When Harry woke up, he felt as if someone had hit him with a two-by-four. The brunette rubbed his forehead, trying to mentally get rid of his headache. He screwed his nose up when his fingers hit something rough and bumpy on his forehead. A scar. Harry couldn't remember getting a scar. Where in the world did this come from?

"Harry! Are you coming?" A girl ran into his room. Wait, this wasn't his room and who was that girl? Very confused, Harry looked around, noticing that there were four other beds in the room, five including his. The room was decorated in reds and yellows, and not at all dark like Draco usually kept it. Speaking of, where was his boyfriend, and who was this girl? She was now giving him a very concerned look.

"Who are you?" Harry blurted. This was an all boys school.

"Don't be so silly," the girl laughed. "As if you'd forget me. I'm your best friend, well besides Ron."

'Since when has Ron been my best friend? I barely know him... or... do I?' Harry rubbed the back of his head, startled when he started to remember who the girl was.

Hermione Granger. The smartest girl at Hogwarts... school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not the school of Education and Enlightenment. Ron was his best friend. He shared a room with him, even! Not only that, he shared a room with Neville Longbottom who he hadn't even met yet... yet, he had met him five years ago! And... and Dean and Seamus too, but who were they?

Oh right... more friends, right? What in the world was going on? Harry had no friends, yet... he did. Everything was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Why did he have two sets of memories?

Harry's eyes went wide. Pain entered his stomach. He remembered everything. The life he thought he had, the life in America and with Draco had been a dream? How was it possible to have such a vivid dream? Harry could remember EVERYTHING from the dream, from the fight he had with his mum about going to boarding school, to meeting Draco, even further back when he was a child and playing games with his uncle Sirius and his boyfriend Remus.

Those memories were wrong, though, weren't they? They weren't real! Sirius and Remus weren't even gay and Sirius was dead.

No no no no! Harry did NOT want to remember. Draco... Malfoy hated him. He hated Malfoy, yet Harry didn't. And his parents...

Shock ate at Harry's stomach. "H-Hermione, my parents are dead, aren't they?" Harry gasped.

"Harry..." Hermione put a hand on the boy's forehead. Harry flinched back as if she had bit him. His eyes were wide and wild. He was terrified. The brunette was acting like a wild animal or something.

Hermione was anxious over his behavior. Why was he acting this way? Sure the death of his uncle at the end of last year must have took a toll on him, but Harry had never gone crazy like this. Sure, there had been rumors in the paper about Harry being mad before, but now Hermione was seeing it with her own eyes.

"Harry, why would you ask that?" She asked softly. She knew Harry wouldn't cry. He hardly allowed himself to cry, but that didn't mean Hermione wouldn't cry for him.

"T-this place," Harry said, he got out of bed and started to pace around. "It has magic, doesn't it? And death! A lot of death, and bad people." Harry kicked a bed, one that was where Draco's should be. No Malfoy's. Harry sighed. He couldn't think of Draco that way no matter how hard he was trying to come to terms that his dream hadn't been real and Draco was his enemy. Yet, Harry... Harry loved him.

Good God, Harry Potter was in love with a figment of his imagination. Harry couldn't forget the last thing Draco... Dream Draco had said to him. Harry had promised to be by his side no matter what! Pain stabbed at Harry's heart. It hurt so much that Harry couldn't even see straight. Ha, straight? Harry wasn't straight by a long shot.

What had happened to him before he went to bed... in the real world?

Harry swallowed. This was so confusing.

"H-Harry, you're scaring me. Why are you acting so strangely?" Hermione cautiously walked over to her friend and grabbed his hand. She forced him to stop pacing.

Forcing a smile for his best friend, yeah, his best friend, Harry shook his head. "Nothing 'Mione," he said. Yes, he remembered everything, it was all coming back at record speed, but the dream wouldn't fade away like a normal dream. It certainly didn't feel like a normal dream! Somehow Harry knew that it hadn't been. He had after all dreamed himself a full alternative life from being born, until the point of falling in love with Draco Malfoy at age sixteen.

"One thing," Harry muttered.

"Yeah?" Hermione asked. She was still giving Harry a very concerned look, as if afraid he would start screaming and crying. He did look like he was at some breaking point, but why?

"What happened to Draco Malfoy's parents?" Harry asked quietly.

"You know what happened Harry, Voldemort killed them when he found out their son was playing double agent."

That was right! Harry sank to his knees.

