Neb: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling owns the story. This is a story that takes place a Three years after Harry defeats You Know WhoThe.

The world was dark, bleak and a desolate land as two familiar faces walked forward down the road. Norman was wondering what was going on as he lifted his Dragon Heartstring, Vinewood wand. "Who goes there," Norman spoke up. Something was wrong, he wasn't sure what though. He could see through a window his own reflection with his silver eyes and silver hair to match. "I said show yourself!" A man and a woman stepped forward. The man kept his hand hidden in his sleeves, probably waiting for a sneak attack. The woman had her wand already at the ready. Norman for some reason could smell blood on her wand. A wand made of murder is what he thought.

"Dragon Heartstring right," she spoke up and he grunted. "Excellent, we were afraid we'd run into another useless Unicorn wand."

"They are harder to master," the man admitted. "Especially when those wands hadn't chosen you." The man was bald with blank eyes. His face was covered with scars.

"Benson Write," Norman grunted.

"So you've heard of me," the man grinned. The woman was a blonde haired woman with snake earrings. She had to be Leslie Squires. She moved her wand up and cast her spell.

"Incendio," she shouted. Norman countered with his own charm.

"Expelliarmus," Norman yelled. Their wands managed to blast each other causing her wand to fall out of her hand and Norman's coat to catch on fire. He tossed it off quickly before ducking as the man began throwing potions that exploded out of his sleeves. She moved in and grinned as she gave her wand another wave.

"Stupify," she yelled. He dodged that attack and readied himself.

"Flipendo," he roared as she flipped over. She then moved her wand towards a potion that was thrown nearby him.

"Incendio," she repeated. Norman felt himself get engulfed in flames as he screamed. "Expellearmus!" She blasted his wand out of his hand and grinned before stepping forward. She picked up his wand and looked at it. She cast the Lumos charm and smiled. "Works perfectly."

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Norman woke up in his bed and grumbled before heading to the Gryffindor common room. He wondered what that dream was about. It felt real, despite it clearly being imagined. The spells he heard in that dream may be the key to it being fake. He probably made them up in his head after all."

"Can't wait for Charms class," Williams grinned as he held up his wand and readied it.

"Don't even think about it," a painting spoke up. Zenny the Walker was the name of the painting. It was a man in a tuxedo with his dog walking along the road. However, he decided he wanted to be in the foreground of his painting so he could watch the students properly.

"Hey Williams," Norman spoke up and the boy smiled before turning his head to Norman. "Do you know any spells that knock people flat on their back." Maybe it was safer to ask. After all, he wasn't familiar with this world. Maybe dreams were really just like paintings could talk.

"Knockback jinx," Williams replied. "An older student whose a friend of mine said he learned it halfway through the first year, he said it was called... Flipendo." Norman's eyes widened after hearing that.

"Was that a spell I heard," Zenny growled.

"No," Williams replied. "I was talking about a spell, not using it."

"Well careful with spells like that," the painting insisted. "They are dangerous after all."

"We don't need a babysitter," Norman responded and the Painting looked angry towards him.

"I'll request for another five points to be taken if you don't behave properly," Zenny responded. "Now get ready for class. I don't want to hear anymore attack base charms come out of your mouths until your third year students."

"Yes sir," the boys responded.

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Potions class was ok to say the least. He liked their teacher Professor Diaz, though she was just filling in for the next few days. Apparently their real instructer was away on Ministry of Magic business and couldn't be there.

"Name an ingrediant for the forget potion Mr, Schneider."

"Lethe river water," Norman replied after scheming through his book for three minutes.

"You'll find answers easier if you use the index Mr. Schneider," she spoke up and the class laughed. "Quiet. Turn to pag e sixty-six of your text book."

A message flew over to Norman. He was shocked, but said nothing. Instead he read it. "Regarding your dream last night stay after class so we can talk."

The message didn't have a name to it.