Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for Lizzy and Caitlyn. Please do not sue me.


Grey eyes snapped open. Elizabeth Johnson sat up in her bed. She immediately pulled her dark red hair into a tight pony tail and shoved her glasses on. She always hated her hair. It attracted unpleasant names such as carrot top. And her glasses didn't help much with the name calling either. But right now she wasn't thinking about that.

She stood up and walked over to her desk at the far side of the room. She opened up the dream journal she'd been keeping since she was 8. Her pencil was poised over the paper, shaking. How to describe it? The tip of the pencil made contact with the paper, and before she knew it, it was moving rapidly across the paper.

Elizabeth looked at the paper when she was done. It was what she expected. For some reason, whenever had a dream about this boy, it always came out as a picture.

She ripped it out of the notebook and walked over to a wall next to her bed. This wall was completely covered with pictures of the same boy. One where he was on the top of a building while a group of fat boys looked at him, dumbfounded. One where he was looking as a cobra in the zoo with a really fat boy with his father and mother. But the one that turned up the most was him, in a variety of ages, in what looks like a cupboard. He had a look on his face of pure loneliness.

She tacked the new picture on the wall and surveyed it. Picking up the phone, she dialed a familiar number. A girl her age picked up, "Hello?"

"Come over. I had another one." They hung up the phone and 20 minutes later a girl with wavy brown hair rushed into her room. "Caitlyn!" Elizabeth shouted as way of a greeting.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Lizzy. I had to get dressed then help my mom feed my little brother. Apparently peas are little aliens from Mars, and if you eat them they'll eat your brain from the inside out."

Lizzy shook her head slightly, "I'm so sorry."

"Anyway," Caitlyn said, quickly changing the subject, "Let's see this new picture." She walked over to join her friend in front of the wall. "Is that it?" she said pointing at the picture. Lizzy nodded. "I wonder what it means. I mean you've been having these dreams for how many years now?"

"As long I can remember." Lizzy answered thinking back.

"And the boys always the same?" She asked studying the pictures. Lizzy nodded. "What's his name? Harry Potter?" She nodded again. "This one," she pointed at the newest picture again, "It looks as if he's riding a broom. I think it might be a game." This was true. The boy with messy black hair and glasses with a peculiar cut across his forehead. He was wearing what looked resembled a mix between a choir robe a catches outfit. One arm was outstretched and was about to grab what looked like winged ball.


3471 miles and an ocean away, Harry Potter caught the snitch to win the game.


Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so short. I couldn't think of any thing else for now. I will (hopefully) update soon. Please Review!