Draco's parents were dead and in a roundabout way, it was Draco's fault, though not really. They died because Draco was good. At least good for a prat. Voldemort had given them a choice when Draco had refused the dark mark.

He'd much rather have Draco suffer than just die, Voldemort had left the fate of Draco be on his parents. They could live and let Draco die or die and let Draco live. There would be more suffering no matter what choice they picked.

Guess what they chose. Sometimes even evil people had soft spots in their hearts.

Everything made sense now. Harry had fallen asleep feeling guilty and sorry for Draco for the first time in his life, only to wake up in love with him.

A magical dream. Hermione would probably be able to tell him all about them. Harry suspected wizards had them at the highest point of stress to escape the horrors of their real world.

It seemed that way, at least.

"What's wrong with Harry?"

"Is Harry okay?"

"He looks thin."

All throughout the day, all Harry heard was people talking about him behind his back. Harry was having such a hard time adjusting to his real life and people were noticing. They were worried about the "boy who lived" and not the "boy who dreamed he had a semi normal life." Shaking his head, Harry sighed.

Even the paintings were whispering! Paintings! That was a major eye-opener. He did belong in a magic world. Since he had woken up this morning, Harry still hadn't laid eyes on Draco. It was like the blonde was avoiding him for some reason.

Draco... Speaking of him, Harry had no idea what he was doing for living arrangements. He couldn't live with his so called aunt. Harry scowled. That woman was responsible for killing Sirius! It was still so hard to acknowledge these things.

His parents were dead.

He lived with the Dursley's during the summer.

Sirius was dead.

Draco wasn't evil, nor was he his boyfriend.

The brunette sighed.

"I'm abso-fuckin-lutely crazy."

"Language!" A random, high-class woman from a painting scolded.

"Well, I am!" Harry yelled at her. "How would you feel if you woke up and realized you were crazy?"

"I wouldn't rightly know," she answered.

"Ugh!" Harry threw up his arms and then walked away. He had to find something normal, but nothing in this world was normal.

"Hey Ron," Harry said as he came up to the redhead. He had to remind himself that this was Ronald Weasley. His best friend ever since he came to Hogwarts when he was eleven. He had spent summers with Ron and Hermione, and Ginny, the little girl in his memory... his dream... No, it was Ginny Weasley, not some little girl. He knew her, too! She had a big crush on him in her first couple of years.

Ron looked up and gave Harry a strange look. "Harry!" Ron jumped up and ran to his friend. "How did you do it? Why did you do it? That was so weird!"

"What are you talking about, Ron?" Harry asked. Harry was amazed at how easy it was to fall back into step with this whole "best friend" thing.

"The dream," Ron whispered.

His eyes went wide. Harry sent Ron a shocked look. "How do you know about my... my dream?" Talking about it made things a lot harder and Harry really was at the point of breaking down. His mum and dad... Sirius... Draco, all of them were gone. Of course, Draco wasn't gone, but he wasn't in Harry's life like Harry wanted him to be.

"I remember things I shouldn't be able to remember," Ron said, looking disturbed. "I was an American Muggle... you were this troubled kid from England sent to America. Hogwarts was a normal boarding school. Malfoy was... well Malfoy, but you hung around him."

"How is that possible?" Harry whispered.

"I don't know, but it's all there. Dumbledore was rumored to be gay, my brothers were there, and the houses were still at Hogwarts but done alphabetically."

"I-I thought I was crazy," Harry almost broke down then and there. Someone else remembered too! How could Ron know this stuff? It was Harry's dream, not Ron's.

"This is a Hermione area," Ron said. "We won't be able to figure it out."

"Wait wait," Harry waved his hand, "are you saying you remember MY dream?"

"Yeah," Ron nodded. "The parts I was in at least."

"Hermione," Harry agreed.

Ron nodded. "Yes, Hermione."

Both boys jumped up and ran out of their dorm, yelling Hermione's name at the top of their lungs.

"Goodness, Harry, Ron, where's the fire?" Hermione asked, giving the boys a look that said she thought they were dangerous and about to attack her.

"We have to talk to you!" Both boys yelled together.

"What in the world."

"Now," they said together again. They seemed to be in perfect sync.

Yes, Harry was sure this was right. He, Ron and Hermione were best friends. They always did everything together, apparently even shared dreams, though Hermione had not shared the dream as she wasn't in it.

Wait... Harry paled. Did this mean the others from the dream remembered too?

