In Another Life

02- The Afterlife...?

His eyes shot open.

If this was death, why did it look like a nicely decorated bedroom? Red walls, wood floor, and quite the assortment of trophies it seemed. Harry stood up from the bed he was in and walked around this odd room. He paused in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection.

He was clean. After months on the run with Hermione and Ron Harry knew he should have been in a much messier state than this. And his scar, it was gone. He wondered for a moment, and decided that it was probably because he was dead and the afterlife had cleaned him up... or something like that.

"Daniel! You're going to be late, hurry on downstairs!"

There was his mother's voice again... who was Daniel? Nevertheless, Harry rushed out the door and down the stairs to see his mother.

He stopped in his tracks at the sight he was greeted with in what seemed to be the kitchen. There they were, his mother and father eating breakfast as if nothing had ever happened.

"Well there you are! Don't just stand there, have a seat son." his father said.

Harry slowly walked to the table and sat in the chair across from his parents. They seemed oblivious to his reluctance.

He thought for a moment before speaking up,"Mum, dad, if I'm here with you guys, does it mean that I failed the world?"

"Failed? I should hope not." his mother replied between bites, "You've been very successful with your pottery and music."

"Pottery and music? No mum, I mean about Voldemort and the war? Did everyone make it out?"

"Make it out of where? Oh Adrian, I told you we should've got him the sleep therapy."

"Sleep therapy? Mum what are you talking about?" and who was Adrian? Harry thought to himself.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. "Oi, Adrian! Let us in!"

"Hold that thought." Harry's father got up and made his way to the door. Walking through the door was none other than Sirius and Remus.

"Sirius! Remus! I'm so glad to see you!" Harry beamed at the sight of his godfather and ex-professor.

Sirius chuckled with a small joking frown, "Serious? I'd hope I'm not the serious one, I usually leave that to David!"

Remus rolled his eyes and responded, "One of us has to act like a grown-up here, Gary, and it certainly won't ever be you."

Adrian? David? Gary? Why is everyone going by different names? Next thing you know, they're going to call mum something absurd, like Petunia or Li-

"Ah Geraldine! Sorry to intrude, just came by to drop off some of Adrians belongings he left at work last night." Remus, or David, said.

To Harry's surprise, his mum responded to 'Geraldine'. She nodded them along and they walked inside. Harry looked towards the door again, wondering what odd afterlife this was, when Peter Pettigrew walked in the door.

"Ello! Sorry I'm late, my coat got stuck in the car door again!" 

"You! You traitor!" Harry snarled at Peter, who jumped back in fear. Harry's hand flew to his pocket for his- his wand! It wasn't there!

"DANIEL? What has gotten into you? Why are you yelling at Timothy?" his dad questioned.

"Timothy?" Harry sputtered out, "That's Peter Pettigrew! And you're James Potter and Lily Evans and Sirius Black and Remus Lupin! Not David or Geraldine or whoever you are!"

His mum got up fron her seat, "Daniel enough!"

"Daniel? I'M HARRY, YOUR SON. Who the bloody hell is Daniel? Just because I died and we all died doesn't mean we all get new names!"

Harry's mum and dad looked at him sadly. 

"Daniel, whoever you think we all are, that's not us. You've been having vivid dreams lately, and whatever you're thinking about is all from a dream."