disclaimer: everything you might recognize from the Harry potter world is not mine. The ones/things you do not recognize are mine though!


The beginning.

Everybody knows about the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, the 'slayer' of Lord Voldemort. Yes it was he who did it all. But there was another person. A person who preferred to stay unknown. It was this person who saved everybody and this person whose story we are going to tell.

A boy with black hair and glasses walked through a stone hallway, his wand held high in front of him. He spoke "lumos", igniting the tip of his wand. His shadowy figure proceeded along the corridor until he saw a gigantic door upon which two snakes presided. A sound echoed throughout the space emanating from the boy, almost like another language, but unrecognisable to human ears.

The doors opened…

A bright light lit the room…

Glancing down at his feet, the boy was shocked to discover a small red haired girl seemingly unconscious. Perched on his shoulder sat a beautiful golden bird with a stunning red breast. As the scene unfolded, it became apparent that the boy was holding a conversation with another boy. He also had black hair, but somehow he was different. It was as if that person wasn't real.

Another bright light.

Now the same black haired boy with glasses was twisting and turning in his bed. It was obvious he was having a bad dream. He woke up in shock and started rubbing his forehead, where upon a scar presided in the shape of a thunderbolt.

Another bright light.

This time the black haired boy with glasses was standing opposite a man with a white body. His face looked like that of a snake and his eyes gleamed red. They were both holding their wands and were talking. It was something about wands choosing the wizard and the words "elderly wand" were mentioned. Then both the black haired boy and the snake faced wizard fired a spell at one another. Their spells were set to collide…

Breathing heavily, she woke up. She was bathing in her own sweat. "It was just a dream" she told herself. "Nothing of it was real." But somehow, deep inside, the black haired boy and the snake faced wizard seemed familiar. She didn't know how. It was as if she had seen them before. "Maybe it was in another dream."

Trying not to think about the dreams she went downstairs to get something to drink. She was very quiet, but somehow her mother always knew when she was out of her bed, this time was no exception. "Sweety, what are you doing downstairs?" she asked. The girl's thoughts were racing through her head. She had always known that somehow she wasn't allowed to talk to anybody about her dreams. Not even her mother.

"I was just thirsty mum."

"A girl your age isn't supposed to be out of bed. You need your sleep."

"Yes mum."

"Now go on before you wake up your dad!"

Back in her room her mum tucked her in again.

"Now promise me that you aren't going to leave your bed again. Come on. Promise me Kylie!"

"Yes, I promise"

"Good girl. Sweet dreams."

Kylie was a young girl of only 4 years old. Though, after talking to her you wouldn't have thought it. You would say you were talking to an adult who is suffering from a spell that makes her look four again. But there was no such spell cast on Kylie. She has always had this intellect. Her vocabulary was enormous, she had no trouble with numbers and certainly no trouble with any spells or curses. She was one of the most gifted four year old ever seen, if not the most gifted of them all. She had shown everybody she ever met, just how gifted she was. It had started at being able to walk and talk at only six months old. By the time she had reached her first birthday she could already read small words. When she was two, she was reading books that her parents read. It was also around her second birthday that her parents found out that she was already showing signs of magic. Once, she even made the table float in the air.

Magic, wizards, witches, wands, brooms, owls... She knew about them since the day that she was born. Her father being pureblood wizard, meant that his parents also were wizards. Her mum, however, was muggle-born meaning her parents were muggles (non magical humans) but somehow she had always had a gift for magic. This made Kylie a half-blood, which was nothing to be ashamed of. Half of the magical community was half-blood, maybe even more. The purebloods were slowly becoming extinct, due to breading with muggle-borns or even muggles themselves giving birth to those with such gifts. Kylie never minded that – her mum was a muggle-born and she was one of the greatest witches she had ever seen – but other wizards and witches did. Though none of them were as gifted as Kylie- she already knew that at the age of three. You can only imagine how smart and advanced Kylie must be now at the age of four. Lately, however, she had been having these dreams. Dreams that woke her up in the middle of the night, keeping her from sleeping. The weird thing about these dreams was that they looked so real. It was as if she was there- actually there and looking at whatever was shown in her dream. She knew that it was impossible, but it still felt that way.

After her mum tucked her in again Kylie couldn't sleep at all. It was always like that. When she had experienced a dream that woke her up, it was impossible to go back to sleep again. All the images she had seen were swirling through her head. Trying to remember exactly what she had dreamt, she suddenly realised where she had seen the black haired boy before. It was in one of her other dreams. That dream was insane. The boy had been running through some kind of maze having to fight of a lot of different creatures. Then he had come to the end and grabbed some kind of trophy together with someone else. A second later they weren't in the maze anymore but in a graveyard. There was a fight, a green flash, men with hoods, a dead body and golden lights. It had made no sense to Kylie and it still didn't. But that was just one of the dreams she had experienced. Kylie knew she had witnessed more strange things in other dreams, but she had forgotten most. That's why she had decided a couple of months ago to write them down. It was hard, trying to remember exactly what she had seen, predominantly because most of the dreams were complex.

After Kylie wrote down her latest dream, she jumped back into her bed and wondered about the black haired boy. Where would he be? Was he in as much trouble as she always dreamt about? Did he really fight the snake faced wizard, or was it just her imagination?

Kylie went on thinking about the black haired boy and the snake faced wizard until the sun rose. Finally she got out of bed and went downstairs, only to find that she was even allowed to watch some TV.