I was studying hard. I have exams in a few weeks and I'm no where near ready. I'm not sure studying is helping though. I can't concentrate, but I was never one for all this studying. My brother, Chris, used to study all the time and he passed every exam and got top marks for everything. I was always one for studying magic…that is…until it happened. Now I struggle to remember what it was that I liked about magic, since all it has ever done is caused me and my family pain.

I look at the clock and realise it's later than I thought. I close my book and throw the pen on to the desk before turning off my lamp.

I get in to bed and try to sleep…hoping tonight I won't have the same dream…that I can stay asleep…that when I wake up everything will be how it was.

At night I always find it hard to sleep now. Many restless nights going through what happened. How he went and how I couldn't save him. I felt so powerless. Magic couldn't help and no matter how powerful I am meant to be it made no difference. What is the point in magic if you can't even save your own family?

He now exists only in other worlds and in my dreams. I've been through many different times. Many different worlds. There he exists along with everything I once knew, but here it's different. Everything has changed.

We lost Chris shortly after his fifteenth birthday. The demons came and no one was able to save him in time. Now I sleep and go in to a different world. I search for him. Search for a way to save him, but everytime there are the same demons in my dreams. Demons that take everything away. I live through the events of that night, every night of my life. I can feel danger but there's nothing I can do. Sometimes I see him in the distance but I can't reach him and then the demons come and, once again, it happens and I lose him.

Shortly after a similar thing happened, only this time it was my Dad they took. He is with my brother. I re-live every hurt. All the same feelings that I had when we lost Chris and I know the demons will be back for the rest of us. They haunt me in my dreams. A premonition of what is to come. I hear them calling, laughing, forcing me towards them. They know I want to stop it. They know how much pain this is causing, but however much I fear what is happening, I can't stay away. I keep going back and trying to fight.

Now I see you both there. In my dreams…my nightmares. I can't save you. The demons in my dreams. They stop me. I know the dangers and I know that more pain is to come. There are no words to describe it. All I know is that I have to stop it before the demons take over. For now they are just in my dreams again but the danger is very real.

I wake up in shock. In pain. The dreams…they seem so real. I don't know how much longer I can put up with these dreams and I long for a night when I won't have them.

This time though the dream was different. It wasn't my brother or Dad. It was my Mum. She is next, but I won't let that happen. I'm getting angry. They think they can just take away my family. They are wrong! I feel I'm about to explode with the anger but I manage to calm myself down. I must save the anger to use against the demons. Make sure that they will be the ones to explode. I will vanquish them.

For now I fall back in to a restless sleep. I see Chris and Dad again but they are so far away. I see my Mum. She is closer but then the demons come. Suddenly I hear a scream. I wake up and realise that it is not in my dreams. I worriedly get up and run in to my Mum's room, but it's too late. She has joined my brother and Dad. I see the demons grinning before they shimmer out and I just fall to my knees beside my Mum, tears falling down my face. All I can think of is that next will be Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige. Then me.

Can I save those who are left? Can I save myself?