'Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you!'
And the dark-haired girl threw herself into his arms.
Michael looked down at her, confused.
Padma? Marrying me? Being all giggly and girly and not like Padma at all?
He noticed the Gryffindor emblem on her robes.
Parvati.
Not that that makes much more sense.
Michael felt himself being lifted to his feet.
Terry grinned at him, holding out a hand, which Michael shook, hesitantly.
Why in the name of all things is Terry's hair blue?
'Pleased to meet your acquaintance, brother.'
Michael stared at him.
Brother?
What?
For the first time, Michael noticed Padma standing next to Terry, his arm around her shoulders, holding a bundle.
She smiled at him.
'Welcome to the family, Michael.'
She passed him the blue bundle, and he looked down upon the familiar face of Anthony Goldstein.
'His name is Anthony, Michael. Terry and I would be very pleased if you would be his godfather.'
Michael stared and stared at his two grinning friends, who were gazing into each other's eyes and being all lovey-dovey.
There was a sudden sharp pain in his left foot.
Did I drop Anthony?
Terry and Padma will kill me...
'Michael?'
His eyes snapped open.
He was in the History of Magic classroom, and around him, all the other First Years were leaving, yawning and stretching as they did so.
Terry sat beside him, packing up his things.
'Terry? Oh thank goodness! Couldn't you have woken me up earlier?'
'It would have been futile; you would simply have fallen asleep again immediately.'
Michael shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the images from his dream.
'Binns didn't notice, did he?'
Terry stood, having packed up his books, parchment, ink and quills.
'Of course not. But he will if you can't convince myself or Padma or Anthony to lend you our notes.'
Michael groaned.
'How can you three stay awake?'
I wish I could have stayed awake...
They slipped out the door.
A worried-looking Padma stood in the corridor, waiting for them.
'Terry, Michael, is Anthony upset at me?'
'No.'
'What gave you that idea, Padma?'
'Well, Michael, when I sat down next to him in class, he went all red. And then when I tried to talk to him when everyone was leaving for lunch, he sort of ignored me and ran away...and now I feel really bad, because what if I did offend him? He seemed really uncomfortable, and-'
Terry interrupted her.
'-You haven't upset him, Padma. Don't worry about it.'
'But Terry-'
'-You haven't done anything. He's not upset. Now, I don't know about you, but I would really like some lunch...'
Michael trailed after his friends on the way to the Great Hall, shaking his head, trying to clear his mind.
Parvati hugging him...Terry with blue hair...Padma and Terry being married...Anthony the baby...Anthony as Terry and Padma's son...Anthony his godson...Terry and Padma being all mushy...Anthony blushing and avoiding Padma...
At least it was all a dream.
Wait!
Anthony blushing and avoiding Padma...
Merlin's beard!
Anthony fancied Padma!
Michael slumped down at the Ravenclaw Table, head reeling.
Anthony fancied Padma...
Unbidden, the image of baby Anthony came to the forefront of his mind.
'...Terry and I would be very pleased if you would be his godfather...'
Michael fell forward into a platter of sandwiches before him.
'That's not the most efficient way to eat sandwiches, Michael.'
'Are you alright?'
He groaned.
'No.'