Dear Diary,
You will not believe what has happened! I know I can't. I guess I should start at the beginning though huh? I'm always getting ahead of myself.
I came home from school, and I was doing my homework, so I wouldn't have to do it after volleyball practice, it was a late practice today, 6:30-8:30, and I wanted to call Sarah tonight. So anyway, I was sitting at the kitchen table, but I wasn't really doing my homework, I was off daydreaming about this dream I keep having, you know the one.
It's the one where there is this tall black haired guy and he has brown eyes, much like my own. Then there is this other lady, I think their married, because she has long red curly hair, a lot like mine, I swear, they could be my parents. Because I can't find my parents, and my adoptive parents have always told me that I was adopted, but they are my family, despite what they say.. Although I get this feeling they're hiding something from me.. I don't know... But anyway, the dream, it doesn't look like anything familiar, like, I don't know, it doesn't look like America is the best way to describe it I guess.. Anyway, in this dream, I guess I'm their daughter.. Maybe I'm imagining parents or something.. But in this dream, their is a baby, my age, like he could be my twin, but instead of having red hair and brown eyes, he has the dad's hair, whom the lady has called James, so I've started calling him that myself. The lady, her name is Lily, and she has the most striking emerald eyes, honest, I'm jealous.. And the boy, he has her eyes, and I think we're twins.. Boy would that be nice, for us, me, to have a sibling! If only it were true...
Anyway, back to what happened today, I was daydreaming at the kitchen table.. And then the dream turned weird.. It came to present tense.. And I was in my room, then all of a sudden this old guy popped out of thin air… and he said he was Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and that it was time for me to come home..
Home
That word has been my savior, and my demon since I have known that I was adopted..
The man.. He was old... he looked at least a hundred.. And he had a long white beard it went to his belt.. Well.. If he was wearing a belt.. I'm not sure.. Because, well he had long white hair too, and it looked like he was wearing a robe of some-sort, it looked very comfortable.
And he started talking about things.. Magic, I've believed in magic, but for it to be true? I don't know..aAnd he was saying things, nice things of course, talking about my adoptive parents.. I think he called them muggles.. I wonder what those are? Hm... Anyway, I was trying to absorb all of what he was telling me.. But I couldn't.. Not all of it.. I only remember bits and pieces..
You have a twin brother.. His name is Harry.. Hogwarts.. Magical.. Real parents are dead.. Died at age one.. Time to come to school.. Meet your destiny.. Let it unfold..
What does it all mean? Do you think it's a sign? It was only a dream, after all.. Wasn't it?
Love,
Laura Porter
A/n Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it is solely the work of J.K. Rowling, and I am just toying with them a bit..
You will not believe what has happened! I know I can't. I guess I should start at the beginning though huh? I'm always getting ahead of myself.
I came home from school, and I was doing my homework, so I wouldn't have to do it after volleyball practice, it was a late practice today, 6:30-8:30, and I wanted to call Sarah tonight. So anyway, I was sitting at the kitchen table, but I wasn't really doing my homework, I was off daydreaming about this dream I keep having, you know the one.
It's the one where there is this tall black haired guy and he has brown eyes, much like my own. Then there is this other lady, I think their married, because she has long red curly hair, a lot like mine, I swear, they could be my parents. Because I can't find my parents, and my adoptive parents have always told me that I was adopted, but they are my family, despite what they say.. Although I get this feeling they're hiding something from me.. I don't know... But anyway, the dream, it doesn't look like anything familiar, like, I don't know, it doesn't look like America is the best way to describe it I guess.. Anyway, in this dream, I guess I'm their daughter.. Maybe I'm imagining parents or something.. But in this dream, their is a baby, my age, like he could be my twin, but instead of having red hair and brown eyes, he has the dad's hair, whom the lady has called James, so I've started calling him that myself. The lady, her name is Lily, and she has the most striking emerald eyes, honest, I'm jealous.. And the boy, he has her eyes, and I think we're twins.. Boy would that be nice, for us, me, to have a sibling! If only it were true...
Anyway, back to what happened today, I was daydreaming at the kitchen table.. And then the dream turned weird.. It came to present tense.. And I was in my room, then all of a sudden this old guy popped out of thin air… and he said he was Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and that it was time for me to come home..
Home
That word has been my savior, and my demon since I have known that I was adopted..
The man.. He was old... he looked at least a hundred.. And he had a long white beard it went to his belt.. Well.. If he was wearing a belt.. I'm not sure.. Because, well he had long white hair too, and it looked like he was wearing a robe of some-sort, it looked very comfortable.
And he started talking about things.. Magic, I've believed in magic, but for it to be true? I don't know..aAnd he was saying things, nice things of course, talking about my adoptive parents.. I think he called them muggles.. I wonder what those are? Hm... Anyway, I was trying to absorb all of what he was telling me.. But I couldn't.. Not all of it.. I only remember bits and pieces..
You have a twin brother.. His name is Harry.. Hogwarts.. Magical.. Real parents are dead.. Died at age one.. Time to come to school.. Meet your destiny.. Let it unfold..
What does it all mean? Do you think it's a sign? It was only a dream, after all.. Wasn't it?
Love,
Laura Porter
A/n Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it is solely the work of J.K. Rowling, and I am just toying with them a bit..