Chapter 4: Dreams

Kit fell into her bed with a tired groan. She was irritated with her roomies already. And it was only the first day. "Shit…" She gulped her potion down and closed her eyes. Maybe her dreams would be better than her life with the Giggle Twins, and little Miss Know-it-all.

…Never mind, it would be, even if she dreamt of the seventh level of hell…

Kit sank into her dream, and, it rather felt like she was watching the preview for a movie. Except there wasn't a rating…or popcorn…or soda…how sad…

She was in the woods. Surrounded by trees and the soothing sound of a river. Somehow the river managed to be soothing even as it terrified Kit, for some unknown reason.

She looked around, confused and slightly bewildered; she was alone, for some reason.

It was only then that the real Kit realized that the woman in the dream was her as a fifteen year old.

She closed her eyes and tried to listen, hoping that she would hear something, though maybe the opposite is true. She smiled when she heard light footsteps, and she turned to greet the man who had appeared from the tree line.

He was, according to his birth certificate, eighteen years old. Though, physically, he appeared to be about twenty five. He was tall, taller than her five feet five inches by more than a foot. And he had short black hair and brown eyes.

Real Kit got the impression that he wasn't the kind of person who would take any kind of crap lying down, but she also felt that he was rarely without a laugh or a joke of some kind.

"You shouldn't creep," Older Kit said mockingly, "I may think that you are here to corrupt me."

"Corrupt you?" He asked; his easy grin lighting up his features, "I told my dad that you were corrupting my innocence."

"Really," Kit scoffed, "Like you had any innocence left for me to corrupt."

"You wound me," He replied, "Just because I'm older than you…"

"…Means that you are hardly innocent."

"But you aren't either,"

"I'm more innocent than you are…"

"…Didn't your mother try to get the Pope to exorcise you?"

"…That's not the point…"

"And…when he said no, she went to a Christian pastor."

"…Idiot, we're not talking about this anymore."

"And, when HE said no, she went to a Rabbi, hoping he would help."

"…"

"And when THEY said no, she went to a Mosque to ask for help."

"…I'm not evil, and I'm not possessed."

"But still…"

"It's all Kyla's fault."

"Of course…"

"If she had just done what she was supposed to…"

"Naturally,"

"Then the stupid thing wouldn't have exploded…"

"Never,"

"And I wouldn't have bought Mandi a necklace…"

"No, you wouldn't have,"

"And I wouldn't have told my mum that she was my new best friend."

"You mean you don't like her?"

"NO!" Older Kit glowered at the man.

Real Kit blinked but smiled never the less; she was beginning to like this guy. Though she still didn't know his name.

And then the dreamscape began to waver, and Kit was thrown back into her body. She swore softly, looked at her clock, and dragged herself over to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even as she planned for the same potion to be given to everyone in the school for the following week.

If Lavender, Pavarti, and Hermione were awake they would have shuddered at the evil smile that crossed Kit's features.

Daphne Greengrass calmly, coldly, glided to her dorm room that she shared with Tracy Davis, Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bulstrode. She gracefully climbed into her bed and closed the curtains, before she drank the potion, and fell asleep.

As a Slytherin, and a Greengrass, she was expected to do everything gracefully and elegantly. Even climb into her bed. It was, for lack of a better word, ridiculous.

As she drank her Potion she hoped that she wouldn't get stuck with a stupid man who would expect her to be the perfect little wife.

As she sank into her dreams she noticed that it was like falling into a Penseive.

An older Daphne Greengrass, wearing a light blue sun dress, walked into a large room with a warm smile on her face. She was beautiful, long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She didn't look a thing like the eleven year old Daphne.

She calmly walked down the hall and into a large room, where a man with light brown hair was sitting. He looked troubled.

"Deep thoughts?" Daphne asked.

"Always," He replied as a gentle smile danced across his features.

Real Daphne couldn't believe that she had fallen for a man like this one, he was dingy looking.

"You really shouldn't…I know how hard that is for you," Daphne said with a teasing laugh.

The man looked startled slightly, "Kit has been rubbing off on you."

"We've only been friends since we were eleven, how could that have ever happened?" Daphne asked sarcastically.

He gave her a fond smile, "We'll have to have Kit and her mutt over for dinner some time."

"I have to go back to school," Daphne said drily.

"…must you…" He looked despondent, "I miss you when you are gone."

"As you should," Daphne replied, "But I still have to leave."

"I notice you no longer take offense to calling Kit's other a Mutt."

"A leopard doesn't change his spots," Daphne scoffed, "And I'm sure he calls you much worse."

"You know he does," He replied.

"You probably deserve it," Daphne said easily as she sat smoothly on his lap.

"Hey…" And then he grinned, "I resemble that remark."

Daphne gave a deep sigh, "Yes dear,"

Real Daphne was amazed at how patient she had become with this guy, maybe he hypnotized her.

