HELLO!

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR LIKE A MILLION YEARS. FOR THE REASONS, YOU'LL HAVE TO READ MY OTHER STORY'S CHAPTER 9. I AM NOT EXPLAINING ONE MORE TIME. IT'S TOO DEPRESSING TO DO SO.

BY THE WAY, I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY, INDEFINITELY MUST DEDICATE CHAPTER InuTrickster! This person has given me so many emoticons that I feel I'm practically owed her this chapter. So thanks, Trickster cause your emoticon is totally awesome. There were some I didn't even know could be done.

ANOTHER BY THE WAY, THE POWER FOR THE 'ALICE' IS NOT REALITY ANYMORE. I HAVE CHANGED IT AFTER THOROUGH CONSIDERATION. AND I JUST REALISED THAT THE TWINS WERE NOT IN THE BURROW FOR THE SUMMER HOLIDAY IN HARRY'S SIXTH YEAR SO I CHANGED THAT TOO WITH HERMIONE BEING IN THE BURROW.

Now, on with the SHOW!


Harry woke up again for the third time that night.

The dream of the girl had happened just a few hours ago and though he tried to go back to sleep, it didn't last long. He kept getting woken up by the same crying face, by the same tears streaming down her cheek and the same words, begging her parents to come back, to not leave her in a place she barely even knew.

Finally, deciding that sleep was not a choice for the night, he slid his feet across the bed and landed them on the old wooden floor. His hands scrambled for his glasses and wands besides his pillow. Then, he got up from the bed, snickering when he heard Ron's extremely loud snoring, and walked towards the door. He climbed down the stairs of The Burrow, expertly avoiding the steps he knew was creaky. So it surprised him when a hand fell on his shoulder. It made his heart jumped in his throat and he was one step close to hexing the hand when the owner of the hand said;

"Harry, what on earth are you doing up? It's now even dawn yet, dear."

Harry released a sigh of relief seeing the matriarch of the Weasley family holding her wand up that had light appearing out of it's tip.

"Nothing Mrs Weasley, I just couldn't sleep, that's all." He tried to pass it off as nonchalantly but from the look of disbelieving on Molly's face, she didn't buy it.

Molly placed her fist on her hips and suddenly, Harry had an inkling of Mrs McGonagall behind her. Weird. "Harry, I didn't raise seven kids for nothing," she said, her voice the epitome of a proud mum. Harry inwardly smiled.

"I'm fine, Mrs Weasley. Honestly, you should go back to sleep. I just wanted to get some milk. I heard it's good for nightmares and stuff."

"Nonsense. Come on, I'll make you some tea. Come on." Molly took him by the arm and started dragging him to the kitchen, giving him no chance to escape. Though, if he were honest, maybe he didn't want to escape. This dream was personal to his heart, in a way, and talking to Molly was always reassuring. She was never judgmental and always looking out for the best of him and she was holding onto his arm like a cage. Yeah, running away or avoiding this was not a chance.

When they both reached the kitchen, the ginger haired woman shoved him gently to a seat and started making making tea. Harry wasn't exactly sure why she hadn't used her wand for it would be way lot easier but he guessed she was giving him time to gather his thoughts. That was another thing he liked about her. If it wasn't something life threatening, she would never rush it out of someone.

The kitchen was quiet except for the sound when the water was finally done and the cups was placed in front of him. He thanked her and blew on the tea before taking a sip of it. Instantly, the warmth of the tea spread through his entire body. It warmed all the goosebumps on his skins he didn't even realised he had-thanks to the dream- and oddly, it warmed his head too. That was odd but he didn't question it. Must be some kind of wizard's recipe and it's one hell of a recipe too.

On the other hand, Molly took the time Harry enjoying the tea to observe the boy she had come to know as her own son. She knew what the horrible Dursley had been doing to him; starving him, over tiring him with chores, mentally abusing him and the list goes on and on and on and frankly, she felt like murdering the ungrateful family. The thoughts of them whispered hot blazing anger in her and she was glad Harry was too enraptured in the tea spiked with Firewhisky. No need for him to see the murder intent in her eyes. That would be counter productive of what she was trying to achieve. So slowly but surely, she reigned in all those anger for some other time- when she was all alone with her wand to be exact- and tried to look inviting.

Finally, when she thought the silence had been gone enough and the pink tink had appeared on Harry's cheek, she began. "So Harry, what's been going on? What did you dream of?"

