Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register
Chapter 13 Dreams or Reality I like this chapter. It starts out all fluffy (recently all my chappies have been kind of fluffy, what can I say I’m a softy at heart), but then some questions are answered. I know you can’t wait right… Anyways look for really frequent updates now that I’m on vacation (HALLELUIA), so I’ll be updating about once every day or couple of days. I don’t know why, but I like to update fast, probably because I hate having to wait around for updates, I’m not a very patient person. Oh well, please r/r, and if always if you have any questions feel free to contact me. * ** *** ** * The ride on the night bus turned out to be just as unpleasant as Harry had predicted even a bit more so. It had been Brooke’s first time on the magical bus as well and by the time they arrived at the burrow she looked a bit green in the face. Everyone welcomed an extremely exhausted Harry when he entered the door, including Harry’s nurse who had arrived earlier, and turned out to be a strict old witch with quite a habit of nagging. “Don’t pick that up Mr. Potter.” “Sit down immediately Mister Potter.” “I don’t think you should be eating that Mr. Potter.” She followed him around constantly, and he was finding it increasingly more difficult to enjoy the Christmas eve festivities of the burrow. At around eight o’ clock Harry had, had enough of his nurse and had announced that he was retiring to bed early. Mrs. Weasley had agreed with him and shooed him upstairs, while the twins teased him for being a party pooper, and everyone else just bade goodnight. He entered his room, which he no longer had to share with Ron, due to the grandure of the house since the remodel, and swiftly got under the covers anticipating a good nights sleep when the nurse came bustling in. “I want you to take this Mr. Potter,” she handed him a vial of a purple colored liquid. “What is it?” He asked as he examined the solution warily. “It’s a potion to help your side heal from the incision faster, and ease any discomfort you may be feeling.” “Do I have to take it?” “Yes, healers orders.” Harry grudgingly downed the potion in one gulp, a look of disgust on his face, as he sputtered the solution trying to clear the taste from his mouth. He turned quickly when he heard a chuckle at the door. “Who’s there?” he called, as the nurse left the room. “It’s just me mate, thought I’d come up and see how you were doing,” answered Ron, as he entered the room, shutting the door closed behind him. “Oh hey, what’s up?” “The usual, what about you, I noticed you looking over at Brooke a few times tonight.” Harry visibly reddened at Ron’s words. “Yeah so, she’s nice.” “She is nice. Do you fancy her then?” He asked bluntly. “Roooooooon!” “It’s a simple question Harry; do you fancy her or not.” “Well…I think I do. I mean I really like her, and I can talk to her really easily.” “You know what they say, the key to a good relationship is communication!” “And what would you know about having a good relationship, Mister I haven’t ever gone out with a girl for over a week.” “That’s not true Harry, there was Myra in sixth year.” “And what was that a whoping total of two weeks.” “Oh shut up, anyways I think things are looking up for me.” “What do you mean?” asked Harry raising an eyebrow at Ron’s guilty expression. “Well I don’t know if I can tell you, I mean the girl in question might bite my head off.” “Oh come on Ron, your making her sound like Hermione.” At this Ron turned away quickly positively glowing red. “Ron?” Harry questioned seeing the change in his friends demeanor. No answer. “Ron…?” “Don’t tell her you know!” Ron finally exclaimed, although he was still looking quite nervous and embarrassed. “Wait….you and Hermione?” “Yes Harry.” “WHEN?” “Just before your little incident in the hospital.” “HOW?” “Well we went to visit you, and I got a little upset.” Harry smiled at his friend, when he said this, “and I left the ward, but Hermione came and found me, and well it was just…like it was meant to happen, does that make any sense.” “Yeah, sort of, I don’t know, I’m not all that good with feelings. But I am happy for you mate, but I mean geez, you and Hermione?” “Are you mad?” “Why would I be mad Ron? I mean it may be a little weird thinking of you two like that for awhile, but you’re my best friends and I’m happy that you guys are happy. I don’t see anything wrong with it. I mean to be honest, I always thought you fancied her more than you let on.” “How did you know?” “Well I started thinking like that in the fourth year, when Krum was at Hogwarts. You always pretended that you hated him, because he was