When Niall Lynch was a young man, a young Dreamer in Ireland he had dreamed himself up a wife named Aurora, her blond hair, her blue eyes, her loving sweet smile.
One day, about a year before he migrated to the US, him and Aurora were sitting in the field that he had first dreamed his wife. They had been sitting, discussing the pros and cons of moving cross the sea when something strange, even strange for Niall T. Lynch happened.
A few feet away, under a tree in the shadows a young man, looking around the age of Seventeen appeared.
Niall watched, weighted. a few minutes of this the young man finally noticed that he had an audience. Niall squinted his eyes as he could see the boy muttering something to himself. but then the boy stiffened and turned his head like he was listening to something, at the same time a shiver pierced through Nialls body.
Thundermans started to approach in Niall stood up. when the young man spoke he had a British accent Niall noticed.
" so I was told that you're the one to see when it comes to magical artifacts and fake documents?"
Niall raised an eyebrow and nodded.
The young man smiled, his black hair shifting, Niall could see a faded lightning bolt shapes scar on his forehead before his hair shifted back and his green eyes lit up and amusement has he stuck out his hand.
"Nice to meet you Niall Lynch, I'm Harry James Potter."
