Harry Potter and the Red Rose

Chapter 1: The Dream and Reality

Dumbledore, be reasonable!" came Fudges voice in the darkness. "You're saying that I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, the Minister of Magic, send Ministry Wizards to go and make alliances with the Giants!" The darkness began to fade away to reveal Dumbledore in his office, with Mr. Fudge sitting across from him.

"Now Cornelius, I would only ask such a thing, if Voldemort" (Fudge winced at the name) "hadn't already convinced the Giants to aid him in the war-"

"But you said that You-Know-Who 'might' have the Giants on his side!" Fudge had risen from his seat, his fists shaking in fury.

"-against us, as I am sure he already has," finished Dumbledore as though he hadn't been interrupted. "Please sit down, Cornelius," said Dumbledore pleasantly, nodding to one of the squashy chintz armchairs opposite of himself. "Now, let's discuss more recent matters, like the-" Dumbledore broke off in mid-sentence. He stared straight at Harry, a sad look over-coming his face, as though displeased to see him.

Fudge looked over his shoulder to see what Dumbledore was staring at so transfixed, and then looked back at Dumbledore as though he were mad. Obviously Fudge couldn't see Harry like Dumbledore could.

Harry's heart began to race, and sweat formed on his hands; he swore his heartbeat was getting louder, and that he was sure to get in trouble for spying on their conversation.

But Dumbledore, instead, turned to Fudge and asked him if he wanted some more tea.

Harry was just about to yell at Dumbledore for dismissing him so rudely, as though he were of no importance, but the room gave a jerk, and Harry's feet flew out from under him; soon the picture of Dumbledore, and Mr. Fudge had disappeared, and was replaced with darkness. In that darkness the room, or what felt like a room, began to spin, first slowly and then gaining speed. Harry closed his eyes to avoid vomiting.

"You're late, Mr. Potter" said a cold, sneering voice. Harry recognized it instantly. It was Professor Snape, his Potions master. Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Professor Snape. He was now lying on the cold hard Potions room floor.

"Are you going to gawk at me all day Mr. Potter, or are you going to get in your seat?" said Snape, his voice full of annoyance.

Harry pushed himself up off the floor, brushed off his robes, and then walking to his seat.

"Now that Mr. Potter has joined us, I can begin reading you your O.W.L. results," said Snape as he walked back to his desk, and picked up some parchment.

"I was quite pleased with how well you all did; of course, not every one is so gifted in the art of Potion making..." some Slytherins sniggered at this; Snape smiled at this approvingly. "I will read your names alphabetically, and then your grade"

Harry gave a moan at this. "Why does he have to embarrass every one with what grade they got?" Harry whispered to his two friends, Ron and Hermione.

They gave him an odd look, as though they were confused that he was talking to them.

"Guys?"

"Why are you even talking to us?" Hermione said, annoyed at the interruption.

"Yeah, it's not even like we're friends," Ron added. Harry stared at them in disbelief.

'Are they joking!' Harry thought.

"We've been friends since our first year together! How can you not say we're not friends?" Harry asked quizzically. Ron and Hermione glared at him as though he were brain damaged.

"Guys!-"

"Potter! Shut your trap before I shut it for you!" Snape hissed. "Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by Potter, Draco Malfoy was the only one to get an O on his O.W.L's." At this the whole class stood up and cheered for Malfoy. Harry stared in disbelief at his friends.

'Why are they cheering for Malfoy! Of all people?' Harry looked up at Ron and Hermione, and realized then, that instead of sporting the red and gold Gryffindor insignia, they were wearing the green and sliver Slytherin emblem.

"What is wrong with you two?" Harry had snapped, he was ok with Draco getting an O, and Snape being the usual git, but Ron and Hermione were too much. Harry bolted up form his chair, his face turning red in anger.

"Why are you wearing Slytherin robes!? You're in Gryffindor! And why are you cheering for Malfoy!? Of all people!"

"Oh, please," Hermione said in an oh-so-matter-of-fact tone "We've always been in Slytherin, and you're just upset because, you got a T on your Potions O.W.L!"

"Yes, Potter, you are the only one who got a T on your O.W.L's," Snape chimed in "I guess all those extra Remedial Potions classes did nothing, or maybe Remedial Potions aren't low enough for you?"

