It was the day I got to see Emily. I was more excited every time, but today I was more somber than usual. It was because all the night before I was dreaming like a mad man. I needed to talk to her and see what the hell was wrong with me. Was all of this real? Was I seriously meant to go back to that horrible place and kill some man for something I knew nothing about. I knew he was my parents killer, but wouldn't that have meant I just wanted justice? I considered it selfish I wanted nothing to do with it. I walked down the street to the beautiful cottage where blue wildflowers grew. They were called underflowers because of the captivating color and crystallized style they could only grow underground. I knocked on the door and waited.

While I waited I had time to think, All of thirty seconds but still enough time to process what I wanted to talk to her about. Mostly about this dreaming crap. Why did it have to happen to me? Why was I always the one who has to suffer? Wasn't I broken enough? I counted the cracks in the side walk and then she opened the door. "Hi Emily."

"Hi my darling." She hugged me tightly and then let me in the house. She lead me to the sitting room where we had tea and she looked me in my face. She touched it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing.." I lied. I didn't want to spring it all on her so fast.

"You're lying to me."

"No I'm not..."

"Harry." She gave a warning tone that said 'lie to me one more time I will send my worm to fetch it instead. I'm not kidding.'

"Fine." I sighed. "I was told by the little blue girl that I was the boy who lived and who would live again, and on top of that I had dreams of the world she said I'd return to and they are trying to find me. So I could fight some monster or villain or something. But I don't want to do it... I don't want to be found.. I don't want to be gone..." I said. "I've finally found my home. I've finally found my parents. My friends my life. I found you and I can't believe I would have to lose you.. You're my best fiend."

Emily sighed and hugged me like I had said everything in a foreign language. "You're being ridiculous Harry, no one is coming to take you from us. No one is going to harm you rip you away from us just so you can go and fight some monstrous villain. You're going to be safe here. Isn't that what we promised? Why would we force you to do something we know would do the exact opposite"

She asked me questions I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything she asked me and more about why they wanted me there. Perhaps I was being ridiculous, over reacting to such a silly thing. A sad dream that some girl made me have because I thought she was beautiful. Emily knew what to say all the time. She knew how to fix me. Even when I wasn't all the way broken.

"Are you better?" She asked smoothing my hair.

"I'm alright."

"Not better." I said with a shrug. "More like... relieved I guess. Relieved that I was being ridiculous." I fiddle d with my thumb. "I feel like an idiot."

"You're not. Other than Halloween it's only natural for you to be paranoid. Your life story said it a blue girl said and now you've a dream with a haunting whisper telling you you'll return. With all of these anxiety issues you should probably just relax."

"I'm dead.. I'm happy. Relaxing is pushing it."

She laughed. "My little over achiever." She said and kissed my head. "Is that all that's bothering you?"

"I want to say no, but my head hurts."

"Your dead you should have no aches or pains."

"So why does my head feel like it's splitting."

Emily brushed back my bangs and my scar was throbbing. She touched it and it sent me in a spinning world wind. I looked at her I loved her so very much, but I was thinking of punch her in the face. I took her hand and gently took it away from my head. "What?"

"Nothing." I said. "Can we please get to the real reason to my parents suspect I am here."

"Piano!"

"Yes Piano." I said and then walked with her back to the music room. "What song are we doing today?"

"I think you could do Jacks song."

I nodded and then began to play. As I played these musical notes magic flowed through me like there was something to prove in me. To show I had a life beyond fate and that was with my family. Emily's violin played so perfectly with my notes. I loved music. It made me feel better, made my head not hurt so bad. Made me feel like I was something, and not a savior, not some kid who had a lot to do, just Jack and Sally's son who loved music broom ball and the occasional joke with my friends.

After a therapeutic music lesson I went home where I ate with my dad and my mom and we talked about what I did that day. I told them of my head aches and Sally kissed the scar and said she'd stitch that bastard together if she ever seen him. I felt a little more loved after that. I drank my cocoa that night and I drifted off to sleep. Where I didn't dream of scary visions but visions of me playing in front of my friends and family. Blythe applauding my life work. I was older and my shoulders were broader and Emily was my dream woman kissing me before.

Was it because she saved me that I found her to be safe. I wasn't sure, but if it wasn't for her.. I wouldn't be dreaming such a pleasant dream with the beautiful music and happiness I was having. I slept like I had every night before. Like I had found peace.