wook77 | It Was Only A Dream - HP drabble/ficlet (Reply)

The actual response to the AWDT Prompt of "Dream or Dream Sequence" from jamie2109 and nocturnali

Title: It Was Only A Dream

Character: Harry

Warnings: I got nuthin

Rating: G

Summary: Today was a happy dream, a dream that he would hug close to his chest and treasure forever.

A/N: I hope I’m recalling my SS/PS correctly as I lent it to a friend who prolly will never return it. Feel free to comment, it all helps me to improve...

Word Count: 369

Disclaimer: Do you really think that if I were JKR or owned Harry Potter, I would be working where I was, making what I was to live where I am?

The Cupboard-Under-the-Stairs was a tight fit for eleven year old Harry Potter. It had a small mattress that he barely fit on any longer. If he was even a normal sized boy, he’d no longer have a place to sleep. Thankfully, his cousin Dudley was kind enough to eat most of Harry’s food, so Harry still had a mattress to sleep on. Of course, if Harry were to put it that way to Dudley, perhaps the fat whale would actually lose weight.

Right now, though, Harry Potter wasn’t thinking about any of that. Instead, he was soundly asleep, a soft smile brightening his face. His dreams were sometimes scary but sometimes happy. Today was a happy dream, a dream that he would hug close to his chest and treasure forever. Today, Harry Potter dreamed of his parents.

His mum snuggled him close while he squirmed and giggled, trying to get down. His dad was over playing with a big shaggy black dog. Harry just knew that if he could reach that shaggy dog, then everything would be right in his world. With hands tangled in his mum’s hair, he slid down her chest until his little feet hit the ground. Instead of yelling at him or beating him for pulling her hair, she calmly released herself from his chubby baby grip and laughed. That laugh was the most beautiful and magical sound in the world.

With a speed only achievable by toddlers, Harry tore across the room on hands and knees to reach his doggy. His dad, with the nice smile and sparkling eyes, held his hands out towards Harry. Harry could just hear his dad calling for him, “Come here, Harry. There’s a lad! Look at him go, Padfoot!”

Just as he almost reached those hands reaching out to embrace him, a banging noise interrupted his dream and he woke. “Boy! Boy! Fix breakfast!” His cousin Dudley jumped up and down on the steps, causing the dust to rain down where Harry lay on his tiny bare mattress. “Wake up! Wake up!”

“Yes, Aunt Petunia.” Harry hugged the memory of his dream a little closer as he left the cupboard to cook Dudley his breakfast on his birthday.