I'd like to say I had purely plesent dreams, but then I'd be lying. I'd be telling the understatement of the century.
I'll just tell you, how bout that?

I was five again, Harry was nine. We were running, from Dudley's gang. This was a memory I knew.
"Harry, come on!" I shouted as I reached a ladder that went up the side of the school. I started climbing.
"Karma, no," Harry said. I turned back to my brother.
"Don't be such a scardy cat, Harry," I told him. I climbed a few rungs higher. "Besides," I said, not turning to look at Harry. "It's up here or Dudley."
"I'm not a scardy cat," Harry grumbled, climbing after me. I giggled.
I sighed when I reached the top. It was so... breathtaking. I'd never seen a view like this before. I stood in the middle of the roof with my arms in the air above my head.
I started spinning slowly, feeling the wind from being so high up. I stopped when I heard Harry panting from the climb.
"Hello Harry," I said. "Nice of you to finally join me."
"Though... you... pick... really good... hiding spots..." Harry panted. "Maybe... you... could... find one... that didn't... kill me... on the way... up."
"Now, where's the fun in that?" I asked. "Besides, we got away from Dudley, didn't we?"
"Guess so," Harry said nodding. "So, what are we going to do till we can get down?" I smiled and spread my arms.
"I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to fly." I tilted my head back and started to spin. Faster and faster. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see myself getting closer to the edge.
I tried to stop, but I couldn't. I knew I would fall if I got any closer. And sure enough, the edge came and I tripped. I could hear Harry call my name as I grabbed the edge of the building.
"Help!" I cried. "Harry, help!" I tried to climb up the side, but it was no use. "Harry! Harry help!" I heard footsteps above me and looked up. But it wasn't Harry standing above me. It was, well, it was me. To keep things from getting confusing, I'll call her 'Me.'
Me knelt down do she could look me in the eyes. "Ah, Karma. Quiet the little predicament you've got yourself in, isn't it?"
My eyes widened as I realized who I was actually talking to. "You, the Bogart." Me smiled cruelly.
"Quite smart you are Karma," Me said.
"I thought they destroyed you," I spat. My arms were getting sore from dangling.
"Well, you see, they did," Me said to me. How odd does THAT sound? "But I latched myself to you because I just HAD to show you that I was right."
"You can't," I said.
"Why not?" Me asked, uninterested.
"Because you're wrong!" I shouted.
"Am I?" Me asked. She gestured to down below. I turned my head. Harry and Dudley were standing only a little ways away.
"Good one, Dudley," Harry said. "Chasing Karma up there."
"It was YOU who knew that she'd go up the latter," Dudley replied.
"Hey, Dudley, won't someone get worried about her?" one of Dudley's friends asked.
"You kidding?" Harry asked. "Nobody cares about Karma. No one will even notice she's gone." I shook and felt like crying.
Then I remembered. I glared at Me. "This is all fake. Its just a dream," I said.
Me's face became a twisted smirk. "Then why haven't you let go?" To prove I was right, I let go. Me stood and watched me fall. It felt like slow motion.
Though she just watched, her face was a look of shock. Just before I hit the ground, I woke up.
I sat strait up in bed. Sweat was coming down my face, and tears were in my eyes. I pulled my knees my chest and cried my heart out. I hadn't truly been sure it was a dream, and purposely falling to your death is a scary thing.
"I hate Bogarts," I said.
A few moments later, Hermione came into the room. "You're awake!" she exclaimed. She turned back around. "Harry! She's awake!"
Hermione stood aside as Harry ran into the room. He ran to my side and hugged me.
"Karma! Are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I'm FINE," I told him, pushing him away a little.
"Didn't bloody sound like it," Ron said from the doorway. "You were screaming bloody murder up here." Hermione whacked his arm. "What? She was."
I looked helplessly at Harry. I wasn't really, was I? Harry looked back at me. "You've been asleep for hours, Karma."
Hermione couldn't contain herself anymore. "The whole time you were calling for Harry, or screaming that something wasn't true. Nobody could wake you up," she explained.
I slowly got myself off the bed. The Bogart was affecting me that bad? Something was seriously wrong with this picture.
"Come on," Harry said, putting his arm over my shoulders. "You missed dinner."
Well, it looks like it was time to face the music. AKA, time for the grown ups yo interrogate me. Yay.

It was about a week later that I noticed it. Now, I know I was the only one who saw it because one: no one else brought it up, and two: I would have been that last to because I'm not terribly perspective, or whatever that word is.
Okay, so you're probably wondering by now WHAT I'm seeing. I have a second shadow. Now okay, in some lights, your shadow may double up or you might get two, but my second shadow doesn't do what I do.
It moves when I do, and it's connected to my feet, but my arm motions or other things I do, it doesn't.
I tried telling Harry and the others about it, but they didn't believe me. Thanks guys, you give me sooooo much confidence.
There is a bright side, though. Mad-Eye noticed it, and the others believed him. So, at least now they're trying to figure out what caused my other shadow, and exactly what it really is.
But I have a feeling I already do. It's the Bogart. At least it's shadow. And why I haven't told anyone about it, I have absolutely noooo idea.
But I do know that I have to get rid of this thing myself. No matter what it takes.