Prompt:
Harry wakes up one day, and discovers that years have passed without him realising.
The last thing he remembers is the night before his seventeenth birthday. Lots of people try to explain what happened in the time he lost (Hermione sounding like she’s reciting from a text book, and Ron sounding like he’s trying to tell a quidditch match in order of what he found most awesome rather than consecutively), but Harry just can’t wrap his head around a year on the run, a war, and a final battle...
Especially since, every time he falls asleep, it feels more like ‘waking up’, and he’s always locked in a comfortable cell where his only visitor is Voldemort.
He doesn’t know which is real.

