Older Daphne stood smoothly and began to walk out of the room. "I have to go to Diagon Alley, later."

The man laughed and went back to his work.

Real Daphne woke with a small sigh, never loud, and she prepared to get ready for the day.

As she ghosted past Tracy Davis, a small smirk crossed her face as she thought about the prank that they were about to pull. She hoped that it would knock some sense into her roommates.

Sally-Anne Perks bounced into the room that she shared with Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, and Rose Matthews. She jumped into her bed and took her potion that Kyla supplied for her, and she fell asleep.

Sally rather felt like she was falling through a rainbow, and then she was stuck firmly in her dream.

Older Sally-Anne stopped in front of a man and placed her hands on her hips. "Kyla," She said, "Is recruiting Kit to help murder you."

The man leaned back and smirked up at her, "She won't do it," His green eyes were bright with mirth. "She likes me,"

"She tolerates you," Sally replied drily.

"What do you mean," He asked, "She adores me."

"Right," Sally said blandly. "What are we having for food?"

"Where did you learn English?" He asked absently.

"I shall have you know, my good man," Sally replied in her most posh voice, "That I learned the Queen's English from one of the most elite Boarding Schools in all of Europe." She was silent momentarily, "So there," And then she stuck her tongue out.

"Very nice," He said, "Very mature,"

Sally grinned and proceeded to look over his shoulder at the meal he was cooking.

Real Sally noticed that the man had pointed ears, and she realized that he wasn't human. That sort of bothered her, but not as much as it should have.

"Tell me, my beloved," The man said with a slight smile, "Do you only love me because I cook for you?"

"Naturally," Sally replied, "Is there another reason to love?" Her eyes were sparkling with mirth.

"I knew it," He said, "They told me that you didn't really love me."

"You shouldn't listen to people named "They". You'll end up doing something stupid." Sally said absently.

"…Kit and Kyla have been a bad influence on you…"

"Have they?" Sally asked as she ate her breakfast.

"Yes they have," He replied, "Kit is rude and nasty, and Kyla is a smart ass. Why don't you have normal friends?"

"I like my abnormal friends," Sally said sharply, "Back off,"

Real Sally frowned, while she wasn't really close to Kit, Kyla, and Daphne yet, apparently she would be. And she wondered why he didn't understand that.

He sighed and went back to the stove. "There are plenty of other people who would be your friend. You don't have to put up with them…"

Sally rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'll see you later," She smirked, "I have to meet my friends in Diagon Alley." She then walked out the front door, and left.

Sally woke with a small frown dancing across her face. She stood up and walked to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead. She hoped that it would be better than yesterday was.

As she thought about the potion she smiled. Maybe her friends would be lucky enough to have a soul mate. With that last thought she bounced into the girl's bathroom to prepare for her day.

Kyla was the last to fall asleep that night. She had to finish her homework, especially since her roommates had told her that she must not be Ravenclaw material since she hated her homework.

She finally downed her Potion, and fell asleep. She seemed to fall through a mirror, which was odd in and of itself, and then she found herself in the Hogwarts Library.

"Oh honestly," Older Kyla was glaring at an older teen male that was grinning up at her with a cheeky smile. He had black hair and blue eyes, and looked like he was trouble. "Can you do anything without getting hurt?"

"Yes," He replied, "I can do lots of things, but you don't want to."

"Prat," Kyla snapped with a bright red blush.

"You know you love me," He said easily.

"And you're lucky," Kyla said smartly, "If Kit knew how you were talking to me…"

"She'd kill me," He said, "Yes you've mentioned that a couple of hundred times."

"Jerk," Kyla muttered as she took a seat next to him.

Real Kyla noticed that he was a Gryffindor, and she wondered if Kit knew him, and then she decided not to ask, since Kit would probably kill him.

"Anyway, Kyla," He said, "Do you know how many girls have asked me out this week?"

"More than should have?"

"Yes," He said, "You need to do something."

"Like…?"

"Stake your claim on me,"

"You know you're mine,"

"But they don't,"

"So get a tattoo,"

"…Meany…"

"I'm trying to study,"

"You actually study?"

"Yes, people do that in the library." Kyla muttered.

"Really, imagine that." He muttered and then he fell silent, just to watch her.

Kyla smiled. He was sarcastic, like Kit, but in a nice way, unlike Kit.

"You're beautiful," He said suddenly.

Kyla's eyes flew up and she stared at him, "You're a moron. You can't just out and say that."

"Why not, it's true."

"I thought we agreed to keep our relationship quiet," Kyla said.

"You agreed," He said, "I kept silent to keep you happy."

Kyla rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

Real Kyla opened her eyes as the dream faded away. She got up and walked to the bathroom and got ready for the day. She had a lot of potion to make over the next day.