"Yeah, Potter, you're so stupid you shouldn't even be allowed in Hogwarts! You're a danger to society," Draco said, a sneer on his smug face. Crabbe and Goyle laughed in the background.

"At least I'm not an ugly git like you, Malfoy!" Harry said in his defense.

"Yeah right Potter! Draco is ten times as good-looking as you," Pansy Parkinson said, her pug face scrunching into a smile.

"You're so right Pansy!" said Ron "I mean, if Draco wasn't a guy I would totally ask him out!"

Harry looked at Ron in disbelief. 'Did he just say...what I think he said?!'

"Oh yes, Draco is quite the looker, isn't he?" Dean Thomas chimed.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you! Are you all under the Imperious Curse or something?" Harry yelled at the class, his face in shock at what he was hearing.

"Oh shut up, Potter!" Hermione said again, now growing angry at Harry's defiance.

"No you, you...you Mud-blood!" Hermione burst into tears, every one gathering around her as though she were dying, and then looking up at Harry, anger on all their faces.

The image faded from view, and was replaced by darkness yet again, but this time the room didn't spin; instead Harry heard the crying of Hermione still, but when the darkness faded, instead of Hermione sitting in front of him crying, it was Cho Chang, Harry's ex-girlfriend. And instead of the Potions room, it was Madam Puddifoot's Café; where he and Cho had, had their first (and last) date.

"It's always about Granger, isn't it?" Cho said, tears streaming down her face, and her voice strained from all the crying.

"Cedric always would kiss me, and ask me how I was doing!" Cho continued, "but no! You always talk about Granger, about how clever she is, and how smart! Or how pretty, and popular! You're always saying how, you wish I was more like her!" More tears began to pour from Cho's eyes. Harry tried to comfort her, but she brushed him off.

"Cedric was always better then you! I don't even know why I wanted to date you! You're ugly, and you're so self-centered! All you want is Hermione, any way! I mean, you even arranged to meet her today, on Valentine's Day! I thought you cared about me; I thought you were like Cedric." Cho's tears were now forming into large tears that Harry had only seen in cartoons; they began to flood the small café.

"Please, Cho, stop; you're going to flood Madam Puddifoot's!" Harry tried to yell over Cho's tears, but it seemed that every one had gone deaf, no one in the whole café and taken notice of Cho's crying, or the tears swimming around their feet.

The hot steam of the café, made Harry's head woozy, and he began to find it hard to stay in consciences. And then, yet again the room swam in darkness; Harry passed out.

It was damp now, and a lot cooler then the hot, stuffy café. Harry was sure he had drowned in Cho's tears. It was still dark out, but he could make out tiny lights in the sky. Harry looked around, and tried to take in his surroundings. He knew he was outside, and that it was wet where ever he was. He struggled to sit up; all the spinning was starting to make him sick again.

"I'm...I'm at a lake?" Harry asked quizzically, as though some one would answer. Still in a daze, Harry tried to make out what was in front of him; two people were lying on the ground.

Shivers went through Harry when he heard an oh-so-familiar sound; the cold, empty, rattling breath of a Dementor. But many soon followed the one rattling breath; at least fifty Dementors must have been behind him, but instead of turning their attention to Harry, they went right passed him, to their real target, the two bodies on the ground.

It was then that Harry realized, that it was Sirius, and himself lying on the ground.

Harry struggled to get to his feet, but his legs felt like jelly, and would no longer support his weight. 'I must do something...' Harry thought to himself as he tried again to stand.

After attempting to stand multiply times, Harry gave in and decided to cast the spell sitting down. A slow tingling sensation dripped through his arms, through his veins. Harry tried to raise his wand, but his arms no longer had bones in them, Just as what had happened when Professor Lockhart tried to mend Harry's broken elbow in his second year.

The air was becoming even colder as one Dementor began to deliver the Dementor's Kiss to Sirius.

Harry tried to speak, but his voice had gone, taken by the wind. He tried to grab the Dementor's attention, by flinging his bone-less arms about, but it was futile.

A white wisp of transparent smoke floated out of Sirius' mouth, and into the Dementor's.

Harry could feel his eyes swell up with tears, but he refused to cry.

