"In dreams we enter a world that's entirely our own." -Albus Dumbledore

Flowers. They were everywhere. One could look left and right for miles upon miles and see nothing but flowers. They were blue, purple, red, yellow, white, orange; the plants were any color you could think of, and any size one could dream of. Smiling, I knelt down to pluck one out of the earth. It was one of the most beautiful; the flower had red and golden petals. It reminded me of the china my grandmother had loved to bring out for special holidays.

I lifted the flower up to my nose, smelling the sweet scent that flowed from it. "Lovely," I breathed, feeling as if my breath had been taken away from the simple plant.

Raising my hand to my hair, I tucked the flower's green stem behind my ear, letting my brown curls fall over it.

"Stunning," a voice behind me said. I turned to look at the stranger who had complimented me. He was tall and had the build of a soldier after weeks and weeks of training. His blonde hair looked as if the sun had handed over one of it's rays to the man to make him even more beautiful than he already was. He was pale, but not so much that he looked like he was sick. His smoldering grey eyes shown like those of a soft hearted wolf.

There was only one thing that marred his features: two long lines that streaked across his face, as if something had tried to bite him but could not get a good enough grip.

He wore armor, and had a helmet tucked underneath his arm. Behind him stood a mare, whose black hair seemed to shine just as much as it's companions.

"Pardon?" A breeze blew through the meadow, filling the air with the beautiful aroma of the flowers. The stranger inhaled, a smile creeping along his face.

"You. You're as stunning and radiant as you ever have been."

I felt a blush of pink stumble across my face. "Thank you...I'm sorry, but have we met?"

The man shook his head. "Alas, we have not. But one day we will, and on that day you will hate me."

A small chuckle fell out of my lips. "Who could ever hate you? Who are you?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "You will know all of these answers one day, Hermione Granger. But not for a very long time." He walked toward me, and I took a cautious step back.

The man stopped in front of me, taking my hand in his. "Just know this: I love you. I will always love you, not matter what happens or what mistakes I make. I will always love you, and do everything because of my love for you." My eyes widened in confusion as he bent down and kissed my forehead.

I looked up at him in dismay as he removed his hand and lips from me. "C-Can you at least tell me your name?" I asked the stranger as he started toward his beautiful stallion. He turned to look at me, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Well now, if I told you that, it wouldn't be such a surprise would it?" He chuckled to himself and mounted his horse.

I bit my lip as he looked at me with sorrow and compassion. "Always remember, my sweet lion cub. I love you, Hermione." And with that, he kicked the side of his horse gently, and he rode off across the flowers.

And then I woke up.