Could Draco know? If so then that meant Draco knew of their relationship in the dream. What did Draco think of that? What did Draco think of the way Harry had treated him? Could Draco possibly still have feelings for him? Would dream Draco cause real Draco to have feelings for Harry?

Harry's eyes couldn't possibly be more wide even if he tried. That meant people like Dumbledore knew of his dream too, and Nott and MacMillan, though he didn't care about them too much. Thankfully Nott and MacMillan hadn't known about Harry and Draco's relationship. He also didn't know them at all, so their dream versions probably didn't reflect their real personalities.

Dumbledore did know! Harry shook his head. This was all too confusing.

"What in seven blazes is going on?" Hermione demanded as both Ron and Harry picked her up by the armpits and rushed her out of the common room to find a more private place to talk.

Once they were in the back of the library, Harry and Ron set the girl down.

"Are you both mad?" Hermione shouted. "Do you have any idea how it looks to have two boys dragging me around?" Hermione sat down and huffed. "So what's so important you had to drag me away from homework?"

"Harry is going crazy!"

"Ron is going crazy!"

Both boys yelled at the same time as if they had planned it. They looked at each other and cracked up.

'Ah, this feels good...' Harry couldn't help thinking.

"Hey, I'm not the one who had the dream," Ron defended himself.

"How do we know that!? The dream could have been yours in the first place!" Harry yelled, laughing.

"Why would I dream about you, Harry?"

"Are you saying you don't find me interesting enough to dream about?"

"That's creepy, Harry."

Both boys started to crack up again.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hermione asked. She looked quite annoyed, which was obvious because she didn't normally curse.

This time in all seriousness, Harry started to tell Hermione everything, flushing as her face turned from anger to pity when Harry spoke of his parents being alive. Of course, Harry left out the bits about Draco, though he admitted that he and Draco had become friends.

"What can this mean?" Ron asked. He seemed disturbed that Harry and Draco had been friends in the dream. "I can remember the parts I starred in."

"I wouldn't say starred," Harry snorted. "This is not some TV show. This is my life and someone is messing with it and it sucks!"

Harry didn't realize he was shaking until Ron surprisingly put his arm around him.

Ron gave Hermione a wide eyed look. "Who's doing this to Harry?"

"It's called Perficio Somnium, which more or less means "Perfect Dream." The person who falls into the dream usually dreams up the perfect world for him, though at first, the world might not seem perfect for the person, there are hurdles the person has to get through before it is perfect." Hermione smiled softly as she explained.

"The Perficio Somnium is usually brought up when the wizard is going through far too much stress and needs an escape. The world doesn't just disappear, it is possible to fall into it again in sleep if you're ever that stressed again. It gets rarer and rarer to fall into though."

"Like you said in the dream you were always picked on and had no friends and your parents sent you to boarding school, Harry. That isn't perfect, but you dreamed you had... well, parents, and I believe to you that would be perfect, right? Then when you got to the non-magical Hogwarts you quickly befriended Malfoy and helped him heal from his parent's death. After that the way you talked, everything seemed to be in perfect harmony, right?"

Leave it to Hermione to know everything. She didn't even have to research it.

Harry blushed and looked down at his feet. "More or less."

"But how can I remember Harry's Perficio Somnium?" Ron asked.

"Whoever "stars" in the Perficio Somnium as you called it Ron, remembers most everything they were a part of as if they saw it on a Muggle picture show. Everyone remembers once the dreamer wakes up. It's simple really, and it's very rare for someone to fall into a Perficio Somnium. I read about it ages ago, and thought it fascinating, but I can see how it would be...hard."

"I created a perfect world and the real world comes crashing down on me," Harry said. He slumped down, though he didn't cry or anything. He didn't easily cry.

"Harry you have to admit your life is more stressful than others," Hermione said softly. "You are also one of the greatest wizards of this time... It's no wonder this happened to you. I know it's not easy having those memories of your parents and any other memories you miss from the dream, but at least now you know them in a way."

"Yeah, they were great..."

"Sirius and Remus were gay?" Ron asked. He rubbed the back of his head. "Why would that be a part of your perfect world?"

"How should I know!? But they made a very happy couple and I never saw them without a smile."

Hermione giggled, hiding a knowing smile. "Harry probably just picked up on their very close friendship."

"Oh yeah, Harry and I have a close friendship and he didn't dream we snogged," Ron muttered.

"I can't believe you're jealous he dreamed he was friends with Malfoy instead of you," Hermione teased.

"But, why is that perfect?" Ron pouted. He did seem jealous.