Chapter one: Dreams

Lily's POV

I was once again in those woods. Once again surrounded by large barren trees blocking almost all of the moonlight, except for a few feeble wisps of pale blue light casting patches onto the forest floor. Every step I took was reported by the crackling of dead leaves and the occasional heart stopping crack of a twig breaking.

I was well aware that I was a trespasser, that this was a world that I was merely invading and that I didn't know enough about. Everything about this place screamed of hidden danger. The shadows were denser then they should've been, and they seemed to swirl and twist into the most sinister shapes that melted and changed again before I could ever get a good look. The wind sounded like hushed whispers and felt like cold breath on the back of my neck. Suddenly the thin, snaking, path I was traveling turned a sudden bend and as I turned the corner I stopped before a small figure blocking my way.

The girl was probably no older than ten with pale skin, lighter than the feeble moonlight, Her blonde hair was pulled into braids on either side of her face, her eyes were shockingly blue and the white robes she wore shimmered like a light shroud around her.

"You've returned again." The younger girl said in a voice barley louder than the whispering wind in the trees. "I really don't have a choice, do I?" My own voice echoed unnaturally in the darkness around us. She simply smiled sadly, "Of course you have a choice, you just don't know it." I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Obviously," I muttered. The girl inclined her head slightly to the side as though considering something. "You are different from other visitors, do you know that?"

"How so?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact the wind was gradually growing louder. "You're not afraid of what lies beyond the trees." She said motioning to dark depths of the forests. "Why should I be?" I answered with a hesitant shrug, "It's just shadows." The girl studied me for a second then nodded. "Right, shadows." That's all she managed to say before the wind swelled to a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet.

Then the world turned itself on end and I was hurled toward the sky. Jagged branches cut into my skin as I plummeted toward the pitch black abyss.

I shot up in bed and just managed to bite down on my scream. I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself but I ended up hyperventilating for a few minutes. When I did calm myself down I looked down at my arms and saw cut and marks littered across my skin.

"Damn," I quietly cursed to my darkened bedroom.

Before you read any further there's something I have to explain about myself. I'm not normal. I'm a witch. But there's more to my abnormality than that, I'm the Daughter of the Boy-Who-Lived, and I go to a school that teaches magic. I know how to ride a broom, and cast spells and brew potions. But strangest of all, I can see and speak to the dead.