Lily and I's birthday eve I had a very strange dream indeed. It kind of
scared me when I woke up, but I barely noticed it when I was asleep.
I was standing in a long, very long mind you, sunflower field. Rain was pouring from the sky as if it would never end. Lightning flashed in the sky. I was all alone.
Sure.
A dark, hooded, and cloaked figure came looming up from behind a hill. I ran. Then I turned around and stopped. I could not run from him anymore.
The man stopped a good ten feet in front of me and I could see red glowing eyes through the darkness. He drew a long stick of wood from his inside pocket and played with it between his fingers. Then he raised it high above his head and flung it back down crying the words "Avada Kedevra!" at the top of his lungs in a high squeaky voice.
Then it all changed perspectives.
I was looking from the body of a witness. A small man's frail body went limp and pale, it fell to the floor with a loud thud.
I ran over to him. It was my father. He was dead.
I woke up entangled in the covers, dripping with sweat and tears. My hair was askew and I looked over to find Lily tossing and turning jerkily in her sleep.
Then something else caught my eye. There was a small brown owl tapping at the lowest pane of my window. There was a letter in his beak and he was tapping with one of his miniscule claws.
I hurridley untangled myself and ran to the window. I pushed it open and he flew in and landed humbly on my bed. He dropped the letter and flew out again.
I immediately ran for the letter, only to find there were two.
One said:
Lily Evans
11 Grimmauld Place
Farthest Bedroom
Bed on the Right
The other said:
Laurel Evans
11 Grimmauld Place
Farthest Bedroom
Bed on the Left
I was standing in a long, very long mind you, sunflower field. Rain was pouring from the sky as if it would never end. Lightning flashed in the sky. I was all alone.
Sure.
A dark, hooded, and cloaked figure came looming up from behind a hill. I ran. Then I turned around and stopped. I could not run from him anymore.
The man stopped a good ten feet in front of me and I could see red glowing eyes through the darkness. He drew a long stick of wood from his inside pocket and played with it between his fingers. Then he raised it high above his head and flung it back down crying the words "Avada Kedevra!" at the top of his lungs in a high squeaky voice.
Then it all changed perspectives.
I was looking from the body of a witness. A small man's frail body went limp and pale, it fell to the floor with a loud thud.
I ran over to him. It was my father. He was dead.
I woke up entangled in the covers, dripping with sweat and tears. My hair was askew and I looked over to find Lily tossing and turning jerkily in her sleep.
Then something else caught my eye. There was a small brown owl tapping at the lowest pane of my window. There was a letter in his beak and he was tapping with one of his miniscule claws.
I hurridley untangled myself and ran to the window. I pushed it open and he flew in and landed humbly on my bed. He dropped the letter and flew out again.
I immediately ran for the letter, only to find there were two.
One said:
Lily Evans
11 Grimmauld Place
Farthest Bedroom
Bed on the Right
The other said:
Laurel Evans
11 Grimmauld Place
Farthest Bedroom
Bed on the Left