Half Blood Prince Era
Prologue

I was in the room again. The gloomy, confined room which constantly appeared to me for one reason or another. No matter how hard I shouted for help or banged on the walls, nothing would happen, no one would help. This time was different though. When I was about to hit on the walls, a ray of light shot through what I now assumed were the doors. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the new light and there before me, I saw a boy who was just as bewildered to see me as I him. I'd never seen this person before. What was he doing here? He was a teenager who looked about seventeen. He had piercing grey eyes and strikingly white blonde hair. In the room behind him there was a load of junk and various items cluttered around the place. I only got a quick glimpse though.

"Who are you?" the boy shouted in a British accent. His hand went straight for his pocket and took out a short branch which I knew immediately was a wand. I didn't know what to say, how to react because after all, I didn't know why I was here-

I gasped and fell to the floor, onto the dull, terracotta tiles which I knew were home. Mum was already at my side, her dull blue-grey eyes looking into mine.

"It's happening again isn't it?" she whispered even though no one was in the spacious, bright yellow kitchen. I could barely hear her over the various Irish birds outside singing their hearts out. I was so dazed at my last encounter that I just nodded.

"I thought you said you weren't having anymore of these visions," she muttered while pushing some of her greying hair behind her ears. I just looked at her blankly. I was too ashamed to say anything and if I did, I was positive nothing would come out. She nodded at me and pulled me up. When I was standing up she stroked my hair gently, "Oh, baby, it'll be ok."

I sighed at her, "Mum, I'm eighteen. I'm an adult you know."

She just laughed at me, "Well…. these visions are reoccurring for some reason. Let's find out why." I walked over to the sink and got myself a glass of water while mum ran off to her bedroom up the hall. I looked out of the kitchen window, onto the Irish countryside and I saw two Aethonans which one of the local neighbours bred. They obviously had the Disillusionment Charm casted on them in case of any muggle passer-bys. It was a sunny day too which was rarer than a blue moon in the west of Ireland. While I was staring at the chestnut winged horses, my mother had returned with two amethyst pendants which I had never seen before.

"Sandy, this is a band of dreams," she waved them in the air, the sun hitting off the jewels, creating various colours which were bouncing off the walls. "Amethyst is the gem of thoughts, so what we'll do is I'll put one on while you wear the other. We will entwine them together and with a fairly simple spell we'll see some of your visions. I guess it's the easy way out of using Legilimency."

I nodded at her in reassurance. I slipped the pendant over my head and tied it to Mums' one with the extremely long gold chain. Mum put her hands on my shoulders. "Visum Somnium," my mother whispered and everything went blurry.

I was in the small room again but I felt my mothers' presence with me even though she was nowhere in sight. Within seconds of joining the vision, the door opened and the blinding light seared in. Once again, the young wizard looked shocked. It hit me just then that this wasn't a room that I was trapped in. It was a cupboard or some type of cabinet. "Who are you?" he shouted as he went to grab his wand. I said nothing, knowing that I was about to be awakening from this vision...

I opened my eyes, expecting to be back at home but no, I had entered another dream. It was a dream that I'd certainly not seen before. I was in a large room which was slightly dark except for the lights which were giving a light blue hue in the corners of the room. I didn't have a clue about where I was till I saw the toilet stalls. It was evidently a bathroom, but why was I here? I started to panic as I couldn't sense my mother here. Suddenly, the blonde haired boy stormed in right past me. He took off his navy jumper and threw it on the ground beside him. He was obviously stressed out as his hair was ruffled, as if tired. He turned on one of the taps and began to wash his face. He gripped the sides of the sink and began to hiccup. He started sobbing quietly into the sink for a few seconds but stopped abruptly when he looked into the mirror and saw me in it. He turned around and stared at me, with tears running down his cheeks. He was more than likely thinking 'what was I doing in this bathroom?'. "What do you want from me?" he whispered. I stared at him, shocked at all the pain I saw in his eyes.

