Harry woke with a gasp. He shot up from his position in bed, drenched in sweat. His chest was rising up and down fast from his panting and his head hurt badly. He replayed his dream over again in his mind.

" "Harry," a woman's voice spoke. "Harry, it's mom," that got Harry's attention. "We only have a few minutes before were cut off. We're alive son, we don't know how or why, but we are. And we want to see you as soon as possible,"

"Harry," this time it was a male voice. "We want to meet up. Meet with us at the Quidditch Cup. We can be together again. As a family. You need to meet us down there. We will find you, son. And that's a promise,"

"We love you," the voices both said in unison before everything faded away."

Harry didn't know if he should have believed it or not. He had dreams all the time, and they never meant anything. But this time something was different. When Harry woke up there was this feeling inside of him. A feeling that told him he should take his dream seriously.

Harry jumped out of bed and ran to Hedwig, who hooted happily when she saw Harry.

"Hey girl, I need to you be quiet. Or I'll get in trouble," Harry told her as he scribbled a note to Ron. It responded to his mates note beforehand that asked Harry if he'd like to accompany him to the Quidditch Cup. Maybe that's why his parents wanted to meet there.

Harry put down a basic reply, telling Ron that he would love to come. He also told him about his dream and that he wanted to see if it was real or not. Anyone else would have been afraid that they would be laughed at by their friend for thinking that their dead parents came back to life and asked to meet up, but Ron knew all too well that Harry was sensitive.

He wouldn't laugh at him for anything. He knew about the Dursleys, but he didn't know about the really bad stuff like rape or bad beatings. Ron knew that Harry came from a broken home and needed love. And his family was full of that. So he often asked him to join them for events or even just sleepovers together in their dorm room they shared with some boys.

The sleepovers often consisted of the two of them huddled together in one bed with a silencing charm protecting them as they talked about anything and everything. The two were like brothers. And thinking about the two of them made Harry smile.

Harry sealed up the envelope and gave it to Hedwig, carefully letting her out the window to deliver the message to his friends. He stared out the window for a few minutes before he sighed and sulked his way back over to his small bed. He looked over to his clock.

7:56 in the morning. Harry got back out of bed, hissing slightly at the pain that went through his back. He walked over to his closet and got ready for the day. He wore his usual outfit, oversized jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Once his clothes were on Harry got a belt and put it on as tight as he could to fit his bony waist. Once that was all over he ran downstairs to make breakfast.

Luckily no one was down there yet. Harry figured out that the Dursleys all get up around 8:30, which gives him some time to cook a real breakfast so that he wouldn't get beaten. He had it all mapped out, from the time he would start, to the time he would spend making the meal, to the time he finished. He made sure it would be done when everyone was coming downstairs so that they weren't greater to cold food. That would be bad.

So, once Harry for the meal done, he ran upstairs back to his room. He shut the door as always and sat on his bed. He waited for Hedwig to come back with a note from Ron. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen. And someone who's nice to him.

Harry didn't know whether to believe the dream or not. He wanted to so very badly, but he was afraid to. He didn't know what he would do or say if he actually met his parents. But he wanted to meet them so badly. He wanted to get away from all the abuse he got. He wanted to get away from the labor he was put through. He wanted to get away from everything. He just wanted his parents.

So, when Hedwig came back with a note in her beak, Harry ran over as fast as he could. He unattached the note and gave his owl a treat, who in return hooted happily and climbed back in her cage. He opened the note, and smiled at the message.

Ron told him that he could go! He had to get all of his things packed by today, and then they would pick him up. Harry gasped. He had to get ready.

He scrambled around the room to get his belongings together. He shoved all of his school supplies in his chest, keeping his wand with him in his pocket. He combed his hair and brushed his teeth, cleaned his glasses, and then tried his best to cover up bruises with Petunias makeup.

He knew he would pay for it severely when he got back, but he didn't want his friends to see him like this. He couldn't put a glamour charm on himself because he would break the rules if he did so. So he sucked it up and put on as much as he could to hide bruises that were visible through the t-shirt he was wearing.

Harry ran back to his room and got the rest of his things put together, and heard the sound of a floo. Then his friends voices. Harry got his trunk and ran downstairs to see Ron waiting for him.

