CHAPTER 1

Harry Potter was in the living room, watching television, lying on the couch, and he was waiting with anticipation for the commercials to finish as his favorite TV show, 'Scooby Doo', was about to begin.

Harry heard the front door being unlocked. He went down the stairs and saw that his father was back home.

'Hey, Dad,' said Harry, waving to his father with a thin smile. His father, Peter Potter, was a well-built man in his early forties with brown hair and green eyes. He was an Administrative Coordinator in the Marriott Downtown Hotel, New York. He usually came back home after 9 PM, however, this time he came just before 8. Harry looked like a younger version of him, only with a small lighting-shaped scar on his forehead.

'Why are you home so early?' Harry asked, with a surprised face.

'Well, I decided that it was better for me to spend some time with my son,' answered Peter.

Harry was staring in disbelief. His father usually did not leave work early just to be with his son. Peter opened his briefcase and handed Harry a package.

'What is this?' asked Harry.

'It's a present for your Name Day. Remember it's the 30th July?" his father said calmly.

Harry had completely forgotten about that. He then quickly opened the package. He realized he had received a new Rubik's Cube. Harry was quite a fan of puzzles. He solved the hardest of Sudoku puzzles in less than five minutes. He went on to hug his father.

'Thanks, Dad, I appreciate it very much,' said Harry with obvious appraisal in his tone.

Peter smiled and told Harry to check the note which was also in the package. He noticed a carefully folded note with a neat handwriting. It said:

"Dear Harry,

I know that I have not been the father you wish I am, as of lately. I understand that, too, but you should know that it is all because of my job. I am sincerely sorry that I cannot spend more time with you. Happy Name's Day and may all your wishes come true.

~Peter"

Harry smiled and went back to his couch as he had already missed the first ten minutes of 'Scooby Doo'. However, he was not feeling down because of it. While watching, he was playing around with his new cube, performing extremely difficult algorithms for solving it. After a few minutes his father joined him on the couch.

"This show is still on ah? It was my favorite when I was your age but since I started working I haven't had time. And from now on I promise to pay more attention to you, to spend more time with you and actually be a good dad for once."

"Thanks dad but you've always been great. And since you're going to start paying attention to me I have a question that you always avoid but I swear I'm old enough to know."
"What do you want to ask me? "

"Well I just wanted to know about mom and where she is. What happened between you two? "- Harry was wondering if he should share what had been occurring to him the past couple of weeks but he didn't really know if his father had the answers to his questions. Peter was very secretive about his son's mother (the only thing Harry was ever told about her was...) so the boy suspected he would not be satisfied with the explanation this time, either. He quite frequently had a repetitive dream about a girl with brown hair, light on her face so he couldn't see her except the scar on her forehead which was identical to his and she was waving to him. After he usually wakes up he sees stuff flying around, hearing strange voices but being alone in the room and most importantly he came up with the strangest things after those dreams. One day he even had the urge to buy a pet snake but his father didn't alone him with the excuse of being afraid.

"You know, Harry. One day you will find out but today is not that day. Now, lets see if you can solve this Rubik's cube or not" – his father said calmly but firmly and they both turned their attention to the new object.

On the other side of the United States of America, there was one girl in particular that was very interesting. Her name was Beca and she had brown hair and blue eyes, with a scar on her forehead which she often questioned her mother about but was only told one thing "It's a birthmark sweety, everybody has his own little birthmark the only difference is, yours is plastered to your face".

Beca lived with her mother, Margaret, in the suburbs of Seattle. They were not very rich, as they were living alone. Beca had had a father a long time ago but her mother divorced him because he often preferred his job than his family.

The teenager was quite closed to herself. She did not have many friends and she did not share anything related to her life with anybody. She kept everything to herself.

The brunette also enjoyed creating and editing music. She was very good at it. Her dream was to become a professional DJ one day. Her mother was not on the same opinion, though. She wanted her daughter to graduate from college and then pursue a normal career, instead of goofing around. They argued almost every night about it, after her mother came back from work. She worked as a waiter at a well-known bar, but her salary was not very high.

While Beca was in her room, editing a mashup between 'The Proclaimers - I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)' and 'David Guetta – Titanium', her mother came into her room, furious.

'Why are you not preparing for the next school year?!' said Margaret.

Beca frowned.

'Why don't you just get out of my room and leave me alone?' answered the girl.

"I am your MOTHER! GET UP THIS INSTANT AND DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME WANT TO KILL YOU" – Margaret screamed.

"You can't use the "I am your mother card" whenever you find it convenient. What if I didn't want to live with you? What if I wanted to go to my dad? AH? OH WAIT I CAN'T BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS OR IF HE IS EVEN ALIVE! – Beca kept shouting back.

"Don't be a smartass and start taking some responsibility. You are almost an adult you need to learn how to take care of your sorry ass."

'Yeah, whatever,' Beca answered as her mother slammed the door, walking out.

She was a lazy girl. Probably a little bit too much for her age. That didn't cause her any trouble, though. She was always in the top of her class at school. However, she never went out with her classmates during the whole summer. She was always in her room, either playing video games or making music.

One thing she had was a boyfriend. Jesse was a 16 year old boy of medium height who was very fit. He trained football and he would always buy Beca flowers when they met. She was very fond of him and she could not imagine life without him. He told her that she was the most amazing girl he had met in his life. They were very close and they would chat all night without getting bored. He had a goofy smile and puppy dog eyes. That made him every girls dream – cute, polite, funny, with a fit body and a gentleman. But he wasn't a very good listener (everybody has their flaws) so Beca didn't even try to discuss her problems with him.

She was tired of her mother's shit so she just went to sleep. She had a weird dream, though. She had it very often but she could not understand its meaning. She was seeing a boy who had brown hair and had the same lightning-shaped scar on his forehead as her. She never told anyone about this dream. She wanted to define its meaning by herself but she was quite unsuccessful.

The boy would wave at her; however she could do nothing in her dream. As if her muscles were not functioning properly. She couldn't see his face - only the scar and his body. Sometimes after waving for some time the boy would give up and back away and sometimes he would start whispering things she couldn't hear and then just start screaming.

Every time she woke up with eyes full of tears, her whole body sweating as if she had just finished gym class. This time it was no different. When she woke up her head was spinning, her pillow was wet from her tears and her sheets were on the floor. She felt cold but hot waves kept coming over her and she didn't know what to do.

She was experiencing strange things for the past few weeks, things she could not explain with any other word except MAGIC. Stuff flying around in the kitchen, sometimes she had the feeling the pictures in the living room were moving and she had strange cravings after a dream but she didn't tell her mother or boyfriend though because they would think she was insane so she just kept it to herself. Maybe she was getting insane.

And so Beca did the first thing that came to her mind. She got up, sat at her desk and turned her laptop on. She checked the time – It was 3 AM. "Right on time," she thought. She decided to finish the mix she started before going to bed. Before that, though, she logged on Facebook to check if anyone was online and to her surprise, Jesse was up. She didn't know what he was doing at this time of the night and since she knew email and she secretly found out his password (not that she didn't respect his privacy but still...) she decided to log in from his profile.

What she didn't expect what Jesse chatting up a girl from their class. She felt a pang of jealousy in her stomach. At first she thought she was just imagining things but then when she opened the chat she saw all the kiss and the heart emoticons sent to this girl and she immediately closed the laptop with a bang.

She laid on her bed, crying but soon her quiet sobs turned into whimpers and before she knew it, she was asleep.