I have no idea of where this one is going...I just got the idea in my head today.

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"James, what's on your mind?" Lily asked as she sat down next to her boyfriend of three months.

"I don't know...Lily, I've been having dreams...But they're more than that. They feel like it's real." James stared into the common room fire.

"What are they about?" Lily asked, becoming concerned.

"Us, mainly...You and I. We're only a little older than we are now. A few years out of Hogwarts at most." James replied, his eyes vacant.

"So what's wrong?" Lily was now confused.

These dreams...Bad things happen to us. They're more like nightmares." James turned to face Lily, she looked afraid.

"Maybe you should talk to Dumbledore James...He'll know what it's all about. Who knows, maybe they are just dreams." Lily suggested hopefully.

"Yeah...Maybe..." James trailed off, getting up and striding out of the common room.

James came upon the hidden entrance to Dumbledore's office. Moving his hands quickly in front of him, he said the password, "Sugared walnuts!"

The stone gargoyle guarding the entrance sprang aside and revealed a revolving spiral staircase. James stepped on, and it carried him up to another door. He took hold of the door knocker and rapped it three times.

"Come in." He heard a voice from inside say.

James opened the heavy door and approached the Headmaster, who was sitting at his desk, scanning the headlines of the Evening Prophet.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. What brings you to my office tonight?" Dumbledore looked up from his paper and smiled placidly at the teenager before him.

"Professor, sir, I must talk to you about something that has been going on for the past few weeks." James said seriously.

"All right then, why don't you sit down." It was a command, not a suggestion.

James sat in a chair directly across from Dumbledore and took a deep breath, "I've come because I have been having these...dreams for a few weeks now. Only they don't feel like dreams, they feel indescribably realistic. In them, Lily and I are older by a few years, I believe we're married. We also have a son. But in every dream, we are torn apart. Lily and I are killed, and our son is wounded. I don't know what to think Professor."

Dumbledore said nothing at first. He thought heavily about what the boy in front of him had just said.

"Well Mr. Potter," he began after a moment, "it seems as though you are not just having dreams. You may must be having premonitions of some sort."

"What? If that is true Professor, then my future is going to be quite short. And my son--My son will be an orphan." James was struggling to take the weight of the news in.

"This is indeed true. But mark me, you should not, under any circumstances, try and change what you are seeing. These dreams are not prophecy, they are your destiny. I assume that you are only being prepared for it. Mr. Potter, please keep me informed if these dreams continue." Dumbledore said, finally rising from his chair and walking to the doorway and holding the door for James to exit.

"Yes sir." was all James could manage.


Hmm...What a short first chapter...Well, the more reviews I get, the longer the chapters will get, okay? Okay...I will probably have chapter two up either tonight or sometime this week.

Serena Gemini

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