Hello everyone here is the next installment of my serious fic! (If you are one of friends reading this you should be laughing hysterically by now because I find it very hard to be serious.... hee hee) Ok if you have gotten this far in the story you have probably figured out that my character Mackenzie is going to be involved with some of the characters from Hogwarts (YEA!) and ummmmm some stuff is going to happen. If you have any ideas, comments or questions about my fic or me don't hesitate to give me your e-mail address so I can e-mail you. Sometimes I sound like an infomercial or something. Oh well on to the Disclaimer and then the third chapter!

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own any Harry Potter characters, places or anything like that. But I do own Mackenzie and Lauren and maybe some other people that I have to put into the story.

Family Matters

Chapter 3- London

"So what do you make of that weird dream?" Mackenzie asked Lauren when her mom had gone in to get herself and them a cup of coffee from the local coffee house. "What do you watch before you go to bed at night?" Lauren asked lightly trying to get Mackenzie to lighten up. "Hardly nothing. Except like the news and stuff. It was probably that. There are some scary people out there in the world ya know?" Mackenzie said as she remembered the one story of a teenager being beaten just because he was different from someone else. As usual though, the kid was different from the accepted idea of normality: Football star, cheerleader, preps, populars. How many times had Mackenzie been that closed to having the shit kicked out of her? Too many in fact. But after she'd had enough of the taunts from the asshole jocks and broke the star quarterbacks nose it had stopped. "Thinking about that one story about that kid that different aren't you?" Lauren asked looking at her friend with concern. "Yea, but I can't be sad or worried because its gonna be you and me in London without our parents." Mackenzie said as a smile crept over her face. "Oh I hope they're ready for us. Because if they aren't they're gonna be scared. Very scared." Lauren said turning to face her friend with a mischievous smile to match the one Mackenzie was currently wearing. "So put off the scary dream till later then?" Lauren asked as she saw her mom coming out of the building and walking over to the car. "Ok" Mackenzie said as she gratefully accepted the coffee Mrs. Wilsey offered her. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

"Your mom is picking you guys up from the airport right?" Mrs. Wilsey asked Mackenzie as both her and Lauren hauled their bags off the conveyor belt. "Yep" Mackenzie replied as she and Lauren made their way to go stand with their classmates. As teenaged girls go, both of them actually packed pretty light it seemed. But this was not true. They just were skilled in cramming things into spaces where, according to anyone's reasoning, the things in question were not supposed to go. But they managed it. You would understand if you could see their closets. So they pulled and pushed their burdens along till they got close enough to their friends and where Lauren and her mom said goodbye and Mrs. Wilsey gave her orders. Mackenzie stood quietly as Mrs. Wilsey told the girls what not to do while they were gone. Which was just about everything. She ended her speech with a deep sigh and looked at them both for a long time. "I hope England is prepared for you two." She said as she gave Lauren and Mackenzie one last hug and walked away. "Well Laurnie, shall we?" Mackenzie asked gesturing at the place where the rest of their classmates had taken seats. They sat next to some of their friends to see where their seats were and if they knew anything about when they would be leaving. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

