Chapter 1: A Dream Come True?

Harry Potter is the most unusual boy you would ever meet. Not because he's a wizard or because how much he doesn't belong in his aunt and uncles house, but because of his scar on his forehead. This scare is a souvenir from the most powerful dark wizard of the century.

At the age of 1 Harry Potter and his family were attacked by an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort. Voldemort killed Harry's father first and his mother second, while she tried to save Harry. She had sacrificed herself for her sons well being. That act had caused Voldemort's killing curse to backfire and rebound back on him. Harry was left with nothing but a lightning bolt scare on his head and some powers from Voldemort.

It was near 3:00 in the morning and Harry Potter was lying on his stomach reading Famous Quidditch teams and players, a gift from his best friend Ron Weasly. He was getting a bit tired so he closed his book and looked at his other gifts. Hermione Granger sent him a set of gobstones and a deck of Exploding Snap cards. Hagrid, the Hogwarts Grounds keeper, send him a giant pack of his favorite sweets, including chocolate frogs and Bertie Botts every flavored beans. Sirius had sent him a book of charms and curses. But this year he got a gift from someone else. Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore sent him a letter telling him to come to his office behind the gargoyle, after the start of the term feast. Harry was curious and intrigued with this news.

Harry looked at the clock again. It was now 3:30 in the morning. He stopped his ponderings, got into bed and almost immediately went to sleep.

He was flying through a city he had never seen before, on his Firebolt when he landed at a house. It wasn't a large house; in fact it was a duplex. Nothing Special. He went up to the door and knocked three times. What was he doing? A young girl, about his age, maybe younger, opened the door.

"Hello?" she asked in a confused manner. She had long dark hair, and where the sun hit it, it seemed to shine blue. Her eyes were large and hazel and she seemed to have a scar on her upper arm. It looks just like mine.... "I'm Dianna Davis, can I help you?" Then the house and the girl seemed to swirl before him and with a flash of green light and someone screaming. Then a high cold laugh sounded...the laugh of Lord Voldemort.

Harry woke up drenched in cold sweat. He had been having this dream at least four times a week now. He had written Sirius but he hadn't been able to tell him another about it. Each time he had it though, he wondered who Dianna Davis was and why was he dreaming of a stranger?

But Harry didn't have time to think about it more because he went straight back to sleep.

Four hours later he was up again and quite tired. But he couldn't sleep anymore then he already had because he was on his way to king cross station in London. Uncle Vernon was yelling up the stairs at him. "GET DOWN HERE NOW OR I'M NOT TAKING YOU!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming," Harry mumbled back.

In less then two minutes, he was down stairs, dressed and ready. "Are you ready?" Uncle Vernon asked irritably. Harry nodded and they left. He was happy he was going back to Hogwarts, although he wasn't sure how it would go, considering all that had happened last year...Cedric's death, the Tournament...Voldemort back. What he didn't wonder about that, he was more interested in what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about. He had never before heard of it happening.

After what felt like no time at all, they were there. Uncle Vernon tossed Harry's trunk out of the car and drove off. Harry picked it up and walked into the station and to the barrier where he would casually walk into a wall and through it. And that's exactly what he did.

Before him lay platform 9 and ¾. Like normal around the first day of school, the platform was crowded with students. Many said Hi to him, such as Neville Longbottom, a forgetful boy and Seamus Finnegan.

Harry got onto the train and found an empty compartment in the back. Having 10 minutes to spare till the train left, he went to find Ron and Hermione.

Ron wasn't hard to spot through the crowd. He had grown a few more inches and his flaming red hair stuck out like an apple in a group of grapes. He hurried quickly over to him. Luckily and surprisingly, Hermione was there with him. They all laughed and greeted each other, then went to get seats on the train.

While putting away their baggage, Ron implied that it seemed extremely easy for Harry to find them. Harry just laughed while pointing at Ron's hair. He frowned and then they all began to laugh.

They laughed until interrupted by a knock at the compartment door, the group exchanged looks. Harry stood up and opened it, gasping as he did so.

There stood the girl from his dream, although she looked much prettier in real life. "Hi, I'm Dianna Davis. Um, I was wondering..." Harry interrupted her.

"You, your," he stuttered. She raised her brow questioningly. Hermione and Ron pushed past him.

"Hi!" They said in unison.

"Hello." She said back, smiling. "I don't suppose you have room left here? Everywhere else seems to be full." Dianna wasn't normally a talkative person but she was excited to be starting a new school and it boost up her spirits.

"Sure!" replied Hermione. Dianna, Hermione, Ron and Harry sat down. Harry was still gaping at Dianna.

"So, are you new?" asked Hermione.

"Yes. I'm from a state school." Hermione's eyes widened and Ron, who was staring off into space suddenly jumped out of it.

"How old are you?"

"Oh! I'm fifteen."

"So you'll be starting your fifth year?" Ron asked excitedly.

Dianna's smile lessened. "Nope."

"Well, why not?"

"Well I guess you could call me a squib or perhaps a late bloomer? I didn't show any magical signs until this year."

"So you're in starting your first year?"

"Yep. I'll be meeting the Headmaster before and after the feast tonight."

"Afterwards?" asked Harry, finally coming out of his daze.

"Yes, he sent me this note..." she pulled a piece of parchment from her robe pocket and began to read it:

Dear Dianna Davis,

After the start-of-term feast, please come to my office,

behind the gargoyle. The password is Pepper Imps.

"What!?!" shouted Harry. "I got the same note!" He pulled his letter from Dumbledore and gave it to her. Dianna read it to herself quickly before replying.

"I wonder what he would want to talk to us both about..." Just then Neville Longbottom entered.

"Were almost there, might want to change..." Ron thanked him and then Neville noticed Dianna. "Hey, who are you?"

"Names Dianna, nice to meet you!"

His face grinned slightly. "I'm Neville Longbottom, welcome to Hogwarts." He quickly left the compartment.

"Well, let's put on our robes then," Hermione said, breaking the silence.

Right after their robes were on, the train stopped. "That was a close one," Ron said. Hermione, noticing Harry's silence then said, "Harry, what's the matter? You've been awfully quiet."

"I'll tell you later," replied Harry looking pointedly at Dianna. Right after that had been said, a familiar voice broke through the air.

"First years, come first years, this way! All right you three?" said Hagrid.

"Hey Hagrid," they replied together.

"Well, I gotta go. I'm still a first year." Slight apprehension filled her features as she went to follow Hagrid to the boats.

"Bye Dianna!" The group on now three climbed into the horseless carriages.

"So what's up?" asked Ron.

Harry hesitated. "I had another dream," he began explaining every detail to his two best friends.

Ron and Hermione, both knowing how Harry's dreams usually become true, immediately started to worry. "But Harry, the only dreams you've had that really happened had to do with you-know-who," Hermione said worriedly.

Ron's eyes widened. "What if she's You-know-who's- daughter."

Why would Dumbledore want to see her and Harry in his office then?" asked Hermione icily.

"Well...," began Ron but Harry, who was staring off into space, interrupted him.

"Why didn't Malfoy bother us on the train?"

"Maybe he missed the train," grinned Ron.

"Or maybe he went to Durmstrang finally," yelled Hermione gleefully.