On paper a world with magic and fantasy creatures is normally what one dreams of; sounding like possibly the best of adventures to a muggle or muggle born. I was no different and for a time it was. It was everything I could have hoped for, until my bubble shattered that Halloween.

Thankfully sleep rapidly took me out of the real world and into the world I loved –dream world. My dreams were rarely dark, most would be of me sitting on a plain bench surrounded by blank faces, and my own face with a large smile plastered over it. These moments I craved throughout the day, moments I can re-live night after night. Moments that probably won't ever be real, but neither the less treasured in my waking moments.