"God that was a long flight!" Mackenzie said as she and Lauren collected their bags from another conveyor belt a long way away from the first one. Their flight had been basically uneventful except for one of their classmates screaming out: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" while they were flying over the Atlantic Ocean. The whole time Mackenzie had been musing over her dream of the previous night. "Tonight kids we're just going to go to our hotel instead of sightseeing. I think we're all pretty tired." Said the girls teacher as her statement was interrupted by several yawns and nods from students. "We'll talk about the weird dream when we get to the hotel." Lauren whispered in Mackenzie's ear. All of the kids piled into a tour bus and some immediately fell asleep. Mackenzie and Lauren sat near the front so they could see out of the buses windshield as well as the windows on the sides. Their teacher pointed out important places and soon enough they were at their hotel. Lauren and Mackenzie headed up to their room and unlocked the door. "So now about this weird dream." Lauren started collapsing on one of the twin beds in the room. Her and Mackenzie were one of the lucky ones allowed to have just two in their room. "What about it?" Mackenzie said sitting on the other bed and looking at her friend. "Well, do you think it was real like a memory or something or just a figment of your imagination?" Lauren said looking out the window at the London skyline. "It was to real to be just a figment of my imagination. But I really hope it wasn't a memory. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life! I had to restrain myself from calling you panicking." Mackenzie said leaning down and trying to pull one of her suitcases up on the bed. "Did you tell your mom about it this morning?" Lauren said also pulling up a suitcase. "NO! She would have kept me home!" Mackenzie said as she pulled out some wrinkled clothes and started to put them away in some drawers of the dresser. "Well, I don't know what to say. I only hope you don't have another one." "So do I." * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * The girls decided to go to sleep early instead of staying up like they normally would have. Hell, they had a month to stay up late and talk till the early hours of the morning. Mackenzie fell asleep thinking about how much fun tomorrow was going to be. He peaceful slumber was interrupted, though, by another dream. This one was different though. She saw a huge castle in front of her. Time seemed to speed up and she saw a man with a turban wrapped about his head. "God," Mackenzie thought, "he's really twitching. Like he nervous or something. He keeps stuttering too." Mackenzie had a weird feeling about this man. Something like she remembered him. Time seemed to speed up again and she saw that she was in what looked like to be a dungeon. Then something shifted, like she was watching something threw glass like on TV then she was in it. It felt as if she was standing there in that cold place. She noticed she wasn't really alone and it wasn't really that dark. She saw the man in the turban standing in front of the most beautiful mirror Mackenzie had ever seen. "Master, I cannot figure this mirror out! Leave it to Dumbledore to think of something difficult!" He mumbled under his breath to no one she could see. Mackenzie heard a soft whoosh and a crackle like a fire. She turned to her left and saw that there was a door leading into the chamber she and this man were in. At that moment a boy stepped threw the door. Mackenzie's mouth dropped open in surprise. She knew this boy didn't she? No, this had to be the boy from her dream, Lilly and James's son. What was his name? "Think damnit, think!" Mackenzie yelled at herself. "Ummmmm. HARRY! That's his name! But what's going on?" Mackenzie's thoughts were abruptly interrupted though when Harry stammered out a "You!" "Me," answered the man calmly. "But I thought- Snape." Harry replied looking at the man as if he was amazed. "Severus? Yes he does seem like the type, doesn't he? But certainly not p-p-poor s-s-s-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?" ~so his name is Professor Quirrell~ Mackenzie took a mental note. Professor Quirrell made this statement stranger by adding a manic grin that reminded Mackenzie oddly of another grin that she had seen before. These two men she didn't know continued talking for a few minutes when ropes sprang out of thin air and bound themselves around Harry. They continued talking about the mirror and some sort of stone this Professor guy was looking for. Harry seemed to be thinking frantically. That's when Mackenzie heard that voice she'd heard the other night. It sounded like the voice was coming from the Professor himself. Harry was dragged in front of the mirror and Mackenzie saw a lump appear in his pocket. ~ Whoa~ Mackenzie thought ~that was pretty cool~. But then Professor Quirrell reaching up and unraveling his turban diverted her attention. Mackenzie though she would scream or run or maybe even throw up. She saw the face of the man that had killed Harry's parents. This man who obviously attempted to kill Harry too but something had happened. He was a chalky white still with red eyes and slits for nostrils. He looked more like a reptile than a human. Mackenzie had an uncontrollable urge to grab the boy and run as fast as she could through the door threw which he had come. But she was frozen in place and she watched in horror as the man walked backwards towards Harry who in turn backed away. Mackenzie seemed to have gone deaf because she could hardly hear anything anymore and she screamed when Professor Quirrell whipped around and lunged at Harry. To hers and it seemed to Harry's too, astonishment Quirrell jumped backwards when he touched Harry as if it had burned him. Professor Quirrell reached for a stick thing that that scary guy had used when he killed the Potters. ~ Oh no, he's gonna kill him! ~ Mackenzie thought just as Harry lunged and clung to Professor Quirrell's arm for dear life. Just then another person entered the dungeon right when Mackenzie's vision was beginning to fade. Everything was turning black but she could just make out a tall older man. ~Way older~ Mackenzie thought looking at this man who was thin with long silvery hair with a matching beard. ~ I hope he's gonna be okay~ were Mackenzie's last thoughts as she felt herself zooming into consciousness. * * * * * * * * * * Mackenzie sat strait up in bed and tried to control her breathing just like last time. ~ Why is this happening to me? ~ She thought miserably. She glanced at her friend lying in the bed opposite her. ~ Well I might as well wait till morning to tell her this one. ~ Mackenzie thought as she lay back down and tried to go back to sleep going over the details of what happened in her mind. * * * * * * * * * * * * Albus Dumbledore still had that strange feeling that something was off. As Sybil would put it "the planets are in odd places with each other." He also had that feeling that someone was going to be involved again. He couldn't wait to know who it was.

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Well there it is peoples! Please review and if you do I have a question for you (Ha! That rhymes!) JK Rowling has revealed that one of the main characters of the HP series will die in book 7. If you have any theories or guesses please put them in a review. My friend (Doone) and I have our own but I'd like to know yours!

Yours truly, -Mongoose