Muggle orphanage
I can feel it sometimes.
Pulsing away
Next to my heart
In my heart
Raw and powerful...
Magic?
No, no, of course not.
Magic doesn't exist.
It's just a story.
A fairy tale for babies.
Everyone knows that.
Or do they?
The other children laugh at me.
They say I have a strange name.
Maybe it is strange. Sarah.
Sarah Ravenclaw.
But I don't care.
It's my name.
I wouldn't want another.
Sometimes
At night
I get dreams.
No, not dreams
More like visions.
It's as though I'm far away
From the dormitory and the matron.
A castle
Huge, stone, weathered
With towers upon towers.
Or inside-
I just KNOW it's inside
A huge hall
Like the great halls in stories
And children.
Not like here-
Pinched and white-
But shouting, laughing, happy children.
I see animals too.
Once, I saw a dragon
It was black
And it was standing over a clutch of eggs.
And once,
I saw a dog.
Enourmous
And black
With big, pale eyes.
I see people too.
A little winzened old man
With a huge sense of power hung about him
And a girl
With bushy brown hair
And normally a pile of books.
And there's the boy...
A few years older than me
Thin, small.
With black hair that sticks up at the back
And green eyes.
He wears glasses.
Round ones.
And he has a scar
On his forehead
Thin, red,
Like lightning...
I know he's important
Him and the man and the castle and the dog,
But I don't know how.
But someday,
Somehow,
I'll find out.