"Harry," Ron breathed. He ran over to him and gave him a hug. Not a bro hug or something stupid like that, but a real hug. And Harry was glad, because he needed a hug. "You're okay?" He asked.

"I wouldn't say okay..." Harry said quietly. Ron pat him on the back.

"Don't worry. We'll fix you up when we get home and we'll let you eat as much as you need. Moms making your favorite tonight," Ron told him. Harry lit up.

"Grilled cheese?" He asked. Ron nodded with a hum of approval.

"Yep. And tomato soup," Ron said. Harry smiled.

"Okay let's go," Harry said.

The two boys ran back to the fireplace, each of them carrying one end of Harry's trunk. They got to the living room and saw Vernon blocking the fireplace.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vernon growled. Harry dropped his trunk and cowered back.

"N-no where uncle Vernon," Harry said quietly. All the Weasleys looked at Harry shocked. This was the kid who defeated Voldemort like three times but was afraid of some fat oaf?

Ron looked at his dad and begged him silently to do something. He didn't want to watch his best friend get beaten. He was thinking if he should do something or not, but Fred had a grip on him. He didn't want his brother to get anyone in more trouble.

"Then what were you doing with that trunk?" Vernon said in the same tone.

"I was going t-to drop it off at school early so you di-didn't have to see it when you drop me off," Harry lied. He was shaking horribly and wanted to get out of the room.

"Lies!" Vernon boomed, causing Harry to jump back and get tears in his eyes.

Arthur decided that he had enough. He pushed Vernon out of the way with all of his strength and had his kids floo back to the burrow. He then ran and picked Harry up, holding him close to his chest and going back to the floo. He looked back at the family.

"Fuck you." He said plainly, an flooed back to the burrow. Once they stepped out, Arthur set Harry down. "Excuse my language, but that was necessary,"

"It's okay," Harry chuckled quietly. He looks back at Ron, who got his trunk for him.

Mrs. Weasley came running toward Harry to give him a hug. She scooped him up in her arms, which Harry hissed in pain at and flinched.

"Be careful," he begged.

"I'm sorry dear, what happened?" Mrs. Weasley asked, referring to why she had to be careful.

"Oh um, I fell and hurt my side," Harry lied. Ron frowned.

"Alright Harry, if you need anything to help, you ask for it okay?" Mrs. Weasley urged. Harry nodded.

"Okay," Harry said. "But I'm really hungry, can I have something to eat?" Ron let out a relieved breath.

"Of course! We have grilled cheese waiting for you!" Mrs. Weasley said happily. Harry and Mrs. Weasley ran to the kitchen and got dinner ready for everyone, Harry eating a little bit in the process.

Dinner with everyone was the best thing Harry could ever ask for. Everyone was telling stories or laughing. Harry sat between Fred and Hermione, because he felt safe there. Hermione was always cautious about what people could say to Harry and Fred was like a big brother to him. Well both Fred and George really. They both protected him from people at school. Ron sat next to hermione, and everyone else was scattered around.

"So Harry, got your eyes on any boys?" Ron asked as he turned go see Harry.

"Shut up Ron. No, I don't," Harry told him.

Yeah, Harry came out to the Weasleys when he came over for Christmas break the heat before. Everyone was perfectly fine with it, which made Harry very happy. He just hoped his parents wouldn't hate him.

"Well Harry, you're going into fourth year. This is the year everyone starts to go through puberty. So, boys will probably start to look good this year," Fred pointed out.

"Yeah, and then all you've gotta do is ask one out," George said. Harry laughed.

"Okay," chuckled.

"Did you get your homework done?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.

"I got the last page done yesterday," Harry told her. She smiled and nodded.

"I'll check it just to be safe," she said.

"Thanks 'Mione," Harry said. He started eating again, a listening to everyone's stories and what they had to say.

"Alright kids, get some rest. Tomorrow we have to go to the World Cup!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed. All of the kids cheered and ran upstairs.

Harry ran upstairs with Ron, and fell onto the soft bed in his room. Ron got in the opposite bed across the room and turned out the light.

"Good night harry, we'll talk more about what happened tomorrow," Ron told Harry. Harry gulped but took his glasses off. He set them in the bedside table and laid his head down. He fell into a deep sleep, dreaming once again about his parents.
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