Part 1
Author's Note: Please forgive the dumb title! Odd...odd...this is actually part of a dream I had last night. Don't bother asking why Lupin and Sirius are in Hogwarts. I don't even know myself.
Disclaimer: Potter and Co belong to JK Rowling. I own this plotline.
It was highly unlikely that he would survive. The chances, Hermione had told him quietly, were very, very slim. Of course, he couldn't answer the girl, with bravery saying, no, no, you're wrong, of course I'll survive. She couldn't even hear him...
"How long will he be in the coma?" Lupin asked the Professor Dumbledore.
Dumbledore sighed, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. "I'm not sure...His vital signs are extremely low...I'm not certain if he'll be able to come out of it..."
His friends watched him worriedly, grouped outside of the room, staring in at him through the door.
"Harry..." Lupin whispered.
"Please be all right," Hermione said, near tears.
"Fight this, Harry," Ron said.
"He's strong, he'll beat it," Sirius added, though his voice was dull.
Unmoving, the boy on the bed remained lifeless...
How deceiving are looks...
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He felt a cool cloth on his forehead. He moaned as pain shot through his body.
"Shh, shh, it is all right," someone whispered soothingly. A feminine voice, very gentle, yet fiercely strong.
He heard the splashing of water, as the other dipped the cloth into a basin, taking it out, wringing it with two hands. The cloth returned to his head as it wiped his forehead carefully.
"It hurts..." he whispered.
"You will be fine, just sleep," the voice answered.
He nodded slightly then drifted off to sleep.
Something woke him up. He opened his eyes, slowly, carefully, testing for pain. None. He took that as a good sign, then he began to sit up. Still no pain. He was obviously better. Taking a good look around him, he noticed the darkness of the room.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed he had been lying in for God knew how long. He stood up, but immediately sat back down as his legs threatened to collapse underneath his weight. How long had I been out for my body to forget what it was like to walk? He wondered.
After a few minutes, he could move around with small difficulty, and his hand never strayed from the bed as he tripped over to the window. When he could no longer afford to keep his hold on the bed, he let go, then rushed to the window, where he grabbed on to the curtains.
Momentarily winded, he paused to catch his breath. He then managed to open the curtains to allow sunlight to stream in. The curtains were a dark velvet, and very heavy, so he was blinded for an instant at all the light that entered the room.
When he could see, he nearly fainted at what he saw. Miles of greenness extending everywhere...Most of it lush forests, though he noticed a small village nearby...
Where am I? He thought wildly. This definitely is not Hogwarts...Not England...Maybe not even this Earth. Oh my God, where the hell am I?
He turned around, seeing the room for the first time. It was fairly large, furnished with a neat bed, and a beside table, a desk, a chair, a chest of drawers and a trunk. Surprisingly, it looked very much like his room at the Dursley's house. The room was white, but cheerily so, and the bed had a lovely quilt on it, and the table a small vase with a single white rose.
By the time he had collected his thoughts, he was able to walk almost normally again. He looked down at himself, seeing that he was still clad in his Hogwarts robes ever since...
The accident. He vaguely remembered being at school, where he had been walking up the front stairs of Hogwarts until something small and furry had leapt out at him from the bushes. Yelling in surprise and fear, all he could recall was falling backwards, falling, falling, pain, then blackness.
"Then why am I not in the hospital wing?" he whispered to himself. "Where are my friends?"
This has to be a dream, he assured himself. Think, think. This always happens in books and stories and movies. Some kid has an accident, then imagines himself in another place, when it's only a dream.
He pinched himself, then yelped, gasping at the sharp smidgen of pain he had felt in his arm. "Now that definitely was not a dream pinch...You can't be hurt in a dream..." Can you?
"A hallucination, like Hermione would say," he murmured aloud. "I'm merely hallucinating my way through my current life, so that while everyone in school is staring at me like a lunatic, I'm imagining myself in this...place..."
He heard footsteps towards the door, and he turned towards the direction, awaiting for whoever would come in.
When he saw who did enter he nearly passed out.
A woman, looking to be in her mid- to late-thirties, she had long flaming red hair and billiant green eyes and wearing long white robes.
"Mum?" Harry whispered, feeling like he was going to faint.
