Hey Everyone... I'm back with Chapter 108!

This one's a little different, buckle in and get ready to dive deep! Enjoy!

Dudley smirked as he commented on not wanting to be the fifth wheel and left. However, right before he left, he yelled at the top of his voice to his mother, about the plans Harry had with Hermione now that they were going to be alone in Harry's room.

Petunia's loud voice immediately reached Harry's ears as he cursed at the conveniently unavailable Dudley and glanced at Hermione. "Aunt Petunia, we are not doing anything," he yelled back in response as the couple continued walking upstairs.

And just like he knew would happen, he heard Aunt Petunia's voice asking him to keep the door wide open.

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Harry opened his mouth a little feeling her lips push into him. It was the best feeling he had ever experienced. His hands roamed around her back, caressing her silky smooth skin surging a whole new feeling inside him, something he had never felt before. In a quick motion, Harry grabbed Hermione and effortlessly found himself on top of her. Harry stared at her eyes, beautiful and captivating, he didn't want to take his eyes off her. His eyes darted a little down, to her slightly swollen lips. Harry quickly kissed her without giving another thought, and she reacted with a soft moan, turning him on even more.

Harry turned his head around, momentarily, towards the floor and his eyes fell on the discarded clothes, lying sprayed on the floor. Eagerly, he glanced back at a blushing Hermione and started kissing her again, this time, a lot more slowly, savouring each moment.

The moment was too powerful, too stimulating to control his movements and desires. Harry paused his sensual assault on Hermione's lips and turned his attention, kissing her cheek and began a slow descent down her, taking in the scent of her body as he caressed her neck with his lips. He stopped momentarily, glancing at Hermione who had her eyes closed, kissed her neck a little more strongly, and finished with a tiny bite making her arch her back slightly.

Harry's eyes darted down now and then, and his excitement grew to no bounds. He wanted to savour every second, yet couldn't wait to take the next step.

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Harry was sound asleep but he felt a big smile appear on his face as he felt Hermione sleeping peacefully, their skin touching each other in more than a few places. She was almost resting on top of him, her head was on his chest while half her body lay beside him on the bed, her right leg lay comfortably over him while she had her right arm completely over him. It was blissful.

For a moment, his thoughts went elsewhere, to his best friends. As Harry opened his eyes, it fell on Daisy, standing right in front of them. She was shyly staring at them, smirking slightly. Terrified momentarily, Harry glanced down at his body and heaved a sigh of relief when he realised that both of them were completely covered by the sheets.

"How did you get in here?" asked Harry, unamused.

Daisy started laughing.

After a moment, she apologised and started teasing the couple instead. Harry's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment but it was also fun. He missed Daisy whenever he was at Hogwarts, and looked forward to resuming their friendly banter whenever the breaks neared.

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He was seated at the dining table, famished. He had Hermione and Dudley sitting on one side of him and Daisy on the other with Aunt Petunia sitting opposite him. He had a strong urge to have something sweet and glanced at his plate to find a small but delicious stack of pancakes along with another plate of French toast.

Harry began tucking into his breakfast ravenously. It was a scrumptious meal paired with happy times. It was all laughs at the table, with Dudley and Daisy pulling each other's legs, Harry re-enacting Hermione's eager behaviour at school and Hermione unapologetically telling everyone the history of magic and the history of Hogwarts.

Now, only one person was missing there. As Harry began wondering about him, Ron walked in through the door and arrived with the biggest smile. The joy on Daisy's face on seeing him was a sight to see. It felt like he had everything in his life.

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Harry swam fiercely in the lake, surrounded by all his friends. Dudley was leading the race between the five of them, closely followed by Daisy while Harry, Ron and Hermione lagged a little behind. Within a matter of seconds, Harry caught up with Dudley and Daisy. He glided in the water effortlessly and as the end of the lake, also the halfway point approached, he pushed himself. He desperately wanted to defeat Dudley. As he watched, Dudley seemed to slow down momentarily, helping Harry take the lead.

Harry was the first to touch the end and begin the return journey, shortly followed by Daisy and Dudley, and then finally Ron and Hermione. Harry took a quick peek behind at Ron and Hermione and immediately heard Ron's voice.

"You won't get near me, Weasley," thought Harry.

Harry heard increased splashing sounds from all four of them and glided ahead quickly.

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He was almost at the finish line, Dudley and Daisy were almost level with him. He was only a few strokes, a couple of seconds away from winning the race... time seemed to slow down, and Harry found himself getting past the finish line and also saw Daisy and Dudley doing the same.

