"Mom!"

Mikaela screamed waking up gasping and in sweats. Her body sat upright. Her heart pounded. She was in the same room as before. Someone touch her hand cause her to shriek. She looked around in fear. Someone was holding her while her mind was trying to slow down.

"Mikaela?"

"Shh. Its okay you're safe."

Her eyes focused on the person in front of her.

"Harry?" she spoke in a voice that sounded like a scream mixed with a mouse.

Harry look intensely at Mikaela who look scared. He was not a stranger to nightmares. Her hair was frizzy and she was breathing heavily. He stroked her cheek. She broke down into hysterics. She stared at him with widened eyes.

Mikaela jumped backwards in a panic starting to escape from the man who was with her.

"You are really losing it this time!" she thought to herself as she ran out the door down a dark hallway.

Nothing made sense. She covered her ears hearing the familiar voice of her love calling for her. It wasn't possible she kept telling herself. The sun was up projecting a warm glow to whatever she was. To her right was a group of staircases. Her instinct was to run down it. The stairs lead to what look like a living room.

She stopped in her tracks. The room was familiar. There was a fireplace next to a Christmas tree. On the mantle was a picture of the same blond girl with a candle in front. Red rectangular shaped glasses framed her face. She was wearing a cozy looking sweater with a letter "M" on it. She was reading a book and had a mess of papers around her. Mikaela blinked watching the picture move. The girl seemed to be laughing as a teenage boy was trying to grab the book from her while trying to embrace her.

There was a wand next to the picture frame that drew her towards it. She grabbed it figuring she could use it as a weapon. Magic wasn't real but it was a good pointy sharp object. She heard the sound of footsteps. She spun around in fear the wand pointing towards who ever was coming. In front of her was Harry who seemed worried. Tears started to stream her down her face.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. You are safe here, no one is going to hurt you anymore." Harry spoke softly to her while keeping his distance.

Mikaela started to sob while gasping.

"I can't take this anymore! I keep seeing you everywhere, but you are never really there. I hear your voice every time I fall asleep. You're not real. This isn't real. None of this is real" She looked up expecting him to disappear. "I love you, Harry. I…I don't even know why…It hurts. The visions keep getting worse over the past year. I need to go to a hospital or call someone." A light bulb went on in her head. "I need a phone."

When she look up he was still there

"Something is wrong with my mom. I can't explain it. I think someone is going to kill her or has already. Her boss." She explained quickly.

She flopped into a nearby chair as her legs gave out. Her body quivered as the sobs turned into cries. Mikaela started to stand back up seeing a phone on a coffee table in front of her. She went to it quickly. She fell on to her knees but Harry caught her in time giving her a tight embrace. She cried into him. There were tears starting to emerge from Harry's eyes.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I love you too." Harry rubbed her back in small circles.

Mikaela's body trembled against him. She wouldn't be surprised if her mind was playing a cruel joke-His bright green eyes, soft British accent, the way he stroke her with warm hands, the way he kissed her, the warmth of his body and his sent. She wanted it all to be true. All she wanted was for him to be real. She loved him in a way that was toxic to her mentally. However, at this moment, she felt peace. His heartbeat calmed her.

"Everything is going to be okay."

She shook her head. She continued to reach for the phone which looked like a regular home phone. She heard Harry talking to her but everything seemed to slow down. She frantically dialed numbers first with 911. All she got was a voice saying in a British voice that she had dialed a unused number.

"The Hell!" she exclaimed in frustration. "Why isn't that a number! Its freakening an emergency number." She thought out loud.

She scrambled going through the numbers she knew by heart. She swore as each one failed. Harry carefully took the phone from her.

"Love, who are you calling?" Harry's slightly raised voice brought her into reality.

He was worried for her seeing her struggle. His hand grasped hers bringing her some comfort.

"Let me help you. Besides , it isn't a great idea to call anyone." He spoke more softly.

"But my mom. Something happened! I need to call her!" She whimpered with thoughts flying in her head.

She returned to push numbers. Harry's eyes widened.

"That's not a good idea!"

"Why? Something could have happened! She needs help!"

"She's a deatheather. She could hurt you."

She turns to Harry in shock.

"I don't know what Voldemort did to your memory but Narcissa Malfoy is still a deatheater."

"What does that have to do with anything?!" she exclaimed.

Harry look at her with concern.

"For the last time, Voldemort did not have anything to do with my memory! Also, why the heck would he target a random person in America? My mom's name is Marissa and I don't recall her name being associated with…"

Mikaela paused her ranting looking down. Her body began to shiver as she remembered her dream.

