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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! (unfortunately)
Chapter 1: strange new world The wind cruelly pounded on the window as if seeking to get into the boy's Griffindor Dormitory,wreeking havoc throught the night as it rampaged around the castle. An eerie silence hung around the room,only gentil breath could be heard. Well,almost all the breath was gentil. Fred Weasley,twin of George Weasley,fourth oldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley wasn't sleeping peacfully at all. It had started off as a strange feeling in the back of his mind but as he slept on it intensified into a fully fledged nightmare. His nightmare seemed familiar somehow...of course this had happened before,it had started when he had met her,Hermione Granger who was his youngest brothers best friend. She plagued his mind as seconds turned to minuits,minuits to hours,hours to days. Fred had told himself earlier that day that it wasn't worth coming clean with his feelings,"After all why would she,the most intelligent girl I know, wanna go out with an idiot like me who doesn't take class seriously" He had murmered to himself before he had drifted to sleep.
Not two minuits after the dream had begun something unexplainable happened, He was flying through the air muscles tight in confusion *Just a dream* was what a voice in his head whispered cooly to him,too cooly perhaps. The voice had seemed mysterious and sneeky. He willed his eyes to open once he felt gravity pull on him,and with a shocking start he realised that this was no dream. Wizards could tell the difference between reality and dreams since they were magic after ! he had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed himself plummeting towards a lake of pure,sparkling water soaking his nightshirt and bottoms. He scanned his surroundings finding that in his view was an adorable sight, Mountains as tall as the sky,covered with a delicate layer of fluffy white snow,were towering over a landscape of breathtaking flowers and trees of pure light, a high sun shone in the background slightly hidden from view and to top it all of the dazzling lake in which he floated. Breathing deeply, he took in the scent of nature around him and sighed, this was what it should be like back home at the burrow,at Hogwarts. Fresh air that will clean your sole making it good and pure. A slight movement to his right caught his eye, a misty hand of white gradually made its way towards him offering him help. Shifting uncomfortable he lifted his head higher only to look into the eyes of the person he least expected and if he was correct she was dead. Lilly Potter! He scanned her face again and again trying to agree wih this knowledge but in his head he reasoned strongly. * she is dead how is it that she is standing in front of me it's impossible,it must be a dream after all! ha wait till George hears about this one!*he mused in his curious mind. A voice carried him back to reality or really the confusing reality in front of him." This is NOT a dream despite what you think Mr Weasley and please do not say things are impossible for what you believe is impossible is possible to someone else. You seem confused Mr Weasley,all will be explained in time but firt you must dry off quickly if you want answers."
In no time at all he was dry and waiting for answers while sitting in a luxuriously soft chair. Lilly Potter sat opposite him inwardly grinning at his impatient expression. "well, where are my answers?, My only question here is what is going on?" He burst not able to controll himself." You are currently in the world of the dead" was his only reply.