In almost an instant, there was a loud row between the three of them, arguing about who was the winner. The five of them had gathered right at the spot where the tiny strip of beach collided with the waters. Ron insisted that Daisy and Harry had reached together, while Hermione remained neutral to everyone.

In the end, the five of them found themselves aiming balls of wet sand at each other, playing beach volleyball, and chasing each other along the lake shore endlessly, reminding him of how he used to play with Daisy and Dudley when he was younger.

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All five of them were relaxing, lying on the beach, having just finished their picnic lunches. A couple of them had dozed off, but Harry was awake and was lying peacefully.

Suddenly, memories from Hogwarts flashed by in front of his eyes. Training with White the unforgivable curses came to his mind, and the ridiculously magical and sophisticated suitcase belonging to Professor White awed him. However, quickly the scene seemed to change, turning to one in the Headmaster's office. Harry remembered talking to Professor Dumbledore about Horcruxes.

Something was wrong, it didn't make sense to him. Harry suddenly felt tense and worried. He tried to remember what happened next, but couldn't, the only thing he could, was feel sad and anxious... and really angry.

Harry heard a voice and turned around. He saw a big fire in front of him and people sitting around it, chanting something he couldn't quite understand.

And then Harry heard another voice, this one Hermione's, calling his name. As Harry turned back around, the scene turned into the serene beach once again and his eyes fell on a smiling Hermione. And he felt happy once again.

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Harry was on the broom, Fred and George in his team and Charlie, Bill and Ron were in the team opposite him. Harry was playing as the Seeker as well as the Chaser while his adversary, Charlie did the same. Fred and George were the Beaters and the Keepers of the team while Bill and Ron did the same for their team.

The Weasleys liked to play a different version of Quidditch, a "No rules" version. The only predominant difference from the original being that any and all fouls were allowed, as long as the opponent wasn't severely injured. Another difference was that they could target anyone specifically, trying to knock them out, something that wasn't "allowed" in the official quidditch game, but teams got away with it all the time.

After playing all afternoon, the boys had completed about 4 games in total with Harry catching the snitch thrice and losing out to Charlie once. It had been a nice game of quidditch, and a breezy afternoon that seemed to go in no time. It was nice spending time at the Burrow, Mr and Mrs Weasley were always gracious hosts and didn't even make him feel like he was their guest.

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There was a heated and loud discussion in the dining room of the Order's headquarters, 12, Grimmauld Place. It was a crowded evening for every seat of the long wooden table stood taken.

There was a section of wizards who wanted to remain in the shadows, conservative while there was another section that wanted to take the attack to Voldemort. Harry's eyes searched through the room. He could see beside him, Sirius, Remus and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Auror seated in one corner of the table. Mr and Mrs Weasley along with Hermione, Daisy, Ron and the Weasley brothers were seated spread across the other end.

Harry wondered what Daisy was doing there, but his eyes immediately fell on Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor White, Mad-eye Moody and Tonks sitting in a row opposite him.

Something was wrong, he tried to picture everyone in the room. Somebody was missing, but Harry couldn't remember who it was.

And then it came to him. Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore was missing. Harry asked everyone where he was, but none of them seemed to notice him asking and were engrossed in their discussion.

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Harry was sitting inside a quaint cafe, tucked away in a quiet corner, the aroma of freshly brewed tea tempting him to grab a cuppa. The unusually empty cafe painted a dull picture otherwise. Soon, he found himself settling down with a steaming cup. While he took small sips, trying to enjoy the warm and cosy drink, he didn't quite feel it inside him. He missed having people around him.

Harry stared around briefly and found that the earlier empty cafe now was filled with people, the energy in there spreading. Soon, just like he wanted, the doors of the cafe opened and in walked Hermione. Her eyes searched for his and found it.

As Harry began enjoying his tea, he found Hermione worried and tense. She told him all of her worries and sorrows, and he listened to them without interrupting.

After a while, he started consoling her, calming her down. He loved that he was able to be her heart and ears, while she was his brain and everything else.

But, however hard Harry tried, he couldn't convince himself that he was leading a happy life anymore. Everyone around him seemed unhappy, stressed and worried. It was like they were all waiting for an impending doom. But his head told him to be happy, and it didn't make sense anymore.

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Harry was lying down on his bed, all of his body on the soft mattress except for his head which was supported by Daisy's lap. She was reading a book, a gripping fiction as she'd term it. Harry was quietly staring at the ceiling, his thoughts awry. He had this feeling of impending doom and like always he felt the weight of the world bore down on him, pressing, suffocating him. Slowly, he felt Daisy's eyes dart towards him, sensing his troubled mind, wondering why he seemed down.