'N-not now,' Harry thought to himself. The Dementors then reared on Harry's unconscious body, and began to suck in the cold air. The horrible rattling breath was amplified by the fifty or so Dementors, all trying to get a bit of Harry's soul.

Harry was going to have to sit there, and not only watch them kill Sirius, but watch them kill him too.

Harry's eyes widened as a white wisp of transparent smoke rose from the replica of himself. 'Is that really what my soul looks like?' Harry pondered, transfixed by how it swirled in the air. Harry was snapped from his thoughts when the white wisp disappeared into the Dementor's hood.

Harry took three quick breaths at the shock of seeing his soulless body lying on the ground, Sirius' right next to his.

The Dementors seemed to have sensed the fear, because they turned their attention to Harry. They lingered a bit, until advancing slowly, each taking in a slow rattling breath.

One of the Dementor's lifted its scabby hands to its hood, and unveiled a grayish face, also scabbed over. The lips, if it had any, had been removed, leaving a hole where its mouth should be, its eye sockets empty.

Harry was horrified, and just prayed some one would save him. He, the savor, needed to be saved, just once.

His heart raced as the Dementor bent down to deliver the Kiss, but at almost four inches away form Harry's face, the Dementor froze.

Harry felt has though he had left his body behind, as though time had frozen. The rattling breaths faded into the background. All was silent.

And just as fast as it had happened, time unfroze. Harry was slammed back into his body; he could see a bright blinding white light from the corner of his right eye.

Knowing he was safe, Harry laid back against the grass. The stars in the night's sky seemed so bright now: they glittered, and danced.

Harry closed his eyes, and as he did the image faded away.

He awoke in a warm room; soft blue pillows were thrown about, and see-through curtains draped from the ceiling.

The tingling feeling in his arms had faded. Harry tried to get up, his legs still a little wobbly, he stumbled backwards and propped himself against the wall.

Wheezing from the strong aroma that filled the air, Harry felt like he had been tossed back into Professor Treawlawny's classroom, where she burned insents; it always made him very sleepy.

Harry waited in silence, dozing in an out of consciousness.

"Oh, don't fall asleep now," came a female voice from the other side of the room. Harry opened his eyes at the voice.

"Who's there?" Harry said, squinting his eyes to see who was speaking.

The person stayed silent.

"Answer me!" demanded Harry, stepping forward a bit.

Again, no answer. But the curtains parted to make way for a shadowed figure.

For a second Harry was sure it was another Dementor, but the figure was shorter then Harry by at least a foot, and Dementors couldn't talk, only make that cold, eerie rattling noise when they breathed.

As the shadowed figure approached, Harry backed up into the wall, not sure exactly what it was.

"No need to be afraid, Harry," the figure said as it drew closer; she had an accent.

"How do you know my name?" Harry leaned back against the wall even more.

"Why, doesn't every body?" the girl replied. "I mean, you are famous, or have you forgotten?"

He didn't like how this girl was being cheeky with him, not even brave enough to show her face.

"You didn't answer my question," The figure grew closer; Harry could feel his heart beat quicken. But instead of a cocky answer, he got soft flesh pressed up against his chest.

Harry closed his eyes and blushed; he hadn't noticed it; she had gotten so close.

Harry wanted to push her away, but at the same time he liked how it felt, to have a warm body so close to him, the feel of the female body. He knew it had to end; he had no feelings for her, nor knew who she was, but before he could even push her back, he felt her soft silky lips on his. His head seemed to spin while their lips were locked, fire rushing through his veins, his heart beating faster.

But she pulled away. Harry opened his eyes to see if she now had a face, some one he could recognize, but he wasn't staring face-to-face with a girl. He was staring face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, his enemy since his first year at Hogwarts.

"Where'd she go?" yelled Harry shocked at seeing Malfoy, instead of seeing a female from Hogwarts.

"Where'd who go?" Malfoy questioned, looking arrogant as ever.

"The girl! Where'd she go?" Harry said advancing on Malfoy. Harry wanted to meet her; he needed to see the face of the girl who just kissed him.

"There was never a girl, Potter," Malfoy said as he began to unbutton Harry's shirt.

"But I- There were boobs! I felt her boobs!" Malfoy's face contorted into disgust.