"Marissa?" Harry spoke in confusement. "You were in America?"

She nodded trying to collect her thoughts. She looked up at him. Harry's eyes had a tint of sadness. They still were warm and inviting. Her head was swimming. With his hand he pushed her hair out of her eyes. Her hair was long and brunette a long way from how he remembered her. His hand rested on her cheek. He never thought about where he located her. He just apparated on the spot to save her without questions.

"Mikaela, tell me your name." Harry looked at her as a sick feeling started to form in his stomach.

"I thought you knew."

"I do but I need to hear it from you."

"Okay…My name is Mikaela Lynn Arnold. I was born on March 29, 1994." She told him.

Harry said something under his breath while getting up from the floor. He seemed angry.

"What is it? What does my name have to do with my mother? We need to save her, please!"

"Are you serious? You were born in 1994?! Are you hearing yourself?

"Yes..Why?" she ask in a startled tone. "Don't yell at me!

Harry rubbed his forehead.

"Do you know today's date?" He asked a bit more calmly.

Harry was extremely irate at the situation. There was something very wrong with her. Mikaela watched him. There was tension in the air making her feel uncomfortable.

"December 22nd, 2010." She said.

Harry starred at her. He approached her and sat next to her. He held her hand tightly. She look at him trying to figure out what was wrong. His face relaxed. There was concern in his eyes.

"Mikaela. Love, the year is 1999." He told her.

She widened her eyes.

"No…T..that's not possible." She spoke, her voice cracked.

She shook her head thinking about her dream. She thought about her mom. Harry took her in his arms. She let him do it. Her body was exhausted. She leaned against him. Her head was pounding heavily. She started to cry softly against him. He stroked her back combing through her long hair. He smiled meekly at her. Mikaela couldn't help but stare deeply into his eyes. He was so handsome. She reaches up to him placing her hand against his cheek. He took her hand and kissed the palm of it.

"You're actually real. I'm not crazy."

His eyes watered. Their bodies were close. She clung to him.

"Listen to me. You are not crazy! Don't ever think that. I'm really here " He spoke to her sternly with a bit of worry.

Their eyes met. He kissed her softly on the lips. A familiar warm feeling seep within her. She moaned pleasantly. It felt like her heart was overriding the logical side. All of the bad things that people have told her about what could go on in a relationship flew out the window within seconds. Although, she was never logical when thinking about him. It was worst when in school. It was just something about him that completely overrode everything. He kissed her deeply. His arms wrapped around her.

"I trust you fully." she whispered

Her heart longed for him. Harry snapped himself out of the moment.

"You should rest now. Your body is still recovering from the attack." he told her.

He cradled her and carried her back to the bedroom. There was light bounced against the snow. He layed her down in the bed on the left side.

"Your kisses help me to sleep." She thought to herself with a smile.

She grabbed his hand as he sat down beside her.

"What about mom?" she asked.

"My best mate's dad works in the Ministry for Magic. I can ask him for you."

She sat up and leaning towards to kiss him. Her lips touched his. He kissed her back. His arms wrapped around her kissing her fully. Leaning her back onto to the bed Harry kissed her more passionately moved on top of her and continued to kiss her. Their bodies grew close. Kissing her neck, she moaned softly. He moved to her collar bone. He nibbled it. Her arms wrapped around him. His kisses were warm and soft. His hand slipped into the under shirt she was wearing. Tingles spread throughout her body. Harry unbuttoned it while kissing her.

Her body trembled with nervousness. The kissing grew fiercer. She gazed into his eyes as they parted briefly. Her heart was pounding fast and her breathing came in short gasps. Her cheeks were blushed. She reached up and stroke his cheek. His eyes were so dreamy. They gazed at each other.

"What am I doing? Is this… real?" She thought.

She took his glasses off before kissing him more passionately. The glasses fell beside her.

"Harry…" she moaned.

"I don't care.." she continued in her thoughts

Her chest began to pain her. She didn't want the moment to end. As if following some form of muscl memory, she managed to take his clothes off. Something click inside of her mind. They parted. His eyes gazed at her body. She was thin. He noticed various red-blue blotches on her ribs. A deep looking scar went from top of her navel upwards. He traced the scar with his finger. Her skin was pale. She winced. Her stomach stung as he touched her. He kissed her belly softly. She reached for his hand. She moaned and whimpered. Her stomach was starting to seize in pain. She ignored the pain feeling his lips touch hers. There was a strange feeling deep within her.

"I love you, Harry Potter." She whispered.

A few minutes later, she fell into a deep sleep with a smile on her face. Her head was against his chest. Her hand in his