competing against me, but I never believed you. I always figured it was just you upset that Krum was showing Hermione some attention, and she was showing him some.” “Wow, and you say your not good with feelings. Did you notice anything else? Was I too obvious? Was is that bad?” “Whoa, slow down there buddy. No, it wasn’t too obvious, it’s just I know you so well that I kind of picked up on it. I do remember one other time though in fifth year, after I had kissed Cho for the first time, when she was crying. Do you remember that?” “Yeah.” “Well I remember making some comment about the fact that maybe I was just a really lousy kisser, and Hermione said something to the effect that I wasn’t a bad kisser, and then you got all twitchy and weird. You kinda freaked out a little. I think that you thought, that I had kissed Hermione, but then she straightened you out.” “Geeeeeez, you should publish a book or something.” “If you haven’t forgotten, there already is a book based on me, I don’t need any more.” “Oh yeah.” “I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Harry said, burying his head in his hands, instantly changing the mood of the room. “What do you mean mate?” “It’s this god damned prophecy.” “We’ve been over this before Harry. Don’t let it get you down.” “It’s not just the prophecy though Ron, it’s other things too.” “Like…” “Well the fact that I have these feelings for Brooke now. And I don’t want to let her in. I mean I want to tell her how I feel, but I barely know her, but I feel like I do, but…” “Calm down, you’re rambling, why don’t you want to let her in” Ron interrupted “I don’t want her to get hurt. Everyone I love gets ripped away from me, and I just can’t stand for that to happen again, to anyone. I feel like I can’t let myself feel anything for anyone, until the threat is gone. Until I know what my life will be like one way or the other. Until I fulfill the prophecy.” “Harry, you can’t be afraid to live, no one in the world knows what their future is going to be like, sometimes you just have to take chances, to be sure of yourself.” “But that’s just it Ron I’m not sure of myself, as a matter of fact I don’t think I’ve ever been this confused.” “What are you talking about?” “I saw him Ron, I swear to merlin I saw him. Not like in third year, and I know I was out of it, but not too out of it to know what was going on.” “Huh?” asked Ron, feigning innocence, as he was quite sure in which direction this conversation was heading towards. “I saw my dad Ron, and I heard someone say his name, he was there.” Ron merely gazed at his friend, not knowing what he should do next. “Don’t stare at me like I’m insane Ron, I know what I saw. I know something’s going on that you lot aren’t telling me, I’ve heard people whispering around here all night, and I want to know why. Something happened, I know it did.” “I don’t know if I can tell you.” “Tell me.” “I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you and all, maybe you should talk to Dumbledore or Lupin. Maybe not Lupin though, he’s still pretty shaken up over the whole thing.” Ron mused quietly to himself, while debating whether or not to tell Harry the information that he so desperately wanted to know. “Ron, if anyone I want you to tell me, I don’t need to hear anymore lies from Dumbledore, or people treating me like a baby.” Harry said in a hard voice. “Well…you see.” “COME ON RON….PLEASE!!” “Your dad, Sirius, and Remus got ahold of a time turner and came to the future, our present, you did see your dad Harry.” Ron spit the words out in a hurry, afraid to hear Harry’s reaction. “My dad was here, where is he now?” He asked quietly. “Dumbledore sent them back.” Ron answered in the same tone. “HE WHAT!” “Trust me Harry, we thought it was a bad idea, we wanted to convince him to let them stay, but we found out about it after you went into a coma, and Dumbledore thought it would be too hard for you to see your dad and Sirius and then have to let go again so quickly. He said it would send you over the edge.” Ron quickly tried to reason with Harry. “THAT IS IT. I HAD A CHANCE TO SEE MY FATHER AND SIRIUS, AND DUMBLEDORE JUST SENDS THEM AWAY, BECAUSE I’LL GO VER THE EDGE. HONESTLY, WHAT DID HE THINK I’D DO WHEN I FOUND OUT HE JUST SENT THEM AWAY LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!” “I know Harry, really…” “No, Ron this time Dumbledore went too far.” “Harry…” “I need to talk to him.” He jumped out of bed and grabbed a cloak out of the dresser, heading for the door. Run tagging along after him trying to get him to reconsider and go back to bed.” “Harry your still hurt…what if we go in the morning…you need a good rest…tomorrows