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Well, this chapter is really about nothing…I don't know why I wrote it…oh well! It's just a bunch of random, funny madness! I'll just shut up now and let you read!

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Chapter 4: I Dream of Potter

I wake up in a bright meadow. Bright, as in sunny and colorful. I've never seen colors this…beautiful before. Beautiful is an understatement. It's too stunning for words. As far as I can see stretches a sea of golden flowers. Each one looks like sunlight is inside of the petals, shining outward. Their sweet perfume makes its way to me as I sigh in happiness. This is so peaceful. I could stay here forever.

The sky is a cloudless blue, with singing birds dancing in the air. I wish I could fly with them in the sky. I just need my broom. Wait…what's that? I think to myself as I look up towards the sun. I have to shield my eyes from the bright ball of light. There, flying in the air is a…well, I don't know what it is! I wait patiently until it gets closer. As the whizzing object draws nearer, I realize that it is my broom. What luck!

It reaches me as I extend my hand to grasp it. Before you can say, "Cheese whiz," (I really like cheese by the way. It's yummy!) I'm in the air. My red hair swirls around my head like fire. The wind hisses in my face as I go faster and faster. All of my troubles go away as I pick up speed and soar through the surrounding blue sky.

Hours pass in the air before I touch back down. I had lost track of time, but my growling stomach threw me back to reality. I land in the exact same meadow that my flight started in. I lie down in the bed of flowers and relax. This place is too perfect.

My stomach growls again. I'm instantly reminded of the time in Potions when I slept in late and missed breakfast. I was so hungry that my stomach growled constantly during class. Everyone laughed at me! I was so mortified…stupid stomach. (A/N: This happens to me all of the time in class. It really is embarrassing!)

The smell of a grilled steak swirls to my nose. I turn my head to see a picnic set out for me. There, on a plate, is the best looking steak and mashed potatoes that I have ever seen. I happily plop down on the blanket and dig in.

After I can't consume any more food, I find myself with nothing to do. I wish I had a book, I think to myself. Before you can say, "Polyjuice Potion," a stack of my favorite muggle books appears beside me. I squeal in delight and pick up the first one. I sit against a tree that just appeared and read in the shade.

Time passes unbelievably fast. The sun has set already, leaving a speckled, dark night behind. I, once again, lie in the flowers and gaze at the sky. The stars are so beautiful here. They are like tiny diamonds in the sky. I sigh in contentment, and before I know it, I fall into a deep, blissful sleep.

I wake at the sound of birds chirping and the sun on my face. I lazily sit up, stretching and yawning. I notice that I am not alone anymore. A messy haired boy is sitting next to me, playing with a golden flower.

"Good morning, Lily," he says with a smile as he sees that I'm awake. I'm so happy to see him. "What do you want to do today?"

I look at my surroundings. Flowers cover ever surface. I can see a small puddle about 100 yards away from me. That's funny. I didn't know that it was raining. Seconds pass, and the puddle has turned into a large lake!

"Let's go swimming!" I yell as I sprint to the water. We race to the lake, but as I reach it, I stop in surprise. Instead of a reflection of the sky, there is a picture in the water's reflection.

A young woman is sitting in a rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth with a bundle in her arms. On her face is the expression of pure happiness and love. She smiles at the little bundle, humming my favorite lullaby.

"Little Harry, you look exactly like you father," she sighs, grinning again. She looks so familiar; I don't know who she is, though. Her red hair is flowing freely and her green eyes are sparkling. I've never seen someone so happy before.

"Who is she?" I ask the black haired boy next to me.

"Who do you think she is?" he replies with a smile. It hits me like a blind hippogriff running into a tree. She's me, I think in astonishment. I can't believe that I could be that woman. She's so happy. I didn't know that it was possible to be that happy.

"Wow," I gasp as I look at the boy again. I don't get a good look because I'm suddenly surrounded by water. That bloody prat pushed me in the lake!

While I'm here, I guess I'll tease him a little bit. I've always loved swimming (I have a pool in my backyard), and I can hold my breath for a long time. I swim around the perimeter of the lake, conserving my air. After about 60 seconds, I can hear him start to panic. I'm about to resurface, but he dives into the lake, missing me by inches underwater. His eyes franticly search for me through the murkiness. He sees me, perfectly fine, and laughs. Well, he tries to laugh. I guess he forgot that we are underwater, because he choked on the water. I grab his shirt and drag him to the surface.

We break the surface and breathe in the luscious oxygen. The boy starts choking, his black hair sticking to his face. He finally stops, and I break out into fits of laughter. Soon, we're both laughing over nothing. I'm unable to control my fits, and soon my sides are hurting from the cackling. After a while, we finally stop giggling and swim to the edge.

My clothes are instantly dry as I come out of the water. I turn to ask him why that is, but I'm not looking at a boy anymore. It's a stag. Not just a stag…the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I reach out to touch it, but it runs away. I try to catch it, running at full speed in its direction. I chase it until I'm out of breath.

"Don't leave!" I plead as it dashes out of sight. I finally stop running and stare where it disappeared through the horizon. I wish that it would come back.

Before I can wonder where the messy-haired boy went, I am knocked forward. I fall, quite ungracefully, on my face. Now I'm glad that he wasn't here to see that. Falling on my face tends to be embarrassing when I'm with that boy. An evil laugh interrupts my thoughts. My attention is pulled to the side where I got knocked over.

I swing my gaze around to be locked with a pair of red eyes. Terror and anger sweep through me as I recognize who it is. Voldemort. He he. That is a really funny name. I wonder why he wanted to be known as Voldemort. Why not, Bob Casey (A/N: I'm typing this in Civics now. We're discussing the upcoming elections). Or maybe Brad Pitt! That would be hilarious!

"Hello, Lilydear," he hisses, once again interrupting my funny thoughts. I laugh as I recognize one of a certain boy's pet names for me. My laughter, though, makes him angry.

"What is so funny?"

"Your face," I chuckle. I'm having way too much fun with this.

"You'll be sorry you said that," Voldemort glares at me. He looks really silly when he's trying to be intimidating. I wonder why I'm not afraid anymore? Oh, well!

"I don't think so," I smartly reply. He whips out his wand, but I'm faster (I'm just quick like that!). I yell a number of spells at once before he can react. He immediately flips over, hanging upside-down in the air. His cloak drapes down to reveal a pair of red and white-hearted underwear. I don't think I've ever laughed harder in my life.

"Moldy Voldy, what have we here?" I manage to say between laughing spasms.

"You'll pay for this, mudblood!" he yells in anger, still upside-down.

"Okay, sure," I reply sarcastically. With a flick of my wand, Voldemort turns into a pink unicorn and gallops away.

"Now that was a good time!" I shout to myself with an evil smile. I spin around in circles, twirling and dancing. The bright golds and blues loose their punch until I'm surrounded my blackness…

I wake up out of my dream with a huge grin on my face. I can't believe I turned Voldemort into a unicorn. No, a pink unicorn. That was too good!

Wait a second. Why can't I move my hand?

I glance down to see a large, strong hand holding mine. Who's holding my hand? Why is there black hair in my face? Is someone's head resting on my head? It could only be one person…black hair…Quidditch hands…POTTER!

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

A/N: I really like ending chapters with screams. I don't know why. I'm weird like that. Anywho, do you guys think that my chapters are too short? If you do, I'll try to make the next one longer. Tell me what'cha think!!!!