Magic

20: The Dream

Harry Potter would have been proud to say that at that moment, when the clock struck midnight, he was officially six years old. However, birthdays aren't nearly as fun when you're forced to work, you're an orphan, and you live in a small, dark cupboard covered with spiders. Harry's stomach growled, and he felt dizzy. He hadn't eaten in several hours, and the hunger was tearing him apart. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly and willed the tears away. Soon, his eyes relaxed, his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep.

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Harry was in a white room that was so bright his eyes narrowed. He could see figures in front of him, and he slowly walked toward them. Harry saw that there were three people: a tall man, an average height woman, and a small girl. His pace quickened, and when there were only a few feet between them, he stopped. Harry stared at the three of them for a long time. The man had messy black hair, hazel eyes, and thick glasses on his face. The woman had short, red, wavy hair, green eyes, and freckles. The girl had bouncy red curls, hazel eyes, and a few freckles splashed across her cheeks. One could easily tell that she was their daughter. All three of them were in white clothing.

"Mum? Dad?" Harry asked gingerly. The man and woman smiled warmly. Harry saw a green light flash before his eyes for a split second before it faded.

"Harry!" the girl cried, running toward him. Her red curls bounced as she threw her arms around him.

"It's me, Marlene! Don't you remember Harry?"

The man took the young girl into his arms and shook his head slightly.

"Marlene?" Harry asked, confused. The name seemed familiar to him, as if it had always been engraved in his memories, but he couldn't remember where it was from.

Harry saw a woman with curly blonde hair and blue eyes for a moment before she disappeared.

The woman steeped forward and placed a hand on his cheek. Her touch was warm.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry." she whispered.

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Harry sat up in bed quickly. His heart pounded in his chest. He didn't understand the dream, and he didn't recognize any of the people in it. Had they really been his parents, or had it only been his imagination? Harry tried his best to relax and laid back down, flicking a dead spider off of his bed. The faces of the family didn't leave his mind until he was able to close his eyes again and drift back to sleep.