Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters. I don't even own this title.

A/N- Speaking of which, thanks BabeBunny for the title (it's hers I just stole it) and thank you for being my first review. We love you!!! ::Hugs BabeBunny and slips her a $20::

A/N2- And i've never been to New York, so I'm soory if any of this affends you, or doesn't sound right. I SO SORRY!!! I FAILED YOU!!! ::crys and grovels at people in New Yorks' shoes::

That was two years ago and times hadn't changed. Lizzy still woke up every morning, drew her latest dream, tacked it to the wall, called Caitlyn and they would analyze it.

Only the pictures seemed to show how times had changed. The boy had grown older, and the pictures darker. Caitlyn said this probably was her sub-conscience talking, "It's saying that you don't like the fact that everyone makes fun of you and I'm you only friend."

Lizzy rolled her eyes, "Thanks. Remind me never to go to your office when you become a physiatrist."

"Why not?"

"You really know how to boast your patient's confidence."

Caitlyn stuck her tongue out at her. "Come on we're going to miss the bus again. And we don't want to be late for the last day of school." she said leaving the room so Lizzy could change.

Smiling she quickly pulled on her blue and white plaid skirt, her white button-up blouse and her plaid tie that matched her skirt. She hated uniforms, but it was one less thing people made fun of her about. She flung open the door and ran downstairs.

Caitlyn was talking animatedly to Mrs. Johnson in the kitchen. Lizzy rolled her eyes; her mom had always liked Caitlyn. "Come on, Caitlyn. We're going to be late," she said pulling her friend by the arm out of the kitchen and down the hall

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" her mom called.

"Already ate!" she lied quickly pushing Caitlyn out the front door running out herself and slamming it shut. "Come on," she repeated and ran to catch the bus on the next street.

They reached the street, out of breath, to see three people were left, the rest were already on the bus. They ran and stopped in front of the doors, just as they were closing. The driver glared at them, but reopened the doors. They got on, and people moved out of their way so they didn't have to sit with them. They got a seat by themselves.

Jacob Cobb sat behind them. He was a small boy with brown hair, and overall mousy features. "Don't you ever brush you're hair? No wonder why you're a freak," he laughed. The girls were used to this, they'd gone through it their entire life, they ignored him. Pretty soon he stopped, and began making fun of the boy behind because he was slightly over weight.

Lizzy didn't remember being tired, but pretty soon she was asleep. Caitlyn turned to tell her something, but founded she was laying her head against the window and twitching slightly. Caitlyn became worried, she shook her shoulder trying to wake her up, but nothing happened. She shook harder, she gave up on that, but tried to look around for something else to help her. That's when it happened, Lizzy started screaming. The bus driver slammed on her breaks, people were thrown in to the front of their seats and everyone was trying to figure out what happened.

Lizzy's eyes flung open, and still slightly shaking she sat up. "What happened?" she asked Caitlyn in a quiet, and shaky voice.

Caitlyn looked at her in concern as the bus started up again, "You fell asleep. You must having been having another dream, because you started screaming."

Lizzy's cheeks reddened slightly. "I did?" Caitlyn nodded. "Great way to end the year." Lizzy looked around to see if anyone was watching. She pulled out a notebook from her backpack and began drawing. There was no need to as what she was drawing it was quite clear, she was drawing the dream.

Her pencil quivered over the paper as it always did. But this time it wasn't because she was trying to figure out how to draw it, she was contemplating draw it at all. It had been so horrible.

Slowly her pencil started drawing the outline of a face, if you could call it that. It had small beady eyes and small slits in place of a nose. It was smiling sadistically. He was dressed in a long black ridding cloak and was pointing a long stick at a young woman who was clutching a baby in her arms. You could see that the woman was crying, and pleading with the man.

She showed it to Caitlyn. "What's so horrible about that?"

"She died," Lizzy answered plainly, and Caitlyn understood. "I watched her die."

"And the boy?" she asked cautiously.

Tearful grey eyes looked into concerned brown ones. "I don't. I woke up. But that," she said pointing at the boy, "is Harry Potter. So that," she pointed at the woman, her voice breaking "must be his mother."

"That must be why he lives with those awful people." Lizzy nodded mutely. "You know, you could probably write a book on this and become rich!"

Lizzy laughed. This is why she was friends with Caitlyn. Not only because they were both considered freaks, but she could always make her laugh, no matter what just happened.

The continued the bus ride in silence. Nothing more needed to be said, there was a mutual understanding that it was something not to be talked about. The bus slowly turned into the Albany High School parking lot and they quickly filed out.

