The shadows almost seemed possessed as they moved with a life of their own, moving closer and closer to William as he slept. One reached out a hand, only seen by the light of the moon, and hovered above his pillow. Only a few more inches before it could reach the dirty-blonde hair of the sleeping boy.

"WILL! WAKE UP!!"

The lights flashed on as three other boys crashed into the room. The shadows disappeared, almost as if they were never there, or as if they were defeated by the light.

William weakly picked up his head. He was tired, cranky, and really wanted his sleep. However, he was very confused at why the three boys stumbled into the room, tripping and almost clawing for more distance.

"What's up?" William yawned.

"Downstairs! In the main hall!" one of them gasped. "Harry Potter is fighting a Dark Wizard!"

William never had such a burst of energy in his life. Grabbing the card, he flew out the dormitory and raced down the halls, almost being grabbed by a teacher as he ran by.

Sure enough, in the main hall, William could see the whole duel from his hiding place. Harry Potter was fighting a mysterious black-robed wizard with a bloody snake embroidered on the back of his cloak. Harry was doing quite well, until both were locked in a neutral spell. William knew a bit about neutral spells, and that sometimes wizards and witches cast them on purpose so they can talk to their enemy. William wondered if that was the case here.

"Give up, Harry Potter!" the Dark Wizard hissed, "You were no match for me then and you are no match for me now!"

Harry laughed. "Like I told you before, if I'm no match for you, then Voldemort never existed! All I would've done is played illusions!"

"Wasn't that within your power? Could the whole thing have been fake?" his enemy snarled.

Harry was beginning to lose his cool. "If it was fake no one would have died!" Harry called, "I wouldn't have this scar, and I would still have my parents!"

"That's right," the Dark Wizard nodded, smirking as he did so, "Even when you're older you're still a dirty orphaned MUD-BLOOD!!"

Harry cast a spell that broke the neutrality, causing the Dark Wizard to fly backwards into the statue of the Lion for the Gryphondor house. Harry called out, "Even now, you can do nothing but mock me, Draco!"

The hood of the Dark Wizard fell back to reveal a pale-blonde man, roughly the same age as Harry Potter. Dodging a spell and getting up, he called, "This is revenge for my father and my Lord!" Draco called out, sparks flying from his wand as a spell flew at its target.

A bright flash of light, and it was over. Harry Potter was gone, but if he was defeated was debatable. Draco laughed evilly as he ran from the Grounds of Hogwarts, pursued by every teacher available. William stared in astonishment as he, completely numb to the world, was yanked back by a teacher and put into the hands of one of the professors. Shortly after, and still in a daze, William found himself in the hospital wing, still trying to figure out what happened.

"Don't worry, kid. You're going to be okay."

William shook his head and looked around. Strange things could happen in Hogwarts, he knew that, and voices in rooms with no people shouldn't seem strange to him.

Actually, he would've understood it if it was the female voice of a nurse, or even a voice he didn't recognize, but this?

The voice belonged to Harry Potter!