A/N: I'm sorry. This chapter is horrible. I only just woke up about an hour ago, but I really felt like writing. I hope this explains a few more things than confuses you...what a badly constructed sentence. Anyways, review and tell me how to improve this chapter, because, let's face it, it needs work.
All a Dream
Chapter 5
"I remember using that wand in Charms class," reminisced James. "I got into much more trouble in Charms than in any other subject."
"This was your wand?" Harry responded.
"Yeah. That Ollivander's a strange bloke, isn't he," Ron butted in. "He nearly screamed at me for taking care of your wand."
"Another thing," said Harry. "Why did you have custody of my wand? It's not like I'd lose it or anything."
"In your dream, you broke your wand. You didn't use it for a long time, but you kept on waving your hand like there was a wand there. We figured, since you weren't using it, and some of your actions were getting violent – you knocked over your bedside table once, struggling to get away from something – that it would be better if Ron took care of your wand before you actually broke it, or it got lost under the bed and swept up," explained Lily.
Harry looked at his mother, no indication of understanding in his expression.
"I used my wand?"
"Yes, dear, you had to have it in your hand to be able to learn magic."
"..."
"We schooled you here, right?" said James.
"Mmhmm."
"So when you were in class, we put your wand within easy reach. You'd pick it up whenever you needed it. There were times, usually near the end of the school year, where you'd scream in pain, but you'd only let go of your wand when you fell unconscious. Those were times when you were fighting Voldemort or something. A lot more screaming happened in your fourth year, at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Your wand was always close to you, but during the times at the Dursley's you rarely used it. And there were a few months this year when you barely used it. Occasionally, you'd pick it up as if examining it, but you didn't use it."
"The way you're explaining it, it sounds like I was kind of in a constant REM cycle," said Harry, slightly embarrassed.
"Pretty much," answered his mum. "You were living in a constant dream."
From there, Harry and Ron decided to go get some tea, and then go visit the Burrow. Lily and James would "check out" of St. Mungo's and head home.
A/N: Two points:
-A REM cycle is "rapid eye movement". It's the time when you sleep that your brain processes information, and it's also the time when you dream.
-I'm sorry about the suck-ish-ness of this chapter. The next chapter will be up later today, when I'm fully conscious.