Harry traced the outline of the cup for a few seconds before answering that. She didn't mind it. She knew she had to be patient and really, patient was her middle name, seven children later. "I dreamed of Vol-You-Know-Who, I mean."

She nodded, silently thankful of him not to use the name, and signaled him to go on.

"He was in his room and there was this Asian girl with him. Voldemort had her mind checked using Legilimens and I-I, I saw what was in his mind too, Mrs Weasley. I-I, it was horrible." Harry stopped there, sounding like his throat was stucked.

Molly reached out for him cold and trembling hand and held it tight. She was rewarded by a small smile from him and she smiled in return.

Harry was grateful for the support Molly was showing him. And it helped him launched into the story of the dream. He knew his gripped had gotten tighter and tighter but Molly didn't say anything.

"She was just a kid, Mrs Weasley. She did nothing wrong and her parents called her a freak! I didn't know why she was called that but no matter what, she shouldn't have been treated like that. She was crying -sobbing even- when she got left. She was begging and begging for her parents to not leave her there but they did anyway. When I was given to the Dursleys, it was because it had to be done. My parents died for my sake but it wasn't the same for her. Her parents were still alive, still there to be able to look out for her but they didn't and instead, they gave her away. She was just a kid, Mrs Weasley. She was just a kid." He kept repeating the same line over and over again. He didn't notice the tea had been pushed to him, or the fact his mind got fuzzier, or the fact Molly had held him in his arms just like when Sirius died or the fact that he had held on tighter to her. Nothing else mattered.

All that mattered was the brown hair and eyes girl.


Voldemort sat in his room, his eyes never leaving the sleeping girl. He had her Stunned a while ago to make sure she would stay asleep until he had time to deal with her. In his lap sat 'The Life Of The Unknown'. His mind still remembered the story after the first time he read it and he was sure he would not forget it now. He opened the book and started reading through the book again.

At midnight, where the silence was defeaning and the cold was unforgiving, a girl sat under a tree. The four elements, all in their core form, danced happily around her where she watched them dance to her hearts content.

The girl was left by her loved ones for studying the art of Element Control and she was left to fend for herself in her own little world. She tried seeking those of her same kind, as her gut tells her there were people that were the same as her in the world, but her searched grew thin and soon, she was back under the tree, playing with what she only has left. Years has passed and she had reached the age where marriage was common for people her age.

Remembering her memories of those days brought pain but in a struggle to remember the more happy times, she sang the song her mother who dies of an illness used to sing to her;

Far away, far away, there lies the sun,

Remember when, we loved as one,

Some day, some day, we will meet again,

And when we do, I'll be right there with you

Don't be scared, just be there,

For I will hold you close in my arms,

Never fear, I am here,

So don't stop moving till we meet again

Far away, far away, there lies your warmth,

Hold close your memories of when we were loved and one,

Follow the traces of light I have left you,

For then you will never be lost again

Goodbye and farewell are possibilities,

Meetings are an inevitability,

So come quick and always be strong,

For I have waited for you for so very long

Don't be scared, just be there,

For I will hold you close in my arms,

Never fear, I am here,

So don't stop moving till we meet again

The Elements were still dancing around her, doing tricks and treats to her broken heart, when suddenly they changed. Water started forming into the shape of an arrow. Fire began to grow in size. Earth started to gather together and Wind was starting to tense. All the elements stood in front of her but she gave no notice of it, having already known why the elements were suddenly in their protective state.

"What have you come here for, stranger?"

A man, wearing a clock that wrapped his body in a mysterious way, came out from behind one of the trees that stood and walked to the girl. He stopped near her as the elements grew more wary. Water and Fire was close to attacking the mysterious man but the girl only held up her hand and said, "Calm yourself, my loves. He brings no harm. He is merely curious."

Water and Fire did not change but they did not move either. The mysterious figure's violet eyes grew bigger and he said, "You are not a witch unless you could do wandless. Though I somehow doubt that. There are barely traces of magic flowing in you yet you control the element as if they and you are one. Pray tell, what are you my dear?"

"I am merely a child with the elements as my friend, stranger. Nothing more. Though I must ask you the same. What are you?"

The man kneeled beside her and gently whispered, "I am a wizard."

The girl did not act in any way of his presence so close to her but her voice got slower, knowing this conversation was meant to be private. "What is it that you want, wizard? This is my domain, my territory, and I'm afraid I cannot let you leave if you are to indulge people of my secret."

