"You'll write every day?" the thin, black-haired boy asked uncertainly.

"Every day" his similar-looking father promised "If not more" This seemed to appease the boy.

"Do try and do well, won't you?" his mother asked, still hurriedly patting his suitcase, hoping they didn't forget anything.

The boy seized his trunk and smiled happily at his mother "It'll be great, mum, don't worry. I'm exited"

Her eyes warmed and she relaxed "Of course it will! Of course you are!"

His father quickly checked the clock. "The train'll be leaving soon. Say hullo to Minnie for me, Harry" he laughed.

His mother glared "Under no circumstances are you to call Professor McGonagall Minnie. Ever"

Harry cracked a huge grin at his parents, swiftly hugged them both, and boarded the scarlet train. All too soon, it was sliding out of the station, filling the room with fog up to it's cavernous ceilings.

And even sooner, the dream dissolved along with the fog and the grinning parents, and fourteen-year old Harry Potter was once again called down to make breakfast for the Dursleys.

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A/N: Hah! Thought I'd taken a journey into AU-what-if-Lily-and-James-didn't-die-land (the land in which my denial lives), didn't you? Admit it!

No, I'm too much of a Canon Policewoman to do that. Sorz, all you AU'ers. Poor Harry can dream, though, can't he?

Um. Read it, Review it, please? Por favor? S'il vous plait? Dankashein? Shei-Shei? Balii? Bonvole? Kose mochem? Worche? Grawsi? Kudasai? Too sheh-eedz-leh-bah?

Come on, I deserve a review for knowing all that! Or, at least a Choco-Chip cookie, or something! Throw me a bone!

Edit: A Tes Souhaits means 'To Your Wishes' in French. It's usually used as a kind of 'God Bless You', but I figured it fit this situation. "Whatever, Harry. To your wishes. And your buns *glances at ass then slaps self* 11 years, just remember it. 11 years.