Isabella Alaverti woke up slowly from her dream. She sat up and brushed away the tears that made their way down her cheeks. "That dream will become reality if I have anything to say about it," she whispered.

Someday I will leave this dreadful place, somehow' the young boy thought as he drifted into a dreamless sleep. Outside, the figure that Harry saw, returned. "I will help you," it whispered as it disappeared into the mid night wind.