Harry started to pour out his heart to her. All his fears, worries and insecurities escaped him in the form of words and emotions and reached Daisy's ears. It felt liberating like never before. Harry had a lot of emotions inside him, all piled up and festering like a sore.

All the while, Harry felt Daisy's hands play with his hair, occasionally playing with his spectacles even. Harry got a familiar sense of comfort seep into him, assuring him that she would be with him, that everyone would be with him all the way, having his back.

And then he felt Daisy say something, telling him that he was strong, that he was powerful.

Just then, Harry got flashes of memories, hearing the prophecy in Dumbledore's pensieve, all the moments he sat wondering its implications. And once again he felt that weird sensation, like he couldn't trust what was happening around him. He heard faint voices around him, even though there was no one else in the room.

Daisy seemed to quickly take his attention away as she broke into an excited bundle of happiness. Harry felt a little happiness seep into him, an effect Daisy had on him in abundance. However, even that seemed like a stopgap reaction.

Harry started to take in the duality of everything around him, the hypocrisy of his mind worrying him and forcing him to be happy at the same time. He tried to think back to how he found himself there, inside his room, lying on Daisy.

Somehow, Harry couldn't quite place it. It all felt normal and real, yet he was uncertain about it. He tried to trace his thoughts back far enough and all he got were fragments of memories, all with one or more of his friends, his loved ones. It seemed like an age since he had left Hogwarts.

Hogwarts... Harry tried to think about his school. However hard he tried, he couldn't remember how the year had ended. His OWLs were supposed to be the most important exams of his life up until then, yet he had no recollection of them.

Harry was living his life in fast-forward. No, he was living a fragmented life, one with a lot of moments, but none of which had any start or finish, just a continuous stream of smaller moments. And he desperately wanted to fill in the gaps.

And once again, as Harry started to get a grasp of his reality or the illusion he was under, he felt pulled back into it. Harry was now at Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, surrounded by all of his friends. A sumptuous meal stared him in the face while sounds of laughter hit his ears.

He had everyone around him, Hermione, Cedric, Ron, Daisy, Neville, Draco, Daphne, Luna, Colin, Seamus and Dean. As he turned his head to the other side, he saw his quidditch teammates, Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Fred, George and Oliver Wood, his former captain were there as well. Weirdly, his quidditch teammates were all in their quidditch uniforms. As Harry stared at them, he glanced at his clothes momentarily only to realise that even he seemed to donning his quidditch robes, muddy and ruffled as they were.

Whatever seemed to have consumed his groups of friends seemed to have them having the time of their lives, laughing and having fun, without a care in the world.

For a moment, Harry yearned to feel the same way, and right that instant his mind questioned his surroundings.

Was any of this real?

Harry's eyes opened.

He stared around the dark room, barely able to see anything beyond a couple of feet. It was a massive room, and only after a while could he make out a few things like a table, a sofa set, and walls painted in a light colour.

His head was hurting, he felt tired and his arms and legs hurt. Harry was lying on the floor, on a thick mattress of some kind. However, when he tried to get up, he could hardly move, his legs and hands hurt even more when he tried to move them.

He felt discombobulated, he didn't recognise where he was, and his memories felt hazy. He tried to remember how he ended up there, but couldn't figure it out just yet. Harry tried to think hard.

He was just at the Great Hall, dining with his friends. But it didn't make sense to him, he wasn't at his dormitory in Hogwarts, in fact, he wasn't home either, or at Daisy's house or the Burrow. He was somewhere unfamiliar and it made him feel a bit queasy.

Small fragments of memory returned to him, he remembered Sirius and Mrs Weasley having a row but his memory deceived him. For some reason, he pictured Daisy sitting beside Ron at the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, which made next to no sense.

He remembered going swimming with Ron, Dudley, Daisy and Hermione... Hermione's face brought with it another flash of memory, one that lasted barely for half a second, making him blush. Harry winced in pain around his cheeks and when he tried to caress his cheeks, his hands hurt.

"I didn't dream all of that, did I?" wondered Harry, bewildered. "It felt so real," he thought to himself.

And slowly, things started to come to him. He remembered training with Professor White, and the pain he suffered under the cruciatus curse. He remembered being given the Mystara and talking to Dumbledore about Voldemort's Horcruxes... DUMBLEDORE... He remembered Dumbledore's death, at the hands of Jane. Almost instantly, everything came back to him. The last thing he could remember was the duel he had with Jane.

Right then, the door to his room swung open.

"Welcome back, Harry," came Jane's voice and a moment later, she came into sight.

Well... How did y'all like this one? I hope being in Harry's head was just as fun and interesting for you as it was for Harry experiencing it.

PS - I'll be back with Chapter 109 in a couple of days. Ciao!