My sisters and my lives change for the worse, or for the better, by arrival of a snowy-owl and a disturbing dream, which I think has something to do with this slight turn of events.

The train journey from platform nine and three quarters brings another dream for myself, and new people to meet as well.

Lessons begin and all the teachers have their own ways according to me. I miss Eleora and Madison, and Kenny is always ogling at Devlin. But I get the inside gossip about the blue-robed woman.

A weekend at Hogwarts can be just as eventful as any normal school day… but what will happen when my sisters and I enjoy the wonderful game of Quidditch? Will something happen involving the rivalry between Houses… or sworn enemies?

The week drags by and my detention with Potter and Devlin dawns on me as a feeling of regret of ever coming into this magical world, especially when Potter is treating Devlin as though he isn’t his son at all.

A dream scares me… Severus Snape has began his secret lessons with us… they’re not pleasant, especially when he tells us what they consist of. He tells us what the prophecy actually means… and that sounds even worse.

I visit Kenny everyday after her accident, but she doesn’t seem to wake. Devlin and Halden have recovered but feel guilty for not saving her sooner. I just want her to be all right, but will she wake before the Christmas Ball?

I wake up in the Hospital, totally disorientated and wondering how I got here. Harry explains this point to me, and I’m totally shocked… worst is I have to explain this to him as to what it means… and yet, I’m stuck living in a demented world!

It’s Valentines in the castle, the worst holiday in my life and Kenny’s as well, that’s until she receives a card and she gets all excited over it. Even Eleora and Madison are happy because of the cherubs delivering Valentines. And where am I? Alone at the outer-edges of the whole thing…

The ones involved with the prophecy are put through a rigorous test involving a sleep-over in the Room. I didn’t want them to see my dream again… but I had to prove to myself; and to myself alone, that I could fight my own power.

The days of the Easter holidays are the same for awhile, we tidy around Number Twelve, but Harry has decided to take us to his own home. I was happy about that; just to get out of someone else’s memories was bliss, but what would become of me when I stepped forth in the house belonging to the Potters?