Sorry, I had writers block, there'll be more, REVIEW peoples! Oh, yeah, disclaimer: JKRowling owns Harry Potter but Lindy is mine, all mine! ....sorry...

Lindy lay on her bed, tossing and turning. It was well past midnight, but sleep eluded her still. She couldn't get Harry out of her mind. She kept seeing him in her imagination - the way his hair flopped over his face, the sparkle in his eyes when he talked to her, the air of mystery that surrounded him. She had never felt this way before. In America all the boys that were interested in her had been egotistic bastards to say the least. But Harry... Well, to be honest, he could still turn out to be an egotistical bastard, but he seemed nice and...

A few streets away, Harry Potter had managed to fall asleep, but his dreams were full of golden hair and eyes that held the sea within them, receding rapidly into the darkness...

As she slipped seamlessly from fantasy to dream, she followed him down a leaf-strewn path, deep into the forest...

He ran, panicking, he was lost; he didn't know where he was... there were footsteps behind him, he ran faster, until a tree root somehow got under his foot...

She saw him fall; she cried out soundlessly, there was a flash of green light...

And two figures sat up simultaneously in their separate beds, gasping for breath, as the nightmare receded into the depths of memory...