I stood there holding this thing. I held it like I had known my whole life what it was and still I knew nothing. I just knew it was meant for me. I looked out of the window and seen gertrude the green. She was the most beautiful green woman I had ever seen. Aparently to hear her tell it the wicked witch of the west was made from her flawless beauty. I told her the witch in the movie was hideous. She had a bulbous nose and warts, her hair was frayed and fried, and she was evil. Gertrude laughed at me and said Hollywood had a famous way of looking at the beautiful people and changing them into wicked things.
I guess she was right, because she looked nothing like the wicked witch. Getrude was curvatious and had long beautiful hair that looked like oceans of black waves, her eyes were the silver of the moon and she had the smallest doll like nose I had ever seen. She had beauty and powers that matched in greatness. I knew if anyone knew anything about above magic it was her. I shoved the wand in my pocket and rushed down stairs.
"Woah where's the fire?" Dad asked me as i reached the door."You went to sleep right after dinner last night you didn't say a word at breakfast and now you're rushing down stairs and out the door.. What's wrong."
"I have to ask Gretchen something." I said
"Ah she's wise."
"Almost as much as she is beautiful." Mom said and gave me a basket of treats to give to the woman. "Tell her we said hello." She kissed me on the head and I took it and walked out of the house. I caught her just as she walked by our darling castle.
She looked up as the door shut and then smiled "Hello Prince Harry."
"Just Harry. Getrude." I said and smiled
"You seem fidgety. You okay?" She asked.
"Can we talk at your house? It is private."
"It's private." She looked at me with a small soft smile and I was curious about what she was trying to see in me, but I being the scardey cat I am would never admit it. I inhaled and nodded "Well that's fine Harry.. Privacy is best when discussing matters of the magical side."
"Right." I said and walked along side her. I told her of my nightmarish dreams, what little miss Blythe said, and then I paused
"What?" She asked "What's wrong?"
I looked up at the cottage and sighed "I'm scared..." I said honestly. "I'm scared someone is coming for me."
She took my hand and gave me a worried look. She opened her door and walked me in. We sat in her tea nook and she waved her hand to serve us. "So you mean to tell me you had a vision after Blythe told you that someone above our home is looking for you?"
"Yes ma'am and I am worried it's true. I've become so happy why would I be ripped away from it."
"Because saviors must know true suffering." She said as if she had suffered the same illgotten fate I myself was supposed to suffer.
I looked at her and wondered if she had suffered. Though she was beautiful she was green, she was also in a land that found hideous things to be beautiful and things like her to be the oppisite, She was the only beautiful creature other than Blythe I had seen be admired. Others used make up to try to make themselves ugly. Was that how she suffered? Because she would never be perfection in anyone's eyes. "How do you suffer?" I asked as I took a sip of tea.
"Harry.. My darling you yourself said that the image of me in the Wizard of Oz displayed me as evil and hideous. Don't you think that is suffering."
"You're not though."
"Oh Harry that's.. That is a normality. Being a witch is suffering enough Being a green witch with no family is sad." She sighed. Then as if she never said a word about a missing family she put on a bright smile and looked at me "So tell me about this secret."
I put the wand on her table. "This.. this came to me.. Called for me like some collect call from the living."
"Harry you are unliving... Not dead but not alive... Unliving."
"So I can get signs of where I was supposed to belong if I had survived?"
"You should be able to.. Where are your death clothes?"
"The ones I arrived in?"
"Yes! Those would be the ones..."
"They're in the family chest."
"You should look in them.. Perhaps there is something in them that would signify your living life. If you hadn't died."
"Okay..." I stood and went for the door.
"Harry."
"Yes ma'am?"
"Try the teleportation spell."
I nodded and closed my eyes. I held my hands down and thought about where I was going in my attic." I felt this jolt in my chest and I opened my eyes I tumbled in my attic like I fell there. I walked over to the chest. In my jacket I seen a white envelope.
To Harry James Potter.
Was in gold lettering like it was meant for me to find. I took the whole jacket and tried my teleportation spell once more. I tumbled into her tea nook kinda hard. "Ouch." I groaned. "Maybe next time it's safer for me to walk."
