The next day and going home

Harry P.O.V

I jolted awake. I had an amazing dream about my parents being alive. I dreamt I would never have to go back to the Dursley’s. But that’s impossible, they can’t be back. I was bought from my musings by a yell of “Breakfast’s ready!” I was confused, I reached out and found my glasses and put them on. I wasn’t in my dormitory. Where was I? How did I get here? Then a thought popped up maybe last night wasn’t a dream. Maybe my parents are alive. I jumped out of bed and ran to the closest door. I came out into a dining room attached to the kitchen. Standing there was my MUM AND DAD. It was real, it was all real. I’ll never have to go to the Dursley’s again. “MUM, DAD, your alive!” I yelled excitedly. My Mum turned to me and said “Yes, we are alive and we plan to stay that way forever.” I felt hands grab my shoulder and I flinched. Then I heard my Dad’s voice, “Calm down kiddo it’s just me.” They looked at me worryingly. “Are you alright sweetheart,” my Mum spoke gently as if she was talking to a wounded animal. I wonder if I should tell them about the abuse? They deserve to know right? I’ll just tell them later. “Yeah I’m alright Mum.” I said. The three of us sat down and ate breakfast. It was delicious.