"Those are mine; I got implants four months ago." Draco unbuttoned his shirt to reveal two double D-breasts. "I had to beg daddy for months to let me get them; he said it would ruin my manhood! HA! If anything, I get more attention for my manhood now" Malfoy grinned at Harry, and batted his eyelashes, as he continued to unbutton the rest of Harry's shirt.

"Uh, Malfoy, what are you doing?" Harry had fully taken notice now that Malfoy was trying to unbutton and remove his shirt and was now working on his pants.

"Oh please, call me Draco," Malfoy cooed as he undid Harry's zipper. At this Harry pushed Draco back, and ran to the other side of the room.

"Fine, you don't want me! I just thought you would have liked some pleasure!" Malfoy yelled at the top of his lungs, his face turning slightly pink.

"But if I can't have you, No one shall!" Draco grabbed his breasts, and in doing so they began to grow.

"They will continue to grow until both of us are dead!" Malfoy let out a maniacal laugh.

Harry stood stunned as the two implants began to grow, pushing him up against the wall. He looked around for a door or window, but in this room there were none; he was stuck in a room and was going to die by Malfoy's implants.

Harry sat bolt upright. He was dripping in sweat, his heart racing, and his covers a mess.

He looked around the room; he was back at Number 4, Private Drive, in his room.

Harry had grown two or so inches since last year, and his shoulders had become broader, too. Hedwig nestled in her cage, cooing softly, the moonlight pouring in through his window.

"What a nightmare," sighed Harry as he put on his glasses. He looked up at the moon, the clouds surrounding it, keeping it locked up, just like Harry staying at the Dursley's. Every summer they would lock up his broom, along with his books and other school supplies.

Harry laid back down in his bed, and closed his eyes; try to fall back to sleep.

"Ugh..." Harry groaned. "That image.... is still there." He put his hand to his forehead, trying to erase the image of Draco and his implants killing him. Pulling the blankets off of himself, Harry slowly made his way across his room to the door. Harry listened for any sound of the Dursley's moving about but all he could hear was Dudley and Uncle Vernon's snoring from down the hall. Harry stepped out into the hall wall and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, stopping at Dudley's room along the way. Recently, Dudley had been grounded for bullying the neighborhood kids. For some reason Dudley believed Harry had snitched on him, and so had made it his duty to bully Harry as much as possible well he was in the house.

Harry continued down the hall and into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" demanded Dudley.

"I'm pissing; what does it look like?" Harry snorted. "And may I ask why you're up?"

"Don't think I didn't notice you watching what you thought was me sleeping..."

Harry put himself back inside his boxers.

"Listen to me!" Dudley shouted

"Oh will you be quiet, unless you want to wake up your parents and get grounded even longer!" at this Dudley bawled his hands into fists

"I wouldn't even be grounded if it wasn't for you!"

"Really! You don't think one of those little kids you bullied finally told their parents on you?" Harry retorted. The two stopped in silences as they heard a loud grunt from Uncle Vernon.

"I know it was you!" Dudley whispered harshly

"Then where's your proof?" Dudley raised his fist, about to hit Harry.

"Don't make me use my wand"

"You can't! You'll get kicked out of that freak school of yours!" Dudley sneered. He had wanted to hit Harry all summer, and he had finally gotten him cornered.

Harry was trapped; Dudley was right. Harry had gone to the Ministry of Magic last year for a trial, about his use of magic in the muggle world.

"I don't care if I get kicked out!" Harry grasped for his wand, but it wasn't there. He had left it in his room on his nightstand.

"Damn it," Harry whispered under his breath.

Dudley laughed. "Heh, you don't even have your wand on you!" Dudley glared at Harry, now was his chance.

He plunged his fist forward through the air. Harry ducked under his enormous arm, and ran from the bathroom.

"Get back here," Dudley grunted. Harry ran into his room and grabbed his wand.

Just as Dudley trampled in, he spun around, his wand pointed right at Dudley.

"Put that away," Dudley growled

"Why, so you can hit me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Harry cracked a smile; he had Dudley at a disadvantage: now that he had his wand Dudley wouldn't touch him.

"Come on wittle Duddie-kins," Harry taunted.

Dudley clenched his teeth together, a vein appearing on his forehead. Harry stood there, a smirk on his face as Dudley slowly backed out of Harry's room, his footsteps fading off, with the slam of his door in the distance.