Harry himself

Harry Potter was dreaming. Not in itself unusual, but this was different to most of the dreams that Harry had. Harry's dreams were usually fitful, dark things, often having to do with Voldemort and his dark designs. This was not the case here.

No, instead of a dream that left Harry frightened and panicked, this dream was much more... comfortable. He felt like he was floating on clouds, drifting through an endless sky. It was strange, to say the least. Still, Harry wasn't complaining. Relaxation was just what he needed. Every year he attended Hogwarts, he seemed to get involved in some stupid evil plan that was targeted at him. The Stone, the Basilisk, the Tournament, the list went on and on. And when he wasn't at Hogwarts, he was sent 'home' to the Dursleys, his extremely unpleasant relatives. He refused to call them family.

He cleared his head. He shouldn't be thinking about things like that, not in one of the few opportunities he had ever gotten to relax.

"Well, that is a rather unlucky lot in life, is it not?" A deep voice came from beneath him, startling Harry and giving him the feeling that his heart was racing.

Who's there? He tried to ask, but the words wouldn't leave his lips. The voice chuckled.

"Calm down, Harry, you are not in any danger. I simply wish to speak my piece without interruptions. Besides, there is precious little you could do regardless."

Harry was wary. Was this another trick from Voldemort? Some sort of trap? Another chuckle from the voice.

"I am no trick, my friend. Certainly, Voldemort has no power over one such as me."

Then what are you? Harry tried to ask, clearly whatever this was could read his thoughts.

"I am... a benefactor. YOUR benefactor, to be specific. I've been watching you Harry, and I believe that you deserve a break. Fate has chosen you to be it's punching bag, and I think you deserve more than that. So I'm here to give you a gift. Don't worry, it is not a quid pro quo situation, I am not asking anything in return, beyond that you enjoy my present."

What sort of present? Harry thought, still incredibly wary.

"You will see, very soon in fact. I believe I have taken up enough of your time, Harry. Goodbye."

Wait! Harry tried to shout, **** to speak to this being more. But it was useless. Just as quickly as the voice had come, it was gone again. Harry could feel the trappings of the dream fading around him. He was waking up.