Christmas, don’t let this upset you!” “Shut it Ron.” “HARRY…” “NO.” He barged into the main room, where everyone was congregated, hastily pulling the cloak on and heading for the door, clutching his side, which felt like it was about to burst in pain. As soon as he entered, the room quieted, and everyone observed him with anxious glances. It had been a while since Harry had, had one of his outbursts, and it was clear he was having one now. “Harry dear, what are you doing going outside at this time of night, it’s freezing and your not well.” Said Mrs. Weasley coming up to the door, and stopping him with a motherly hand on his shoulder. “I have to see Dumbledore.” Relied Harry in a cold voice. “Whatever it is dear, I’m sure it can wait until morning, once your properly rested.” “No it can’t” He retorted quickly, in the same cold voice. “What is so important then?” “Oh just the fact that my dead father, godfather, and a much younger version of Remus came into the future, and Dumbledore sent them away without even informing me.” He said in a sarcastic, yet extremely frigid tone of voice, still not turning around to face the rest of the room. “I’m sure he had no intention of telling me either, because as Ron put it I might go over the edge.” He added as somewhat of an afterthought. There was a collective shudder of gasps throughout the room. Everyone of course knew what had been going on, except for Brooke who was quite surprised at the revelation that had come out of Harry’s mouth. Hadn’t he said he had thought he had seen his father? By now everyone was shooting menacing glances at a very sheepish looking Ron. Hadn’t they clearly agreed that they would not spring the news on Harry, until he was feeling better? “Harry, why don’t we see if we can bring Dumbledore here, that way you won’t have to travel in your condition.” Harry spun around to face the room, who all braced themselves for a Potter shouting spree, but it never came. “Fine.” He said in a defeated tone of voice, and wearily headed towards the stairs. When he reached the top, he realized how exhausted he was as he fell back into the bed, not even bothering to remove his cloak. He looked down at his side, and saw that it was bleeding slightly, but he didn’t care. He felt just like he did after his fifth year, and the beginning of his sixth year. Like he just wanted to go to sleep and die. He hated the fact that he had been so close to the one person in his life that meant the most to him, but he had never really seen. He buried his face into his pillow, and let out an anguished scream. He felt his eyelids slowly closing, as the minutes passed, and knowing that he could’t fight it, he succumbed to exhaustion, and fell into sleep. ^$*^*&)(&*^%*))* “James, are you sure about this?” asked a very worried Lily Potter. “I am absolutely, positively, completely one hundred percent sure.” “I’m so scared though, I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to leave Harry for seventeen years.” “It will be fine.” James tried to reassure his wife, but he wasn’t doing a very good job, considering he wasn’t very sure of what they were about to do himself, even if he pretended he was. “What if it doesn’t work James, what if we researched it wrong, what if we didn’t find the right spell, what if it backfires?” She cried into his shoulder, knowing what she would have to do in a mere two hours time. She thought back to when James Potter and company had returned from ‘visiting a sick relative’ in their seventh year. He became much more responsible, and if possible more confident. He studied at an increased amount, and had started taking his head boy duties very responsibly. He stopped asking Lily out every chance he got, and stopped calling her Evans. They soon had begun dating, fallen in love, and been married. But when Lily became pregnant, James explained about what he had actually been doing on his trip during seventh year, and they had decided to stop it together, for their unborn son. Now Harry was one years old, and sitting in his high chair watching the exchange between his parents. “BABA” he demanded, “BABA” Sirius who was also in the room, and waiting to leave out to reenact the events that led to his imprisonment in Azkaban, shakily went over to the cupboard to retrieve Harry’s bottle for him. “Siri,” cooed baby Harry as Sirius handed him the bottle. Sirius couldn’t help but smile at the little tyke before him. “Just look at him,” whispered Lily to her husband, “Merlin, if only he knew.” “But he can’t Lily, and that’s why we have to be strong. It’s only the three of us who can know, not even Moony can know.” “But it’s still so hard.” “I know Lils, believe