A/N: My first posted Harry Potter fan fic. I'm still a bit bad at this...
Disclaimer: Do I own HP? No. Sorry. I only own Liz.
I was running. The wind whipped my hair out of my face as I ran.
I was running—Running to save a friend. I had lost my wand during the battle, and I was unable to Apparate. So I ran as fast as my short, tired legs could carry me.
But I guess I should start at the beginning.
Up until I was about six, I was normal—or your definition of normal. That was when I started doing magic (if inadvertently).
I didn't realize it then, but some of the magic I could do was not normal for a witch or wizard.
That was my visions. I had frequent "daydreams" that would come true soon after I'd had them.
Of course, I didn't think it was abnormal until I started school.
"Mum," I said, "I'm telling you—that last vision had Harry Potter in it!"
"And I'm telling you, Liz," my mum replied. "It was only a daydream. Now stop deluding yourself and put your stuff in the car. We're about to leave."
"Yes, Mother." I rolled my eyes and dragged my trunk to the car.
I was about to board the train when something caught my eye. I turned and saw Harry, not twenty feet away.
"See, Mum?" I called. "There he is! I told you!"
She didn't hear. She was already leaving, so I clambered onto the Hogwarts Express.