Chapter One
I wake up and carry out my routine, the same routine I've been doing for the past 10 years. First wake myself up from my nightmare, the same nightmare I have every night. The one with magic, wands, rings, brooms and them. Their names singed into my brain, permanently branded into memory. Ron, a boy with startling ginger hair and tattered hand me downs, Hermione with soft brown hair and a kind voice, a voice that makes you like her even if she is the smartest person you will ever meet. The others, whispers and strands of laughter and sentences, Lily, James, Remus, Sirius, their names spiral off in my head causing it to pound and throb. A sharp pain attacks my forehead just above my eyes, I lift my long black and look at my head. As usual, nothing. Nothing but a faint memory of a bust of blinding white light, screams then a burning, searing pain on my head. I have no idea who the people are or anything in my dreams. My psychiatrist seems to think that I just have a very vivid imagination. I believe him because what else would you believe? That magic was real? That I could just magically forget about the people in my head? No. I refuse to be any crazier then I already am. On with my routine, next I dubiously brush my teeth, get changed and eat breakfast. The toast tastes like cardboard and the milk makes my eyes water. God, I hate my life, but it's all I've got. Next, time to walk to my job, I work as a computer technician. It's really the only job I'm good and although I don't get much from it I can't really be complaining can I?!
As I walk down Brooklyn Street, in and out of awareness of my surroundings, I notice a woman walking towards me. I knew she was walking toward this direction because despite the pavement being very overly crowded the lady's eyes were glued on my head. I felt a familiar twist in my gut, almost like I knew this person. This person with soft ginger hair curling at the ends, with the same eyes as I had hidden behind my round glasses, and her mouth. It was shaping to form a word, Harry. I stopped startled, then I remember why I thought I knew her. My dream, Lily. Yes, it was all coming back to me, the person kneeling over the cot, saying something, chanting, and then being blown away by a force. A force so strong that even she could not possibly survive. Lily narrows her eyes, letting them glide over my head, mouth and then eyes. They linger there for a second before she walks over. Sweat droplets bead at my forehead and I push the hair out of my face, this stops Lily in her track. Her shoulders drop and eyes glistening she averts me and hurriedly starts to walk away. Bewildered, I shout after her.
"Hey, um… Do we know each other?"
Tossing her head over her shoulders she replies abruptly, "No, we don't" then continues to walk away.
"You said Harry", I shout after her bringing her attention back to me and drawing a few eyes from the busy street.
She gasps, remembers herself and says "I think you're mistaken".
"But I'm not", I fire back, "How do you know my name Lil, um… miss."
Lily stares unbelievingly at me then tentatively walks towards me, "What did you call me?" she asks.
"Err, no… its… I thought you looked like someone I might know, Lily"
"How do YOU know my name?" she says.
My mind is going haywire, could it, could this be the woman from my dreams, Lily?
"I don't know, I think I might have seen you somewhere, now answer my question. How do you know me? I ask.
"Not here" she says, then "Come with me, I'll explain.
Could I trust this woman, this woman that I knew nothing about but seemed to know plenty about me. YES. Instinct told me I could and I must, she would tell me I'm not crazy and that there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this COLLOSAL coincidence.