me I know.” James glanced over at the clock on the mantle, it was time. He looked over at Sirius, who had seemed to also have noticed what time it was, and paled considerably. “Well Sirius, I guess I’ll see you in seventeen years then?” asked James, in a somewhat joking matter, trying desperately to lighten the mood in the room. “Shut up James.” Said Sirius, as he scooped his best friend into the biggest bear hug he could muster. He looked over at Lily next, “Bye Flower, be good to Prongs will ya” She smiled at him, and he gave her a quick hug. “Now Harry promise me that when I see you in thirteen years, that you won’t curse me to smithereens.” “Siri,” was baby Harry’s reply. “Good Boy.” Answered Sirius, as he patted Harry on the head. “Watch for the sign to know it worked, alright Padfoot.” “Will do Prongs” And with that Sirius Black swept out of the Potters kitchen, and settled himself across the street watching anxiously. About ten minutes later several figures in hooded cloaks landed in the front yard of the Potters house. They began splitting into groups, and standing in what appeared groups of guards, encircling the house. One lone figure walked up to the front door, and blasted it away, as he stepped over the threshold Sirius heard James Potter’s voice Lily it’s him, take Harry and run, I’ll try to hold him off… Then there was a flash of bright light. Then another flash towards the top of the house, and what sounded like a womans screams. Sirius watched with bated breath hoping that everything had turned out alright. Wasn’t this dark wizard supposed to fall? Then it happened, a bright glowing light, encompassed the entire house, and it fell into rubble. There was a ghostly scream, and then all was silent. The other hooded figures who had been standing guard, seemed to lose their nerve, and began to flee. Sirius quickly looked up at the night sky and found in the distance the red sparks telling him that Lily and James were okay. Quickly surveying the scene, he spotted Harry who although looked quite shaken, was still alive. He sent up green sparks in the air, to let Lily and James know that Harry was alive, and that everything had gone according to plan. He continued watching the wreckage around him, but then snapped out of it and jumped into action. He wheeled his motorbike out of the bushes, and flew it around the block a few times, touching down to make it appear like he had just arrived. He saw that he wasn’t the only one there, as he noticed Hagrid, the Hogwarts game keeper. “Sirius…”Hagrid looked over at the worried expression on Sirius’ face. “Come here,” he said gruffly, and held Sirius in a comforting embrace. Sirius pretended to cry, knowing that he had to ham it up if he wanted this whole thing to look convincing. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Harry shot out of his bed. Had that dream been real? No it couldn’t have been. He was just dreaming about his parents, because of what he had just found out. “They’re dead.” He told himself sternly. “shhhhh,” Harry snapped around surprised that anyone was in the room, “Go back to bed,” Harry stared at the figure in the dark, and realized it was Ginny. “what are you doing in here?” He asked her. “Well your healer had already left for the night, and when Dumbledore arrived everyone was talking to him, and I was worried about you so I came up to make sure that you were okay.” “Dumbledores here…” Harry made to get out of bed, but Ginny pushed him back in softly. “When he found out you were asleep, he left again, but he’s coming back first thing in the morning, along with the nurse. You should show her your side you know.” “It’s fine really.” “No it’s not Harry, it needs to be treated, but for now you need to go back to bed.” She pulled the covers up around him a little higher, and feeling as though he couldn’t have kept his eyes open any longer even if he did have to speak to Dumbledore, he allowed himself to fall into slumber once again.

Track This Story: Feed

Write a Review

out of 10


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!
Need Help Writing Your Fanfic?

Write Your BEST Fanfic EVER In Our FREE 10 Day Fanfiction Writing Jumpstart Program!

  • Introduce Your Character Like A Rockstar! 🤘
  • Build GUT-CLENCHING Suspense 🔎
  • Drop into an Action Scene 💥
  • Develop a POWERFUL Romance 😍
  • How to Land an Ending 🍻
  • How To Make Writer's Block Your Best Friend ❤️
  • ...And more!
“The lessons that were offered helped me enormously. Suddenly it was easier to write scenes, imagine them and bring suspension and romance in it. I loved it! ​It helped me in a way other bloggers couldn’t and still can’t.” - Student