Hey readers, it's Kelso.

I have one note to add about this story. I couldn't figure out how to get two sub-catagories, so this is also an Eragon fan fiction. Hope you enjoy!

Kelso

I had a dream about him again. Some guy that I didn't even know was in my dreams. It had to have been the third time this week. In this particular dream, he had saved me from a deadly spell. Before he left, he turned to me and said, "We'll meet again, Lira…" and he disappeared.

Maybe my dreams were telling me something. It was that or I was going crazy. I rolled over to look at my clock. The bright neon green numbers read, 12:43am. I figured now would be a good time for my midnight walk. I had always liked to take walks when it was late. Everything was so peaceful, and it helped me clear my mind. I grabbed my sweatshirt, and headed out the door.

When I got a few blocks from my house, I stopped for a while. A few seconds later, I noticed that someone was running toward me. I was able to tell it was my twin sister, Lyra, after a few seconds. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"I was just coming to get you." she panted.

"Is something wrong…?" I asked. I was more than a little bit confused. Lyra almost never took walks during the night. And when she did, she never went farther than the end of the block. Lyra, who was still catching her breath, nodded. Just as she did, I saw someone else approaching from the darkness. Something about him seemed oddly familiar.

"He's looking for you. I have no idea who he is, but he's claiming that he knows you." She explained to me. I got a closer look of this mysterious person, and I immediately knew who he was.

He was the one from my dreams.

"Lyra…" I whispered, "He's the one from my dreams…"

"You actually know him?" she sounded bewildered. I shook my head, and walked towards him.

"I've been looking for you." He stated. I just stared at him. Somehow, I felt like I really had met him somewhere before.

"So I hear…" I replied after a few moments of silence. I had a very weird feeling in my stomach. Almost like nervousness. I didn't know exactly what it was, but I knew I had felt it before. And I knew that this feeling would soon overcome me.

"You're Lira, right?" he asked me.

"Yes, that's me." I said. "Who are you?"

"How could you not know who I am? I saved your life!"

"I know that much! I meant your name! I don't know your name."

"My name is Harry. I know I've told you that already."

"Well, if you did, I don't remember." I still had one more question to ask him. "How did you know where to find me?" Right after I said that, I knew it wasn't smart. He got tense, and his eyes looked they could burn a hole right through me.

"I have my ways…" His eyes were still fixed on me, though his glare had softened quite a bit. I felt as if he was analyzing me, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't say anything.

"You see why I'm afraid of him?" Lyra whispered in my ear. I nodded. Out of no where, Harry hugged me. I stood there, shocked. My night was getting weirder and weirder by the second. But to me, the weirdest thing that had happened was the unexplainable feeling in my stomach.

Lyra and I had decided to bring Harry back to our house. We were all sitting at the kitchen table. Harry kept his eyes fixed on me. Lyra yawned.

"Lira, I'm going back to bed," she said, and she got up and left the room. A few seconds later, I heard her door close. I looked up to have my eyes meet Harry's.

"Why did you come to find me…?" I asked him.

"I want to get to know you. You seem like an interesting person." He replied coldly.

"But why me? Why am I so special?" I inquired further, though I had no expectations of these questions being answered.

"I have my reasons." He said, but I didn't have an answer for him. I got up to get some water. I was thinking hard. I was able to think of only two reasons why Harry would find me interesting. One of them was because of what I was, and why I had been involved in the wizarding world. The other was because maybe he liked me. And with that second thought, I figured out what the feeling in my stomach was.

I liked Harry.

"Nothing rude in return… I'm impressed." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I stayed quiet, and drank my water. "Well, are you going to give me a place to sleep?"

"Yea, you can sleep on the couch." I replied. "I'm going up to my room now. You can come get me if you need anything. I'm in the room with my name on the door." I got up, put my glass in the sink, and then walked out of the kitchen. I heard Harry get up to follow me. I turned to look at him. "Good night." He whispered, and he gave me a quick hug. He turned and went back to the kitchen. I looked towards where he was, and stood for a second. Did he like me? I had the burning desire to find out the reason behind his appearance. I shook my head at my question, and walked up the stairs to my room.