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**Next chapter will be up on Tues. or Wed.

While in the Common Room, john was lost in thought. John was kind of angry at Hogwarts. How could they have such an idiot running the DADA class? Lockhart was a stuck up, no good, rotten-

John's thoughts were interrupted.

"What you did there," Clara smiled, "was amazing!"

"I was reading some articles," John picked up a reference book about magical creatures, "I haven't found anything about about Riddian hedgehogs. Lockhart just made them up. Erinaceinae is the hedgehogs subspecies title…"

"You know a lot," Clara said.

"Have to. Knowledge makes a man a ruler, leader-"

"What about the women?"

John glared at her and started to read again. Clara left, and John was alone, reading about unicorns.

There were more no classes left in the day, and John was quite glad of that. He finding it very hard to be entertained in a school of magic. He was often fidgeting, drumming his fingers against his desk, and just being bored all the time.

John looked at a clock. It was going to be dinner time soon. He packed up his things and walked to the Great Hall.

The Hall milled with life. Students buzzed about, talking and laughing. Only the Slytherins were left out of this action.

Josh sat down next to a red-haired girl.

"Hey," she said shyly.

John cleared his throat, "Hi."

"My name is Ginny, Ginny Weasley."

"Oh, mine's John."

"Hi John. Are you liking Hogwarts?" She looked around the room wistfully. Though, she blushed when Harry waved at her from across the table. Ron rolled his eyes.

John snorted. "You fancy him?"

Ginny's eyes widened. "No, no. Just-just saying 'hi', you know."

At that moment, Clara joined him.

"Sorry, I was at the library. I was confused on something we had to do in potions," Clara looked at Ginny, and then John.

John had to admit, he felt a bit nervous and awkward at this moment. Luckily, Clara simply smiled and extended her hand.

"My name's Clara Oswald. First year,"

"Oh, mine's Ginny Weasley. I'm also a first year," Ginny replied.

"Are you Ron's sister?" Clara asked, while plucking a bun from a tray in front of her.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "That's all I'm known for!" She scrunched up her face. "Them."

Clara laughed.

"Anyway, what do you think of Lockhart," John asked.

"Oh, mum adores him. I think he's good looking, but really stupid," Ginny replied.

"Ugh, same," Clara said.

Ginny smiled. "But what you did! That was really cool!"

John was taken aback for a second, "how did you-"

Ginny laughed, "I'm a Gryffindor… in my first year… You guys have the same classes as I do!"

John felt his face blush, "Oh, yeah."

Clara shook her head, "Boys."

John huffed as he walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He looked up at the Fat Lady.

"My, what sort of mood are we in today?" she asked.

"Lockhart is a fool. He literally knows nothing," John snapped.

"Well," the Fat Lady looked off into the distance, "He is handsome though,"

"Handsome? Just because you look nice doesn't mean you're smart!" John looked down, "Unless your Captain Jack though," He grumbled.

"What was that?"

John shook his head, "Nothing. Now let me in!"

The Fat Lady scowled, but the portrait swung out of the way.

John made sure to take his pills, and go to bed early. Tomorrow he was going to have transfiguration again, and he had a feeling things were going to be interesting. John snuggled up in bed, and before he knew it, was asleep.

The brown-haired woman was in tears. "You run away and you don't come back!" The woman stormed out of whatever this room was. A man with grey hair looked down, guiltily.

John suddenly recognized the man. He had been in his other dreams! Why were all of John's dreams about that woman and that old man?

A groaning sound filled the room. Lights flashed and the man pulled a red lever.

John woke up. He was determined to not forget this dream. Maybe it had some sort of meaning… John glanced at his pills. Maybe they had a side effect. John decided that he would not sleep the next night. He closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

John woke himself up at exactly seven o'clock. Breakfast would be in an hour...and then his first class of the day, transfiguration.

John put on his robe, and tucked his wand in his pocket. He looked in a mirror. He couldn't help but notice some similarities between him and the man in his dreams.

What dreams? His mind asked. As far as he could tell, he didn't have a dream last night. John shrugged and went to the common room. He saw Clara there as well, talking to Ginny.

"Mum honestly can't get enough of him!" Ginny laughed.

"Are his books even about anything, besides you know, utter rubbish?" Clara asked.

"Probably not. One morning a publisher must've taken too much of a potion from his laboratory cabinet!"

John stride over, and joined in.

"Oh, hey John." Clara said, smiling.

"Hello, lovely morning isn't it?" John replied.

"Yeah, we should get to the Great Hall though. I don't want to miss breakfast!" Ginny said.

John smiled. Clara looked at him and frowned. "No! You can't have any more bananas!"

John whimpered. Clara narrowed her eyebrows, "I swear, if you eat another banana, I will shove a pear down your throat!"

Ginny laughed, "funny relationship you got here."

"Ginny, never eat a pear. Pears are disgusting," John said, though he made sure he added a tone if seriousness.

Ginny smirked, "Believe me, I won't. I can't have Clara shoving pears down my throat. What would my mum say?"

And with that, they were off.