"Charles come on, I don't want to do this. I'm seventeen years old. I don't want to be here and doing this stupid meditation thing, just go back to work."

"Morgan we have to do this. You need to get rid of this dream. It's not healthy for you. What do you think you are going to do during the school year when no one knows and I am not there to help? No, you need to concentrate and relax. Breathe in breathe out. Let the image flow out of you and let clean images of life flow in."

I sat in the spring area that the Weasly's home had out back behind some of the woods. I didn't memorize the way but I knew that I should have. Fine, I thought, I'd do the stupid breathing but if it doesn't help then I wont do it anymore.

As the time past he talked to me about images that he wanted me to see that would drive the dreams away but I could barely hear him as my hearing went fuzzy and my eyes started to water. I opened my eyes screaming and saw that I was still in the field area with Charles and that he was looking at me with concern that I didn't like to see.

"What happened?"

"He's sending someone to get Harry!"

"When?"

"Now," I said as I got up and ran back to the house hoping to get there fast. As we came through the woods I saw that the three were standing around in the garden getting food for lunch. "No… Their here!"

Just then four popping sounds came and then there were four people standing with their wands pointed at them. "Get Down!" I screamed, hoping that they would hear me, hoping what I saw wasn't about to come true and that they weren't about to die.

Then I was in the field with Charles. I got up and ran back to the house, and as I got there the three came walking out but no one else appeared.

"Morgan what the HELL! What is wrong with you?"

That got their attention and the three of them came running over to us.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked as her and the two boys stopped in front of us.

"Morgan, what happened?"

"No one… there isn't anyone… they didn't come…why not?"

"Morgan, who are you talking about?"

I froze. I couldn't tell him, he wouldn't let me go to school and he wouldn't go to his new job, but how do I get out of this…

"I must have fallen asleep again Char… Sorry."

He didn't look convinced but he didn't fight me with the three of them in front of me. So, he said, "Morgan, I have to get to work, practice a bit more today, for a few hours. I'll have Mrs. Weasly check in on you in a few hours, you'll be right back here right."

"Yes, Charles, go to work and leave me alone," I said as I turned to walk away.

"Morgan," Charles started.

"Just go away!"

I walked into the woods knowing that he wasn't going to go to work but stay in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasly waiting for me, but I didn't think that the Hermione, Ron and Harry would follow me into the woods.

After walking for five minutes I found a small clearing and walked to the middle and sat down to stretch.

"You three didn't have to follow me," I said as I did the butterfly. "He knows that I am not going to meditate. He knows that I am going to practice my dancing."

They didn't say anything so I asked, "Do you need something?"

They looked at each other hoping that one another would know what to say before Hermione shook her head and spoke up, "We just wanted to make sure that everything was okay."

"Are you a Seer?" Harry asked.

"What? Don't be stupid. I don't see anything; I just sense things. Plus Seer blood doesn't run in my blood. I get flashes, of the past that happened or the future that could happen, or could happen in another alternate universe."

They looked shocked but Hermione changed the topic calmly and skillfully, I got the feeling that she was a pro at it with those two.

"So what kind of dance do you do?" She asked as Ron, Harry and herself sat down in the grass.

"Ballet mostly, but I did do some free range dance over the summer a few years ago with a friend. Not that big of a deal."

"Oh, cool," Hermione said before they sat in silence as I made the ground hard wood and a mirrored bar wall appear.

"Wow," Hermione said as Ron and Harry both jumped a bit.

I practiced for about half an hour before I got board and sat down across from the three and made the ballet studio area disappear.

"I know you three want to ask, so just ask."

"Ask what?" Hermione asked with real confusion on her voice.

"Okay two of you want to ask."

Ron and Harry looked at each other before Ron asked, "Why did you 'need' to come live with me and my family? My mother wont tell me and it is so annoying with the fact that extra spells have been put up."

"Ronald!" Hermione screeched.

"No Hermione it is okay, and I would answer you if I knew the answer myself, but I don't know. My brother has only told me that it will be easier for transitioning in if I stayed with a Family with 'Children' my age and that your family was up for the challenge and up for the offer. Look, I don't want to intrude, I don't even want to be in England yet, but I am. I'll stay out of your way, all three of you. It wont be a problem."

"I didn't mean anything bad by it," Ron said fast. "It is just that we don't really meet that many new people that often around here, being that we are off the beaten path and that it is a dangerous time now-a-days."

"You can hang around with us if you want," Hermione said as she looked at Harry the same time that Ron did.

I looked over at Harry too and saw that he was staring at me.

I looked down at my legs and said, "thanks but I don't think…"

"No, it will be fine," Harry, said, "Hermione would like a girl her age to talk to and to see the books that you have." Then he stood and walked back to the house with Ron, leaving Hermione and I seating where we were.

"He doesn't like me, does he," I said as I moved a little closer to Hermione, but still sitting across from her.

"No, it is just that he doesn't get that close to people anymore. Being Harry Potter and all and losing people to Voldemort. He is closing himself off. It is scaring us, Ron and I, we don't know what to do."

"Wow, I didn't know that people over here said his name, Voldemort. Everyone in America talks about how you Europeans are scared to even mutter his name out loud in fear that he will come forth and hurt you or something. May that is why I was sent here. Maybe it is safer for me here because he is here. Don't know why I would need that much protection. I am not the powerful or anything, just a silly American girl that wants to go home."

"Why don't you want to be here? I thought that you wanted to go to school here."

"I do but my best friend was supposed to come with me," I said as I stood up and then helped her up by offering my hand.

"What happened? Why isn't she coming?"

As I walked back towards the house I said over my shoulder, "Because Hermione, being dead stops the whole learning and going to school process."

I knew she stopped in her tracks but I kept walking to the house, so that I could get past Mrs. Weasly, past Harry and Ron and get into my room to cry myself to sleep at four in the afternoon.