J.K. is the owner; she's the lady, I'm just having fun.

I'm not making any money through this.

Please don't sue me I don't have anything.

Thanks to the good writers that I've read. For sure they've influenced me.

And like one of them said, if you recognize something, it isn't mine.

Chapter 2: For You

The lights seemed to grow dimmer as she approached the alley. Each step carrying her farther and farther into growing darkness as her breath quickened and her heart thundered in her chest. There was an eerie, luminescent glow that radiated from the moon and reflected up from the black, moisture-drenched pavement.

She stood at the entrance of the alley, her neck craning from side to side, her eyes straining to adjust to the odd darkness. She knew that she shouldn't be here, but her mind could not fight the urges of her body. She had to see what those men were doing; there was something wrong with the situation. Perhaps it was her intimate fantasies about the world she imagined they came from. Although deep down she knew that is was impossible.

She was about to force herself to leave, trying to put reality back into the forefront of her mind. It was then that she saw it leaning in the corner. Its cold silver metal gleaming in the barren moonlight, each soft bend cast into blue light and shadow. She immediately recognized it for what it was; it was a very old, very eloquent candleholder. The absurdity of it being placed there pushed here to approach it despite the fact that the voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her. 'You're mad; some murder may have hidden it in here. God knows what those people were up to.

Her eyes and thoughts distracted her she did not hear the approaching footsteps. It was the muted, indiscernible sounds of an argument that stirred her from her musings. Fear set in as her head snapped to the alley's entrance. Two shadows cast themselves on the lit street just outside. Instinct took over and she went into survival mode. Her feet were in motion long before her mind could tell her what to do. She propelled herself down the alley and ran into the first crevice she could find.

She slid down the locked door and hoped that both the distance and the looming staircase would hide her cowering figure. The voices drew nearer, the sounds of their feet now echoed off the dingy walls of the deserted alley.

"It's a total waste of time." Came an angry mutter.

"What did you expect?" The companion replied with annoyance clearly in his voice. " You believed him? Did you really think that…old dog was going to give you anything important?"

"I've known him for a long time," the other answered gnashing his teeth, " and he is not a liar nor just any wizard."

'Wizard?' She thought, her eyes widening even further.

"And after so many years he just shows up, out of the blue, almost dying, to tell you he had charmed a different key?" The first man responded mocking his associate. "And you believed him! Why didn't you remember to ask him what was so special about that thing?" He continued his anger rising with each syllable.

She heard each and every word, her mind racing to digest the information.' Was this just some kind of criminal jargon?' She thought, pushing herself to believe that must have misheard them, somehow injected the word "wizard" into the conversation.

"Lower your voice!" Came the angry reply. "He said he was running away, he didn't have any to whom he could leave it. And if you didn't realize it, he wasn't able to say much else before he died!"

"And he gave it to you? He would have to be crazy, idiotic to believe that you would do it!" Their voices were once again rising. " If it had any importance…." He sighed in exasperation. "You believed him."

The sounds of a scuffle reached her anxious ears. She strained to see if they had started fighting, but all she could capture was the image of the their shadows mixing and separating.

"So did YOU!" Came the final shout, and with that things feel peaceful again. The only sounds were that of shifting clothes and pacing shoes.

"You know that if it took us anywhere important it would have been the perfect present to the Dark Lord. It would have been good for us…" He muttered angrily.

Her heart leapt once again as her mind tried to conform itself around this new information. 'Wizards, Dark Lord! It all makes sense.' A part of her brain argued, only to be pushed by her logic. 'That is utterly impossible. That was FICTION, you can't possible believe…' But once again her thoughts were interrupted as the men spoke again.

"Look, let's go back. We shouldn't take long." The man sighed

"Fine…are you ready?"

The shadows shifted downward and the soft murmur of 'one, two, three' could be heard which was followed by a loud crack. She sat silent, waiting for something, anything to happen. Her thoughts raced at a thousand miles a minute, her body shook with fear and misunderstanding. She surely couldn't have heard or seen what she thought she had. It was utterly impossible.

Slowly she rose, her legs wobbling perilously behind her. She peered from her hiding place taking in the sight of the empty alley. Where once two oddly dressed men had stood was only space filled only with the smoking candleholder. Its soft white smoke wisping up into the air as the lights in the alley began to flicker to life.

'It's impossible,' she thought, 'two people don't just disappear into thin air. Unless…' She shook her head, trying to rid herself of such ludicrous thoughts.

She glimpsed at the street at the end of the alley. She could hear the sounds of the cars racing down distant streets. She could imagine the people starting to line up at clubs, their thoughts millions of miles away from this alley. They had not seen the impossible happen; they did not have to suffer with questioning their very sanity. She was envious of those other people and thankful at the same time. For her heart still held onto the hope that what she imagined in her dreams was finally coming true.

She turned her attention back to the alley, walking cautiously up to the small, silver form before her. If none of this was truly happening then there was no harm in holding a simple candleholder. Perhaps not so simple, but still harmless, yes, it was indeed harmless.

She reached down with shaky fingers, 'It's a very, very improbably possibility', her fingertips hovered inches above the sleeping object. 'Very remote', she thought as her skin skimmed the warm surface of what should be cold steel. She drew her hand away in shock, it was warm, and that wasn't right. It made no sense in this world. Things like this should not happen, it was against the laws of physics. Yet, there was that small, tiny chance…

'You're being silly.' She reminded herself as she reached once again for the candleholder. 'There are no such things as wizards, dark lords, or apparation. Only in Harry Potter books.' She pushed herself to laugh at her own absurdity; it came out as a nervous stutter. 'Severus was in Harry Potter…Severus'

With renewed strength she grasped the candle to her chest and closed her eyes hoping for the best.

A/N: Translating this fic into English, one of my beta readers, Court, practically became a co-author, altering the fic so it would be more "friendly" for the English speaking public. Even then, not wanting to lose the "different" way this fic was originally written, FerPotter helped me and we also have here the translation to the original version.

Thank you. Thank you, Court.