Everyone seems to want to read the opinion of someone who had no clue what was going on, so here's my stab at it. I was gonna write about an auror, which was a really good idea by the way...but it just wasn't coming in my head, and this came out instead. I'm thinking of trying an auror or something later. Thanks for the ideas!! If anyone ELSE has an idea for who to do next, please say something. I love to hear your opinons on things! Ugh, I'm being cheerful...:)

Alice yawned loudly, letting the cool night air get into her lungs. She didn't usually sit out on the porch and smoke like this, but it was such a beautiful night, especially for this time of year...and anyway, one of the perks of living alone was a lot of the time, you could do what you wanted without having to hear someone complain about it.

Her eyes strayed unwillingly to the land next to him, and a chill ran down her spine. She never had understood why there was a huge piece of nothing but giant weeds next to her house, nor why anyone hadn't bought the damn land, or why she got such a weird feeling when she looked at it.

She shook his head quickly, to clear it. She wasn't out here to puzzle the strange patch of land tonight; she could do that some other time. Tonight she was here to enjoy herself. She let her eyes stray back to the road, and the beautiful night sky. There was a full moon tonight...for a minute, her mind drifted to werewolves and other nonsense like that, but she shook her head and laughed quietly at her own foolishness.

There was no such thing as werewolves.

Suddenly, Alice's eyes opened wide. She shook her head once more, trying to clear it again. She must have stayed up too late, because now she was seeing things. She could have sworn three figures clothed in black had just appeared out of thin air.

Yes, she must be seeing things, because now they weren't there. Decidedly unnerved, Alice looked back at the stars.

But her thoughts kept drifting away, to things like her neighbors...okay, if the land next to him was weird, the neighbors were weirder. Time and time again she could've sworn she saw someone riding on a broomstick, or holding a stick up and making things appear out of the air...but she had gotten used to it, really. Maybe she was just insane, but she never told anyone because she didn't really want to be committed.

And now her ears were playing tricks on her. Two feet away, she was hearing hissing sounds come out of that grass. But when she looked, there was no one there. Maybe it was just a snake. You never knew what could be lurking in that land...it was creepy, really.

Then, all of a sudden, she gasped out loud. Okay, now she knew she was dreaming. There was a house there!! And a man--three men--all blacked robed, they must have been the men she saw earlier--were walking up to the door. And what the hell were they doing? One, who seemed to be the leader, pulled out a stick. A stick!! All right, that was it, she was never smoking again. The tobacco must be getting to her brain. The man said something and the door opened. Yes, she was insane, she decided. Either her or the man.

She wanted to scream, run back in the house--something!! But her legs were refusing to move. She could only watch in horror and disbelief. The two other men stayed on the doorstep, waiting. She tried in vain to see their faces; maybe it was just too dark.

Alice's horror grew when she heard the screams, through the still open door First a man's, pleading, begging...she could hear him trying to fight...what did those words mean?...then more hissing words, and a flash, a flash of green light, and...she could only imagine what had just happened.

Then came the woman's screams. She covered her ears in pain, wanting to run, run and help her, but she was too afraid. The screams kept coming. She could hear them through the window this time, which was open. More screams, more pleading...she didn't know what it was about, she couldn't hear the woman clearly...but those same two words were said, she couldn't hear them properly...and then that same flash, that flash of green light...she could hear a baby crying, she wanted to run...oh God, what was going on?!!

The man...no, he couldn't have been a man, but whatever it was...it said those words again...but there was no flash. There was a loud, heart-wrenching scream and then...silence. She waited with baited breath to hear what happened.

The two things...that was the only word to describe them...on the doorstep exchanged glances, then went into the house. She heard their angry yells, and then explosions. The house was being blown to pieces. They were soon joined by a third thing, who helped them. When the house was blown to bits and there was nothing left but a few shingles, one said more hissing words and out of his stick came a huge, ugly, green...skull thing. Then they were gone.

Alice waited for what felt like hours before gathering up her courage and going to look at the ruins.

At first she found nothing but bits and pieces of black ash and bricks.

Then she saw them.

Two bodies, a man and a women, lying among the rubble, with mouths wide open and a terrified look in their eyes. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that they were dead.

She opened her mouth, and started screaming and screaming and screaming and...

...screaming. She woke up screaming her lungs out.

The screaming stopped abruptly and changed to loud breathing as she realized where she was. She put a hand up to her forehead and realized she was sweating like crazy.

With a huge sigh, her head hit the pillow again. She hadn't had a nightmare in years, and that had to be her worst. She never remembered having that one before...it was so real...almost like a memory.

Alice rolled her eyes at her stupidity. Men did not appear out of nowhere and conjure up houses and go in and kill the people inside. They just didn't.

She yawned widely, closed her eyes and instantly went back to sleep.

It was a beautiful fall day, and the streets were far from empty. It was very warm for this time of year, and everyone was coming happily out of their office buildings for their lunch breaks to get something to eat.

Alice barely noticed the small man wearing all black walk past her, shuffling through the crowds looking terrified.

Then the smaller man turned around and yelled something that sounded like "Serious!!"

A bigger man, wearing a black...dress...thing...which was really weird looking, come to think of it...looked up and narrowed his eyes abruptly. Alice shuddered. Those eyes were really creepy. She quickly crossed the street, which wasn't very wide, so she could still hear them but not be under that...gaze.

It was lucky she did.

