Author's Note: I couldn't resist that soap opera crack from Marina, they do it all the time on the shows. Sorry if this seems a little strange. Yes, the implication that Tory Granger is related to Hermione Granger is correct in this universe.

Augusta.

Disclaimer: All I own is Anne, Elizabeth, and Teresa. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling and the people at CBS.

Chapter Five: What Lies In Dreams

Before the week was out, James had become the aquaintance of, according to Marina, almost every person who was anybody anyway in Springfield. He had been introduced to the Spauldings-Alan, Alexandra, Phillip, Beth, and Lizzie-who reminded him strongly of his own manipulative family, had met up with the Bauers and recieved a welcome to the city and a business card in the event that he ever needed medical care, had talked politics with the Mayor, Ross Marler, who just so happened to be Dinah's father, had been interrogated by Jeffrey O'Neill-Dinah's boyfriend, the District Attorney- to ensure he wasn't on the run for anything, been offered a job by Bill and Olivia Lewis in their company they had started, and that was only in the first three days. Marina hadn't exaggerated when she called Company the social center of Springfield. There were, however, two more people he had to meet before he was officially a Springfielder, according again to his personal welcome wagon Marina, and they were Reva and Josh Lewis. On Saturday, they finally made their appearance at Company.

James was sitting having coffee with Dinah, who had had yet another spectacular fight with Jeffrey that ended in her telling him it was over and to go to hell, when Marina leaned over the bar. " James!" she hissed. " It's Josh and Reva-I'll do the introductions, they like me. I used to go out with their son Shayne."

" It's the psychic and the construction lord," Dinah muttered.

" What?"

" Reva used to be a psychic, and Josh co-owns Lewis Construction with his brother Billy- the one talking to Alex Spaulding and Buzz Cooper yesterday at three, Bill's father." James nodded thanks, and looked over at the woman who had just sat down next to him.

Reva Lewis might have been a beauty when she was young, and there was still nothing unpleasant to look at about her tanned face. Highlighted blonde hair and blue eyes both looked like they belonged on a younger woman, and there was something about the way she was smiling that put him in mind of his mother. He had loved his mother as much as he feared his father growing up, and seeing her smile on Reva's face was peculiar. I am not going to let myself start remembering Mama, he told himself sternly. Nothing good can come of it. He turned his mind back to the business at hand.

" Good morning, Reva, Josh," Dinah said, nodding to the woman and the man beside her.

Reva's smile was a little strained. " Good morning, Dinah." The man-Josh- smiled politely and nodded. Reva turned that penetrating blue gaze back to James. " Am I correct in assuming that you're James Potter?" Reva asked, her tone friendly.

" That would be me."

" You've been causing a lot of talk in this town," Reva continued. " We don't get very many newcomers in Springfield who don't have something tying them here-some family, in-laws, something. You're the first real newcomer since- I don't remember, Josh, do you?" She turned to her husband expectantly.

" Tory Granger," Josh supplied. " She was that nut job who seduced Ross Marler and locked Blake Marler in a basement or something like that."

" Oh-I remember her. What happened to her, anyway?"

" They threw her in Ravenwood," Dinah chimed in. James vaugely remembered hearing someone say that Ravenwood was an asylum- Phillip Spaulding had just been released from it. " Daddy told me. She tricked them into thinking she was sane and went to England-had a brother living there with his wife and kid."

" We don't have as many crazy people around here as it sounds like, Mr. Potter," Josh Lewis said reassuringly, apparently aware that people not considering having crazy people escape from the local asylum something to remember was hardly a good way to represent one's town. " The only Springfielder I know of in Ravenwood now is Annie Dutton, and the only two who need to be are Phillip and Lizzie Spaulding."

" Not quite right, Josh," Marina said from the bar. " It's Lizard Spaulding, not Lizzie."

" Hey, now, be nice," Reva chided. " Just because someone is something isn't a reason to say it out loud." Marina laughed.

" I spent about a year in a Swiss asylum myself," James said. " My sister Teresa managed to convince everyone I was off my rocker-she was after the family business, but she never got her hands on it. My sister Elizabeth held my proxy till my other sister Anne and her husband managed to sucessfully infiltrate the institute."

" Your life would make a great soap opera from what I've heard of it," Marina joked. " Mob hits, exploding houses, the sister locking you in the funny farm- sounds a lot like The Bold and the Beautiful to me."

" Sounds a lot like Springfield, too," Dinah said, bringing a laugh from everyone.

" What's this about mob hits and exploding houses?" Reva asked.

" My father died as part of some mob plan to take down the Lord Mayor of London that ultimatly failed," he invented. It had been a mob hit that killed George Potter, but not of the Muggle variety. He had a suspicion-nothing definite-that Anne's parents-in-law had been involved. The Old Lady never had liked Anne, and old man Black had always gone along with her for the most part. " As for exploding houses, that was how my wife died. All the authorities told me was that the gas pipes were under too much pressure or something like that. From the sounds of it, Lily was blown up in her sleep."

The fine lines around Reva's eyes deepened with her sympathetic wince. " Sounds like your life hasn't been all wine and roses."

" Hardly," James said dryly, remembering the more notable events of his life.

" Do you dream about it?"

The question caught him off guard, and he stared at Reva for a moment before answering. " Yes."

" Do you remember the dreams?" He was starting to feel as if she were cross-examining him. There was a vacant, far-off look in Reva's eyes that made it look as if she were having a vision.

" Most of the time."

" Always remember dreams. Sometimes, there's something in dreams that you'll never find anywhere else." Reva's voice had sank to a whisper, making the words sound as if they had some secret meaning just between him and her.