It wasn't a dream. I lingered on those words even after they sunk in. It was all just too strange. I had memories of my old life, and of life in this world. The world of my dreams. The scariest thing of all is that I knew what would lie ahead. I had dreams of being a part of the world of Harry Potter. I knew what would happen from what I had seen in my dreams.
Just then a tabby cat curled up next to me. "Hester..." I said to myself. The cat purred in response as I pet her. Hester was my cat. Like Hermione with Crookshanks, I had gotten her before third year. She was a gift from my uncle, Angus.
Like Harry, my parents were targeted and killed by Voldemort that very night in Godric's Hollow. When Voldemort tried to kill us, he thought he could end the both of us with one curse. He was wrong. The love our mothers had for us protected us and rebounded the curse, but we were both left with lightning-shaped scars. Mine located right over my heart.
After my parents were killed Angus took me in. He was my mothers brother. I say "was" because I remembered that he too was murdered not long before, by Lucious Malfoy. I remembered this because as my memory progressed, I realized that this was the last week of September, in our fifth year. I also remembered from the scar on my left hand from detention with Umbridge a few days before. Angus was murdered the same night Harry and Dudley were attacked by the dementors. He left behind his only daughter, Niamh. Niamh's mother Catherine died in a subway crash when Niamh was no more than 2.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by a pain from my scar. I took a mirror from my nightstand and moved the collar of my shirt. There it was. The thin lightning scar that marked my heart. Both inside and out. This scar is responsible for a connection between Me, Harry and Voldemort. I could tell when they are near, when they're in pain. I can sense what they feel and even read their thoughts. I also had visions of what was to happen in the future.
I believe that another reason for the placement of my scar is for my love for Harry and his love for me. Some have said, as we've grown, that we were destined to fall in love like we were destined to live.
I was remembering and realizing so much just sitting there, craddling my now sleeping kitten. I remembered everything from the past four years and then some. I also remembered everything that my parents had left me. My Mum's necklace and hair pin, and my fathers guitar and sketchpad. These things are the only things I had left of my parents. They're the most precious things in the world to me. Perhaps maybe with the exception of one person.