Kenneth Maicdrives Wolfe was scared. He didn't know why he was but he just was. It is as simple as that. Then, he heard noises. They were faint but he definitely heard them. There were no directions of where the sound was coming from. It was everywhere. It sounded deep and… angry. He couldn't explain why it sounded like that, but there was a tone to the sounds. Kenneth began running towards nothing trying to get away from the noises. It was black everywhere. No colours or lights It was so cold, too.

"Where am I?" screamed Kenneth when he slowed down to catch his breath. Panic began to take control of his body as the sounds became discernable as voices. They were faint, so Kenneth couldn't possibly tell who the voices belonged to.

"All these… tried to stop me… not this time… followers… you… suffer… Eaters… die." An evil-laced voice said, although Kenneth could only make out certain parts of what was being spoken. The rest of the sounds were just mumblings. Then, another voice came in.

"You will never… friends… save me… let me ask you… mum and dad?" The words still came fragmented but the voice came from a younger, desperate voice. The voice was familiar to Kenneth yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Kenneth soon heard a loud, cackling laugh by the dark voice. Soon, the blackness faded away as a powerful green light emanated from the center of Kenneth's vision. His eyes were almost immediately blinded as the light turned from green to brilliant emeralds. Thousands of them were strewn all around him in a swaying ocean. The laughing stopped as Kenneth found himself floating in a green liquid that was thick and restrained his movements. The lights through the green liquid shone brighter and brighter as the seconds passed. The cackling laugh began again as the blackness came once more and engulfed Kenneth as voices, the same voices as before, came traveling back to his ears.

"Why do you… fight… can't… see… hopeless no matter…." The evil voice fragmented again.

"You… you… you… w-will never…." The younger, familiar voice screamed but sounded more and more tired.

Just then, Kenneth saw a light. It was in the shape of a person and it was drawing closer. It became brighter and brighter until he noticed someone was in the light. That person was dead. He couldn't tell who it was as the face was red and black from blood. The blood was all over the person's face and made it unrecognizable. It was a truly ghastly sight.

"I've got you now!" That dark voice broke in again and it started to laugh. He started to laugh when Kenneth woke up.

I-I

Kenneth was sweating ever so furiously. He was breathing hard and his face was a s pale as a ghost. It took him a minute to realize that it was all a dream and the panic rush he received began to subside into relief and Kenneth started to calm down. He breathed out a sigh of relief and glanced toward the window in his room that was covered by dark blue drapes. He could see light peeking out of the corners of the drapes and figured it was morning already.

He got up on shaky legs that still trembled from the adrenaline rush of that odd nightmare and walked on over to the window and separated the drapes and let the sunshine spill into and throughout the drab room.

"Kenny! Are you up yet?" Kenneth's mother yelled as she walked into his room uninvited, "You overslept and your breakfast is cold! I thought you heard me yelling for you earlier that breakfast was done!"

"Wait, are you okay, honey? You don't look very well," said his worried looking mother as she glanced up and down at Kenneth.

"I'm fine, I'm okay," said Kenneth, trying to not make eye contact with his mother, "I just had a weird dream. It may have been a nightmare. I'm fine now. Really, I am."

Clarabelle Ann Wolfe gave her son a sharp look in the eyes as she knew something more than just a nightmare had happened to her son. She let her questions lay dormant for she noticed her Kenneth was looking better already. In fact, he was looking better and better by the minute.

"So, what's for breakfast, mum?" asked Kenneth, breaking Ms. Wolfe's line of thinking, "If it is cold, then I can just heat it up with my wand."

"Kenneth Wolfe!" said Ms. Wolfe sternly, "You know good and well that you are not to use your magic outside of school!"

"Relax, mum! I was just kidding. But, when you do it, you make it too hot!" whined Kenneth.

"If you don't want your breakfast that I made for you, then I'll just feed your serving to Max!" said Ms. Wolfe while glancing at a small, white dog that was sleeping in the corner of Kenneth's room.

"Okay, mum, I'm sorry. I'm just not in the greatest mood right now," said Kenneth.

"Do you want to talk about it, dear?" asked Ms. Wolfe, putting her hand on Kenneth's shoulder but he shrugged it away.

"No, but thanks, I just want to eat my breakfast and, hopefully, then I'll feel better. By the way, what'd you make me?" asked Kenneth.

"Your favorite, of course, French toast," said Ms. Wolfe with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. She was glad that her son was feeling better already.

