Author's Notes: Hi dear readers! I'm back again with another story today. I have a bit of bad news though, "The Bespectacled Boy (my current project still in the works) will be delayed due to that horrible writer's block. I know, I'm sorry. Any feedback/follows/favourites are greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - or Your Name, or at least I wished to. That privilege goes to the queen herself, J.K. Rowling and Makoto Shinkai, respectively. Enjoy!

"Dreams of Another Life"

by DarthPotter08

Prologue: Of Dreams


I look up, and I see Hogwarts. Its towers and turrets seemingly intermingled with the sky above. It has a homely feel to it, but I'm not sure why.

The skyline is beautiful - no doubt about that.

But...

I feel... I feel... I feel that I can name them... one by one...

I see twinkling stars - and a rope! A red rope. With intricate blue and yellow patterns. It's calling, begging for me to touch it.

I close my eyes, and I smell... something. I'm pressed against somebody special to me. I feel loved. I feel cherished. Like a mother cradling her newborn. But, the figure moves away. I am instantly bombarded with the feeling of loss and despair.

The next time I open my eyes, I see a town along a beautiful loch. A happy town, one might say. I see the endless sea of pine and oak trees along with the snow-capped mountains and of congested buildings and that of an old... Shinto shrine.

I feel... I feel... I feel that I can name them... one by one...

Odd. Very odd. For starters, in England, Shinto shrines are almost nowhere to be found.

As I close and open my eyes again, I am transported to another setting. I look down, and I realize that I am falling. I am so high in the sky that sunlight still peaks over the horizon, bouncing off the tops of clouds - it was sunset. But I see something. Something is falling. A comet - a meteor, perhaps. But it... breaks, to my horror. The meteorites glow red as they fall towards Earth. Many fragments disintegrate in the atmosphere, but the largest piece dives into the clouds. The sound of wind whistles as I track the falling comet. The comet bursts through the cloud cover, revealing the town I had seen earlier. I watch with wide eyes as the comet descends and descends.

It was nothing more, nothing less... than a beautiful view.

Something snaps.

I open my eyes, and I'm alone again.

I stare up.

I'm in my room.

Finally.

But this time, before I can even think properly, I feel wetness coming from my eyes.

Sigh.

Now and then, when I wake up in the morning...

I feel myself crying for some reason.

I know I was dreaming. But the dream, though hard as I try to remember it, is gone. The sense of unity and warmth that I felt is poof! Nowhere to be seen.

The tears keep flowing, and I wipe them with my right hand. The little droplets of water dropping to my skin. And, like the dream I had, I think, evaporated.

I look to my palm - my empty palm. I sigh again. I feel defeated.

This hand has held something precious. And I don't remember. And it honestly scares and confuses me.

Is this real? Or just a figment of my imagination.

As I stayed in bed to recollect my thoughts, the sensation that I've lost something - or someone, for that matter, lingers for a long time. A very long time.

I get to the bathroom, the warm and lukewarm water from the sink startles me for a moment, and I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. And once more, the tears keep coming.

I'm always searching - always looking, for someone, or something.

As I ponder, I dressed myself up. I watched the panoramic view of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, which I finally became accustomed to, through my window.

I opened the door to my rented apartment, and I shut it.

I glance at the many students boarding the Hogwarts Express before I continue walking on the sidewalk. The Wizarding World has finally changed for the better. I smile as a wave of nostalgia hits me, albeit briefly.

And...

Before I knew it, just like always, as I gaze out through these crisscross of streets...

I'm...

Looking...

Searching...

Just one person...

I scrunch my head. With eyebrows raised, I concentrated.

I try hard. I really try hard. But it's gone, again.

But this feeling is still inside me. And it's hurting me.

It makes my heart empty.

It's like I cannot live without it.

Still, I cannot deny the fact that I will keep looking and searching for...

For...

Someone I...


Author's Notes: Updates for the next chapter will be posted soon! Thanks for reading!