"I…. I don't know," I said sounding apologetic. He was about to take a step closer to me when a voice interrupted the silence.

"What's wrong Malfoy? Guilt finally catching up with you?" We both turned around to see a lad about the same age as me with short black hair and round glasses. I assumed that Malfoy was the boys' name that I was just talking to. He was talking to Malfoy and ignoring me. "I know it was you who put the charm on the necklace and cursed Katie, no point in denying it." I was taken aback when I heard that accusation but the boy with glasses kept talking, "I wish I could say that you might as well give yourself up now but we all know that Snape would vouch for-"

"-Crucio," shouted Malfoy while pointing his wand at the other boy. He jumped out of the way and the curse struck one of the many sinks which blew into smithereens.

"Stop," I yelled but they were both launching spells at each other on opposite sides of the various stalls. I ran over to the black haired boy and kept shouting at him to stop. He completely ignored me and started to dash towards the top of the bathroom. Knowing what he was going to do, I ran up to the top where the cubicles ended and there I saw Malfoy. He was about to cast a spell but froze when he saw me. A split second later the other boy came from behind me.

"Sectumsempra."

I screamed as I had no hope in dodging it but somehow the spell went through me and hit Malfoy. He was thrown back by the spell and went out of sight. A young female ghost came out from one of the stalls and flew out of the bathroom, screaming at the top of her lungs. The boy behind me just stood there speechless. Immediately forgetting how the spell went through me, I ran around the corner to see if he was ok.

And once again I was back at home. I sat there in front of my mother, breathless. It was the total opposite of an adrenaline rush I was feeling. I was full of worry and dread. "Did you see that?" I asked Mum. All she did was nod while taking off the necklaces and looking into the distance. It was awhile before one of us spoke.

"How many times have you seen that last vision?"

"Never. What exactly happened?"

"I don't really know. I have no doubt though that you need to go and find this Malfoy boy. Even if what we saw was just a scrap and these visions mean nothing. It worries me though that you're actually seeing events as they're happening."

I stared at her in puzzlement and taking a deep breath I said, "What makes you think that?"

She sighed and paused for a moment. She was probably choosing her words carefully.

"Well, it's only a wild assumption but I believe that what you saw just now was a current event. There's no way I can prove it but it's a gut feeling. Remember Sandra, there's no such thing as 'coincidences' in the magical world. There will be no harm in looking for him anyway."

I looked out the kitchen window, onto the lawn thinking of how I would possibly find someone only by knowing 'Malfoy'.

"How will I be able to find him? We don't have a clue on where to start," I stated.

"Well, first of all we've got to point out the obvious. This Malfoy is British by his accent. He goes to a wizardry school-"

"-and how did you suss that out?"

Mum shrugged. "Well, Malfoy and the other boy were wearing the same type of clothes which I'm assuming is a uniform. Also to have such an array of spells, they definitely had to of been taught that. If they're in a boarding school or not we'll have to find that out. Without doubt, a reasonable place to start is in the British wizardry tabloids. The Daily Prophet may be the best. Go to a library today and look for anything about a Malfoy, ok?"

"I found it, I found it," I shouted excitedly the next day as I ran through the house to find Mum and Dad in the sitting room.

"Found what?" asked my Dad, pushing his reading glasses to the top of his balding head and looking away from his newspaper.

"The Malfoy person. His name is Draco Malfoy. His father had been convicted of being a Death Eater in the summer and is currently in Azkaban."

"About time that the British Ministry caught one of them if you ask me," Mum muttered while her eyes were drifting over to Dad. She got up from the sofa and hit him on the head.

"Christopher! Listen to your daughter when you just asked her something."

"Okay, okay, but don't hit me again Karen," Dad smirked. "So that's good Sandy. Where is this Draco lad at the moment then?"

With a grin from ear to ear I told them, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. I contacted Professor Albus Dumbledore by owl earlier and he has already replied saying eagerly, that he wishes to have a private meeting with me in Hogwarts, in three days time."