School is over yea! I was so ecstatic that I actually tore myself away from studying to writing this. That and the gentle prodding from hp-charmed obcessed.

Life is just a huge dream. One day someone shall wake up. -Famous theory reworded by yours truly

I shivered, what a morbid room! Not dark but gray and life deprived. Ielle started to walk towards a light and I began to follow, the light was so tempting. Suddenly a hand reaches out to grab me. I turn and face Caliga. He begins to turn me toward him, he says nothing but our eyes meet and I suddenly know he is going to travel to the dark side. "Do not leave me!" I whimper my childish fear of loneliness to them both, as they travel in opposite directions. Neither of them paused. I loved them both how could I choose which path to follow. Would I follow Ielle or Caliga? Or was I doomed to stay here not in the dark but not in the light. Was I stuck in the middle forever?

I opened my eyes; I hated these vivid dreams I tended to have. Usually they were of the past. But nothing like this had ever happened to me. I would have remembered if something like this had ever happened in my lifetime.

The initial dream was not so much a dream as a sensation. A feeling of despair and hopelessness. I attempted to shake off the after affect of these dreams and made my way downward.

I felt strange my body felt resolutely set on the earth, but my essence, my spirit, my mind...

It was somewhere else entirely. I couldn't remember much only my dreams stood out vividly in my head. It was hard to tell where the dreams ended and where reality began.

I made my way down the steps; each step brought me more to life. As I took the finishing step and both feet had been planted on the ground all memory of what had happened revisited.

Ielle and I had run away from Ginny and Harry, well Ielle had run, I had just been kind of dragged along. Ielle had passed off the authenticity of witchcraft as a joke. Claiming that Harry and Ginny were simply insane.

I pretended to agree with her and the further we got from that house the easier it was to believe that it was all a joke. But that chair, I had seen it levitate and Ielle even had a bump on the side of her head to prove it, not that she would.

She was probably busy downstairs talking with Caliga; he was our old friend from elementary school he had moved in fifth grade to London, Ielle had promised to visit him as soon as we got a chance, and here we are three years later.

As I opened the door I anticipated walking into a frivolous, capricious, light atmosphere. What I found were two somber faces.

"Oh your up." Said Ielle. "You missed everything, how typical."

"Sorry," I said, "But can you try to catch me up to speed."

Caliga opened his mouth to tell me in his soothing subtle manner, "Well as you know a family is where the heart is, it is where you hang you hat. Now I have had an excellent family but when you are adopted you tend to long to know where your real roots are and so..."

"He found his real father," Ielle blurted out in her ever so not subtle soothing way.

"I despise London!" Ielle said dramatically.

"Can we never get a break from all these surprises." She began to sob theatrically.

I tried not to roll my eyes and instead responded in a gentle manner. "I know, it is a lot for the brain to process."

"What else happened?" Caliga questioned.

Two hours later Ielle had finished her story, for all her bluntness was good for! Sure she could blurt out important facts, but ask her to tell a story and you would not hear the end of it for many hours later.

"Wow that is a lot to process," said Caliga with a diminutive smile, "So you two are witches."

"Ielle assumes it's all one big joke. Don't you Ielle?"

"Indisputably!' Said Ielle

"Hey you guys want more to process? Meet my father, he should be home in a matter of seconds!"

As if cued by Caliga's thoughts the doorbell rang. "I will get it," Caliga said.

"Guess we don't have a choice with this meeting do we?' Ielle whispered to me.

"I am going to quickly call my parents and tell them we are okay," Ielle told me.

"You can't I told her, remember we left in such a rush you left your pocketbook, your cell-phone, and the phone number and instructions to Caliga's house."

"Right! That is why it took us forever to find our way here."

Caliga came in with his father and we all gasped.

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"Where are they?" Ginny screamed at Harry.

"Well I kind of, well lost them.

"You what?"

"Well I did not lose them they just kind of ran away!"

"Besides I know where they went, to someone named Caliga's house. It said so in that girl's pocketbook."

Ginny paled, "Did you say Caliga?"

"Yes I did are you deaf as well as earsplitting?"

"I have a hunch," Said Ginny slowly.

"It would make sense, the name, it could not just be a coincidence?'

"Care to include me in your half thoughts."

"Not right now, thanks anyway!" Ginny snapped. "We have to go, come on."

Breathe...Breathe... In... Out... In... Out...

So this was Caliga's father,

Breathe... Breathe... Suffocation will not help you...

So he was the third

Breathe...Breathe...Exhale...Inhale...

So this was Lord Voldermort (Sp)

Breathe...Breathe...