then nodded slowly and got up with Merlin and they slowly walked away, the image fading out as they did. Harry then got one last look at her father in person, knowing that she will never get to know the man, looking back up Harry came to know that that same will be with her mother.

The image faded out and another faded back in, this time Harry was in something in sorts of a muggle train station. The station was in the same state as the field before, only this time, it was careless, innocent muggles lying in pools of their own blood.

By god, what happened...

So many people dead, Harry mused that this could be nearly a tenth of London laying right before her.

A bright flash of light interrupted her thoughts and Harry turned around and saw her mother kneeling down to a lying Hope. For a few moments Hope's body was glowing white and the light shot up to the ceiling of the station and came back down crashing into her mother, who was now absorbing the light in some way.

Then again, the image started fading out, which was really starting to get annoying now and Harry ended up seeing perfectly now and was looking at the endless color of blue that surrounded herself.

"I hope that you keep in mind what you just saw, Harry." Harry spun around and found a figure in the blueness.

"Atomos?" Harry asked.

"Yes it's me, Harry."

"What was all that."

"You will know when the time comes, for now just keep them in mind." Atomos strangely replied.

"But can you at least tell me where they are from?" Harry asked.

"For now, all you need to know is that they were from a far away world."

"But Atomos-" Harry started.

"Do you trust me?" Atomos inquired.

Trust you? That was one thing that Harry had not thought of, funny how fast life goes if you don't think. Thinking for a moment, Harry answered, "Yes, I do."

"Then just do as I say."

Her eyes snapped open and almost lost they power when the sun outside the window screamed at her.

Window?

Harry turned around and found herself in a room with a door and a couple of windows.

"It seems that our most rather stubborn patient has awoken." Harry turned slightly to see the face of an Albus Dumbledore. But this is not the same headmaster as she knew, the one in front of her seemed rather...younger.

Dumbledore smiled and held up the envelope Harry's Dumbledore had given her before the battle, "I must say Ms. Potter, you lifeline is rather interesting."