Title: Dreamless
Chapter: One-shot
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: HP, Dursleys
Rating: PG
Genre/s: General, Drama, Angst
Warning/s: C/D, kind of major A/U, bit OOC
A/N: I wanted to name it 'Ausgeträumt' which is in German a pun, meaning 'enough dreamed' or 'dream's over'. 'Aus' stands for 'over' and 'geträumt' is from 'Traum' which means 'dream'. 'Ausgeträumt' means exactly 'it was nice while it lasted'.
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Dreams were for free.
Dreams were for those, who couldn't afford anything else.
Dreams were, what kept you alive at nights.
Weren't they?
In the solitude of his cupboard, Harry Potter got by somehow, for years on end. Being practically born into the darkness, he made friends with his companions - the spiders, bugs and whatever else creepy creatures were venturing in his little sanctuary.
'Patience is a virtue' He thought to himself. 'Patience is a virtue.' After having picked up this particular proverb some time back at school, Harry couldn't get rid of it anymore.
He wouldn't have to wait much longer. It couldn't be too many days left. Soon school term would start anew and Harry would see all of his friends again. Hermione, Ron (and his siblings, of course), Remus, Sirius and all the others.
Harry frowned, as he thought about those he dreaded to meet again so soon. Malfoy, Snape and all the other deceitful Slytherins.
'Thank Merlin, I decided to become a Gryffindor ...'
Closing his eyes, Harry relived the adventures he and his friend had experienced so far. Soon he would see Hedwig again, too, who was at the moment at the Burrow, for not to endanger her well-being. Vernon didn't like pets - especially the ones Harry wanted to keep. But soon his uncle wouldn't have any say any more.
His lips turned into a smile, as he drifted off to sleep - dreamless.
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Cautiously touching the dirty heap of limbs, as to not catch any contagious disease the little freak suffered from, Petunia turned her nose up.
"VERNON! HARRY WON'T DO HIS DAILY CHORES!" She yelled towards her husband.
"Lazy brat" Vernon sneered in disdain, as he stood by his wife, bending forward. One beefy hand ripped away the threadbare blanket, revealing an awfully undernourished boy. "GET UP THIS INSTAND OR I'LL MAKE YOU!" Receiving no answer whatsoever, Vernon turned different shades of red and violet, while he kept bellowing insults at his nephew. Finally, he lost his patience, grabbed the boy by his much too big collar and pulled him non-too-gently out of the cupboard; paying no mind to the possible risk he took by touching him without precautions. "I SAID YOU-" Stopping short at the sight of Harry's head rolling back lifelessly, Vernon's eyes widened a fraction.
"I think, he's dead" Petunia stated calmly.
Sighing with a mixture of relief and disturbance, Vernon let go of Harry. "Finally."
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A/N: Yes, Harry's finally gone mental. He'd only imagined Hogwarts to escape from his reality. Finally, he escaped from his life, too.