"Have no fear, my dear, for you and I's existence are ones that are meant to be in the dark. I am here simply on a journey to find ones such as myself so that I may gather them and teach them the ways of the world. My world."

The girl gently plucked a strand of grass on the ground and began playing with it. "And has the journey prove to be successful?"

"Before I say anything else, may you and your elements permit me to sit beside you? I am not the physically strongest man in the world and I have walked a long way. Please, may you and your elements permit me to do so?"

The girl was quiet but the man waited patiently for her answer. In the silence, the elements slowly changed back to their original state and finally, they were back to doing tricks and treats for the girl. The man did not dare to take this as a sign. In his heart, he knew that one small error could cause his life to be fatal.

"You may sit down now."

"Thank you, my dear."

The girl placed a gentle arm on the man's shoulder and said, "Do not call me 'my dear'. Call me Alice. That is my name."

The man smiled and said, "Then call me Merlin."

"Very well. So, continue, Merlin, for your story is not quiet over yet."

Merlin chuckled and began to make himself comfortable on the ground. "I came from the great land of Britain in search of people such as I. My journey started not too long ago and since then, I have found a reasonable amount of men, women and children with same ability as I do. Four of whom I found were quiet promising as they are bright and eager to learn. Some of whom I met could only wish for the ability gifted to them to be destroyed or at least controlled. The four of whom I found showed more than that. They showed power and discipline to be what I wished to have."

"And what is that you wish to have?"

"Students. Students whom I can passed onto my knowledge of the ability I have."

"And who are these four you so love to talk about?"

Merlin grinned and said, "They are Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. They four are not yet teenagers, merely children not even ten years old but I have a feeling that says they are the future of the world I hoped to create."

"And what is that world, Merlin?"

"A world solely for my people where they could live without fear of their ability. Without the fear of retribution. Without the fear of being hunted down like animals for things out of their control. That is the world I hoped to create."

At long last, the girl smiled and said, "I once hoped to create a world like that too and like you, I have traveled far for that but so far, there has not been a single person I see that is like me. No one can control the elements such as I." The smile slipped off and the girl donned a face more suitably for a man condemned to eternity of pain and suffering.

Merlin took the girl's hand and held it in his. The girl did not respond to the kindness of the wizard but he did not mind it. "Alice, my dear, I think you are special and for that, I ask that you to embark on my journey with me."

The girl whirled her face at him, shocked of the declaration. The elements stopped moving.

"Why?"

"I am beginning to feel what loneliness is and another companion such as yourself will be wonders to me. Besides, we may encounter people such as yourself. The chances are never ending."

A smile broke on the girl's face and said, "Very well, Merlin. I shall come with you. The elements have seem to accept you and I too am beginning to feel loneliness creeping in me. May you have me, sir?"

A huge grin grew on the wizard's face. "Was it not I who asked you?"

Soon they both started laughing and reveling on the wonders of their meeting. They soon embarked on a journey together and had hoped to find what they both were looking for but only the wizard found it. Still, the girl did not grew sad, she remained hopeful and that was because for every stepped she took, she felt that it would lead her to her future.

On her death bed, though she never succeeded finding what she wanted, she died in peace, knowing in her heart there was someone out there who shared her ability, who shared her vision and who shared her future. On her death bed, her last words were;

"I believe."

Voldemort flipped the book to it's last page where Salazar Slytherin wrote;

To my teacher,

Happy Birthday,

Salazar.

The Dark Lord closed the book and leaned against his chair. He remembered when he first read this all those years ago, he thought Salazar had made this fiction love story for his teacher whom the whole world knew was Merlin. At that time, according to history's fact, Merlin never married and never fell in love so he guessed -though was repugnantly disgusted- Salazar wrote this book to gave his teacher a love, even if it was never real.

What if it was?

What if it was real?

What if the powers of the girl on his bed there was named 'Alice' after it's founder?

So many answers. So many questions.

So many opportunity.

Unknown to him, one of the stones in the pouch was beginning to glow.


Okay guys! That's a wrapped! I'm sorry I left it like that but it felt like I should but don't worry. I will try to make sure the next chapter is longer. I already have plans on what to do but because I'm aspiring to become a writer, I would be writing multiple fiction novels in this two months I have left before next year starts and the big exam that will decide my future will come around. Trust me, it's not even funny. My dad told me if my first semester's grade's are bad, my laptop, nintendo, possibly even my baby novels will be taken away from me.

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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