"How could you, Serious?" the smaller man was sobbing, "Lily and James, Serious! How could you?!"

Alice knitted her eyebrows in confusion. What was serious? She didn't see anything particularly serious, besides the fact that the small man was sobbing. Oh wait, that must be the man's name. What an odd name, she realized. Who on earth would name their child Serious?

But she didn't have time to think. Serious was reaching into his dress thing. Her eyes widened. She had seen this before...oh no...she knew what was coming...she closed her eyes in horror and heard the explosion blow the street apart. When she opened her eyes, Serious was standing there, laughing his head off. From across the street, she could just barely hear the words. "Finger in a box..."

Alice stared in horror. This was getting really weird, she decided. People with black dresses with sticks killing people...what the hell was going on?

There were bodies lying all around Serious, who was still laughing his head off. People were screaming and running around. She could see a pile of bloody black cloth at his feet. She shuddered. The thought occurred to her to walk away, before the thing could get her, but she just couldn't. Her feet were stuck to the ground, it seemed. "Finger in a box..." she could hear the crazy man saying through his laughter, and the tears rolling down her face.

More men dressed in those black dress looking things appeared in front of Serious. They pulled out their stick things, too, and carted him off. Alice didn't see how they got him away. She just stood there in shock, her mouth wide open.

Then she fainted.

The next thing she knew, she was sitting in an office-looking room. A balding man wearing a mustache and a frown was looking at her from his desk. She gulped. "Where am I?"

"Here," was all the man said. He pulled out a feather, dipped it in something black - it must have been ink-and wrote something on a piece of paper. Alice stared, confused. Since when did people write with feathers?

"Um, why am I--"

"I would like to ask you a few questions," the man replied. "Your name is Alice?"

"How did you know? Who are you? How did I get here? How dare you kidnap me!!" Alice sputtered suddenly. What was this man DOING?!!

The man sighed and put down his feather. "Please, ma'am, you must to listen to me. This afternoon, did you see an insane man wearing black robes blow a street apart?"

Black robes? Oh, THAT was what those dress things were. "What's it to you?" she said rudely.

"Ah, so you did," the man said, ignoring her rudeness, "What did you see?"

Alice only glared at him. He would think she was insane, she just knew it, and then she would be committed and...

The man sighed again. "Look, lady, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. You can tell me what you saw, or I can force you to tell me what you saw. Which do you prefer?"

"Is that a threat?" she demanded angrily.

"No, it's a promise. I won't hurt you, don't worry," he added quickly, "But I need information out of you. Are you going to give it to me willingly?"

"What are you, some kind of serial killer?"

The man groaned. "Oh God, one of the hard ones," he muttered to himself. He reached for his stick thing.

Alice flinched when he brought it out. "What?" he said, noticing how white her face had turned.

"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" she stuttered.

The man raised his eyebrows. "What do you think?"

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" She was eyeing the stick warily, half-expecting it to jump out and kill her on the spot.

"No, of course not. What makes you think that?"

"Put it away!!" She gasped frantically, the sight of it making her nervous. "I'll tell you, just put the stick away!!"

"All right, all right." The man put the stick back in his desk drawer. "Now, what's wrong?"

Alice took a deep breath, and began to recount her experiences on Halloween, and earlier that day when Serious had killed the smaller man. "And then Serious--the big one--"

"Wait, you know him?"

"No, I heard the little one say his name. What's the little one's name?"

"His name was Peter. And the man that killed him, his name was Sirius. Siri-us. Not Serious."

"Right...whatever," said Alice, confused. "He pulled out his stick thing, and he blasted the street apart, and killed everyone around him."

"No wonder you were afraid of my wand," the man murmured, "Every time you've seen one, it's been used to kill someone."

"What?"

"Never mind," he said, louder. "Okay, I'm going to pull my...what did you call it?"

"Stick thing," replied Alice promptly.

The man blinked. "Whatever you say. I'm going to pull it out, but I promise I'm not going to kill you. That's not all it's used for."

"Then what is it used for?"

"I'll tell you later," the man lied. He pulled out his stick, and Alice couldn't help flinching. "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," he reassured her. He raised it, and her stomach did flip flops over and over and then...

Alice's eyes popped open. Okay, what the hell was that? she thought. Houses and men appearing and killing each other, people named Serious...this was getting to weird for her. Maybe she needed to get out of bed for a little while.

Yawning, she shoved the covers off and got out of bed. Now what? she thought. Her eyes landed on the TV next to her bed. Yes, there was an idea. She flicked the light on, then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

As she surfed through the channels, a picture of news reporter caught her eye. Next to him was a small picture of a dirty-looking man with a mop of filthy black hair on his head. "Yesterday the police department reported that escaped convict and murderer Sirius Black is still missing from prison. The public is warned that Black is armed and dangerous. If you see this face, please call the number on the bottom of the screen."

Alice stared at the TV. Sirius...where had she heard that name? She could've sworn she had heard it somewhere...and that face, it looked so familiar. She strained her memory, trying to think of someone she had known named Sirius. Maybe he was in high school with her...no, she was sure no one in her high school was named Sirius Black.

She shrugged it off. It didn't really matter. With another yawn that nearly split her head in half, Alice turned off the TV and the light and climbed back into bed.

A few minutes later, she was a sleep, and no dream or memory disturbed her.

Note: Alice is completely made up; as far as I know, she's not a character in Harry Potter. If you want a real disclaimer, read my bio. Otherwise, don't sue.