She smiled 'I think so my self my dear." She then picked up my jacket and then pulled out the envelope. "Well let's see if these are real or fake yes?"
I nodded as a slumped into the chair. I was more scared that there was an envelope that I knew very well I hadn't died with there would have been blood on it. I remember that much I looked at Getrude as she held her hands over the wand and envelope waiting on something to happen. I watched her mutter and say things with force. I was still confused but I didn't say anything I just waited.
I thought about the dream and everything that had come with it. I closed my eyes and my head hurt something fierce when I opened them Getrude had blue lights streaming from her hands and the wand had a color of it's own that slowly merged. Her mutters became scary and I didn't know what to say or do to help her not that I could. I just had to look at her murmer words I had never heard and sway back and forth
"Ketrona porthis Severous Akid.. Azme rea Kerputh."
I looked at her and I wanted to tell her to stop because this was bloody hurting me. "Gerturde." I touched her arm and everything went black.

I came too, but I was in a golden room which was so beautiful it was breath taking. A tall man with a silver beard and wizard robes like the man on the cereal I could never eat looked at me with a smile.
"We've been waiting a very long while for you Harry a shame you've passed before you've gotten to live."
"I'm unliving."
"You're unliving which means you are living without a heart beat.. Am I right?"
I looked down at my sneakers and hadn't thought about it. I never had to not with my family not with the way death had kissed us so kindly it seemed as if it was a gift never a curse or something we had to think about so often it was almost indescribable. I didn't think not it at all. Living without a heartbeat was the same as living to me.
"We want you to come to school.. Hogwarts home for the witch and wizards of your time."
"I've got nothing but time, and I'm in a good school.. Why would I want to change schools now?"
"I don't know maybe because it's safer that way.. You wouldn't be so royal. You'd be a normal child with normal dreams and hopes. Don't you want that?"
I shook my head. "I'm happy where I am and I'd like it if you left me and my family alone." I said sternly.
"Very well." Albus nodded and sighed "Whenever you are ready Harry we will be waiting."
Just as he turned a wolf snarling and black rushed to my side growling and snapping at him. Like he was there to only protect me.

When I finally came to I seen Sallys precious face looking at me worried and small lines where tears had fallen. How long had it been? "Harry are you alright?" She asked stroking my head?
"I'm fine."
"Tired?" My father asked me with a small skeletal smile. " You've been out for a solid two days and almost gave your mother a tizzy." Jack stroked my hair lovingly as if looking at me for the last time in my once wonderful life.. I woke up that morning Harry Skellington, pumpkin prince, ruler of all the wornders of Halloweentown. I was high on my life of being normal. I almost had it and like a flash of a somber nothing I was gone back to being Harry James Potter boy who better live than be happy dead.
I sighed and didn't want to think about it anymore. Sally took my hand and smiled "I'm so glad you're alright Harry don't you ever leave me like that again."
"Where am I going to go?"
"For a moment there we thought you'd gone back to the land of the living." Jack said with a sigh. He was my skinless heartless father who loved me with more compassion and understanding in his pinky than most men have in their entire body. I wanted to hug him. I missed him and I hadn't gone anywhere at least I didn't know I did anyway.
"We were so worried.. Gertrude hasn't left your side."
I looked at her sitting in the corner looking at me. She looked petrified, but relieved that I looked at them. I was truly amazed by the way they cared so deeply about me. How could I be so lucky? "Can I talk to Getrude alone?"
"Sure.. We'll go get you some more tea.."
"Sounds good." Jack said "I love you Harry."
"I love you too dad."
With a kiss from Sally, who will offically always be my mother. I was left in the room with a woman who knew more about something I didn't.
"Harry where did you find that wand?""
"I.. It almost seemed like it found me."
"Did it?"
I shrugged I had no idea. I wished it never had found me. "Do you know where it came from."
"Over land a place called Hogwarts.." She looked at me like a had an idea of where that was.
I only knew the name from the invitation in my pocket I gave her. "Do you have anything else?"
She looked like she had seen a ghost. A horrible version of something good down here.
"What?" I asked "What else?"
"It came from some one dark... A man called Thomas Ridddle."