Kenneth, on the other hand, was utterly perplexed by his dream. Even though the nightmare seemed transient to him, he felt there was something more to it. Something he couldn't quite find the right word for it. Before he knew it, he was sitting at the table with a recently warmed up meal. The heat was radiating off the delicious looking French toast because, once again, his mum's heating spell was way too strong for simple food but he proceeded to eat it anyways, but slowly. He eventually forgot all about his unnerving dream.

When breakfast was over and his stomach was full, Kenneth decided to go upstairs to his bedroom and get dressed for his first day of summer outside of Hogwarts. He had just completed his fifth year there and was ready for a break from all the stresses that associated with learning. When he made it to his room, Max, the dog, was up and about prancing around on Kenneth's bed. He gave a small yelp of a hello and left the room.

When Kenneth was done getting dressed, he walked out of his bedroom wearing a small, blue tee shirt and beige, khaki pants but his short, curly, blond hair was still in a tangled mess. He headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair. After walking past the portrait of his mum hanging on the wall yelling at him about his hair, he made it to the bathroom where a dark figure cloaked in black with no face greeted him. Kenneth flew backwards in shock and fell down against the wall. He hit his head hard on the wall and his world slowly turned to blackness.

I-I

Kenneth was floating in green again. Only this time it was green fog. Green. All in green. His legs feel heavy, so very heavy as if they are forged from lead, while he tries to move fast, has to move fast to close the gap, to find her, to wrench her free from the man's grasp. The thing's grasp. It is with mounting anxiety that he looks down to find out what is slowing his progress, with a shock that he discovers that both his feet seem to have taken root in the ground.

"No!" screams Kenneth. He cries out in agony. Then a panic grips him and he drops his arms and he grabs one leg in an attempt to tear it free from what is now the forest floor. His leg refuses to budge. He tries the other one, tugging at it with both hands and using all his strength. It begins to break free. The earth lets go of the roots, lets go of his foot, lets go with a groan as each tiny filament clings for life to the soil of the—

"Kenneth!" A stark shrill scream shatters the summer air.

"Let go of me!" Kenneth cries out to the green trees around him.

Frantic now he tries to run, tries to run, tries to free his other leg, tries to reach the green cabin from which that scream is coming. His heart is now straining in his chest and pains from over-exertion are running up and down his left arm. He can feel the tension in his temples and in the cords of his neck.

"Kenneth!" This time it's longer, the scream suspended in the air. It was her.

"Don't leave me!" Kenneth cries out, "I'm coming! For Merlin's sake I'm coming!"

Then his legs are free and he is moving forward, dragging half the forest floor with him, closing the gap, the door before him, the clods of earth breaking away from his feet as the roots rustle like snakes in autumn leaves, past the wand that is no longer of use for some strange reason, up the steps and across the porch and struggling to open the door. His hands were different. His arms were different. He was different himself. Before he could explore this further, he swung the door open wide, a new heat now piercing his stomach, the blood now flowing down his abdomen and legs, his hands now closing tightly around the throat of this man in his path as the eyes, the tongue, the life fades to nothing and the body drops to the floor. Kenneth was too strong.

"I'm over here, Ken," she cries, "I'm hiding in the corner."

So he whirls about in the green room, searching the monochromatic space, desperately trying to find her.

"Where? Oh, where are you?" he cries, and at that very moment he sees her eyes, her beautiful eyes, in the shadow in the corner.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" he says aloud, running to her and taking to her and taking her soft, familiar body in his arms, a body that now shrinks, getting smaller and thinner until it becomes nothing.

He looks at his empty arms and begins crying. He sets his head into his hands and sobs uncontrollably.

Kenneth, at that moment, awoke in a cold wetness but didn't know if the moisture on his cheeks were tears or sweat. For a moment, he was disoriented, then he sat up with a start. He knew he couldn't tell anyone about these dreams. They would look at him like he was crazy. Maybe he was going crazy? He looked around and saw that he had only been out for a short while. His mother was still humming to herself in the kitchen as he got up and noticed that the black cloaked figure was no longer in the bathroom. It was his crazy imagination he thought. His brain was all racked up from an intense year at Hogwarts and it was relieving stress in a weird way.

But, he continued to think, were the dreams connected somehow? And, most importantly, who was the girl he was trying to save? Whoever she was, he loved her. He loved her a lot.