A/N- Here we go, the grand finale! Ok, it's the end of this story, but I'm going to have a sequel if you guys want. This is the last chapter, but it won't seem like it. Read on and see why. :)



"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" screeched Harry. Hermione and Ron looked at Harry, shocked at his language. (a/n- so was I! )

Taylor looked at him and smiled. She lifted her wand and whispered," stupefy," Hermione and Ron fell to the ground.

Harry, with his fright intensifying every minute, pulled out his wand and shouted, "STUPEFY!!!!" as loud as he could. The spell went right through Taylor and bounced right through the corridor.

Harry started throwing curses at her, trying with all his might to get rid of Taylor, to make her go away, to get rid of the fright. He was alone, against this ghost. Or was she a ghost? She was transparent, but too alive to be a ghost.

"You can stop throwing those spells at me. They will not harm me. Besides, when I explain my reason for being here, you will be glad you met me," she said, calmly.

Harry, completely freaked out now, turned and started to run. Taylor muttered something and Harry felt an invisible hand grab him by the leg and he was floating in the air. Harry struggled to break free of the charm, but it was no use. He stopped and listened to her.

"Why can I hear you but no one else can?" asked Harry.

"Because you have a gift. A gift to see the past you have not lived through. I had it too. Then, then ... you-know-who met me. He was angry at me. I don't know why. He was after me ... then ... then ... here, let me show you." Taylor said, and waved her arms with her wand still in her hand.

Again, again Harry was floating back into time, into another memory. Suddenly, he was in a dark street in London, and a more solid Taylor was waiting on the dark street, looking nervous. It was pitch black, except for the street lamp that was only half-lit, illuminating her face.

A dark figure loomed out of the darkness. His face was hidden in his cloak, so he seemed even more frightening. Harry felt a cold, prickling feeling on his neck, his hairs were sticking up.

"Taylor, Taylor, poor you," said the man. His voice was high and cold. Taylor jumped.

"Please, leave lily and James alone! They do not deserve punishment!" she shrieked.

"Worry about your own safety!" shouted the cold voice, pulling out his wand. Suddenly, he turned and looked at Harry. No, this couldn't be. No one acknowledges anyone that wasn't in the original place. Harry is only watching the memory, not in it. "Well, well, well. Harry Potter. What a pleasant surprise. For me." said the cold voice.

"RUN! RUN, HARRY POTTER!!" shouted Taylor.

And so Harry did. He was very confused, but he ran. Then he tripped and fell into a dark hole. He kept falling and falling, praying he would land on something soft. And.....

Harry woke up, in his bed in the middle of the night. He saw Ron over on the other bed, fast asleep. Harry sighed, drenched in sweat yet again. The entire escapade was a dream. No scary voices, no flashback, and definitely no Taylor. He smiled and went to go to sleep again. He yawned and closed his eyes, still sitting up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange sight. He put on his glasses and saw... a... mysterious... silver.... light....

"Hello," said Taylor.