They were all excited about today, it meant no more uniforms and no more homework (...or at least not that much). But after today's bus incident they were a bit shaken up to say the least.

Caitlyn seemed to sense the mood, and wanted to lighten it. "Oh! You'll never guess what your mom told me!"

"What? That she liked your hair?"

Caitlyn laughed slightly, "Well, yes, that..."

"Typical," Lizzy snorted.

"But also something else. Something you're really going to like," Caitlyn continued excitedly.

"What?"

"Well...she made me promise not to tell," Lizzy rolled her eyes, "but I'm too excited. She told me that this summer you're taking a trip!" Lizzy groaned, this didn't seem to be the answer Caitlyn was expecting. "What? Aren't you happy?"

"Would you be?"

"Uh...yeah!"

Lizzy rolled her eyes yet again, "I heard them talking about it last week. Going to Aunt Virgie's family reunion doesn't seem like my idea of fun. Is it yours?"

"Wait. Hang on..." Caitlyn said, now very confused. "Your Aunt Virgie lives in Georgia."

"Yeah. That's pretty obvious."

"But...but your mom said you were going to London. How does that work?"

Lizzy's eyes lit up. "What?! LONDON?!" Her entire face broke into a huge smile. "I can't believe this."

"Now remember that reaction." Her friend warned her.

"Why?" she asked more concerned now.

"'Cause your not supposed to know." Lizzy laughed again, this was turning out to be one of the best days of her life. "Come on, we'll be late for class."

The last bell rang. Students from all corners of the school we running out of classrooms, pulling of ties and shoving them in their pockets and chatting excitedly to their friends. The summer had finally come.

Lizzy and Caitlyn caught the bus easily enough and talked about Lizzy's upcoming trip the entire way home. When they got of, Caitlyn walked Lizzy home. They parted at the top of her driveway. "And remember, you didn't hear it from me. You didn't hear it at all." Lizzy nodded and they went their separate ways.

She walked through the front door, and was greeted with a very scary sight. Her mother was standing in the doorway smiling (overly excited) at her. She immediately knew why, but since she wasn't supposed to, she decided not to comment on it. "Uh...hello?"

"Come on! Come on!" She said pulling Lizzy into the living room and sitting her the couch. "Don't move." Lizzy watched her mother rush out of the room. She didn't know how long she waited there, but soon her younger brother, Matthew, came home from middle school, was greeted in much the same way and seated next to Lizzy. She realized what was going on. Her mom wanted to them all to be there when they told them. Now they were just waiting for John and Emma to get home from school, and she would tell them, and then all those acting classes will finally pay off.

The two children walked through the front door and they were rushed onto the couch, their mother beaming from ear to ear. She pulled up an armchair and sat in front of her children surveying them, the grin never leaving here face.

The four children varied significantly: Lizzy with her messy, dark red hair and grey eyes, to Matthew with pitch black hair and hazel eyes, to John with brown hair and green eyes, and finally to Emma with white-blonde hair and blue eyes.

Mrs. Johnson decided that now was the write time. "This summer, we're going to take a trip."

There was a simultaneous groan. "Do we have to go to Aunt Virgie's family reunion?" John finally spoke up.

"They always pinch my cheeks and tell me they remember when I was this tall, but I don't know who they are," Emma concluded rubbing her cheek.

"Well," Mrs. Johnson concluded looking slightly mischievous, "you don't have to go if you don't want to."

Matthew was the first to catch on, "Wait...you never let us not go to Aunt Virgie's family reunion before. What's up?"

Mrs. Johnson smiled, "I'm glad you caught that, Matt. We are not going to Aunt Virgie's family reunion. Oh yes, I know your very put out," she answered to sighs of relief and a few "Yes!"s.

John frowned, "Then where we going?"

Mrs. Johnson beamed again, "We're taking, a three month trip to London!"

The children gasped. Then all started talking at once, Lizzy tried to remember her first reaction when she found out, but found she couldn't because it was drowned out by the reaction of hearing it again. The reality was brought home. They were going to London.

"We're leaving a week from tomorrow," Mrs. Johnson continued after the noise level had fallen. It immediately picked back up again.

"London!" One of the boys called, and they all started laughing.

Though they were leaving in a week, they all stayed up and packed that night. Somewhere between putting her pants and pajamas in her suitcase, Lizzy fell asleep.

A/N- This is a bit longer, so I hope this prevents people from slaughtering me ruthlessly...but then again you still have to read it...never mind the part about not killing me!!!! ::hides as daggers get thrown at her::