Alex was dreaming, she sure. It was over half-way through the school year, this couldn't be happening.

Alex was walking down platform 9 3/4 ignoring passers-by.
The trains whistle blew and parents were craning their necks to wave to their children.
But as much as Alex wanted to, she couldn't stop. The smoke from the steam train parted and Alex stopped walking.
Voldemort stood a metre in front of her twisting his neck. Alex panicked.
Why wasn't anyone noticing him?
Then, Alex noticed something else odd. Voldemort was wearing a muggle suit.

He lifted his wand and a green light hit Alex and she fell to the floor of the platform screaming. Still, no one noticed them. Voldemort glided along the floor towards Alex.

Suddenly the scene shifted, and Alex no longer found her on platform 9 3/4 but in an empty classroom tied by invisible ropes to a chair.

Voldemort walked around the chair once, his eyes, bright, evil, gleaming eyes, never once leaving Alex or the chair.
He stopped and stood in front of her.

Taking a short step forward, he spoke. "Alex Russo. You are surely wondering why I am in your dream?"

Alex groaned. "Not another long boring speech." She slapped her hand on her head. "All you do is talk. And kill. That's all you ever do."

Voldemort's eyes glistened with anger as he lifted his wand.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT? Give me Harry Potter and I will not hurt you!"

Alex felt her Gryffindor loyalty; braveness and courage over take her.
"Over my dead body." She spat on his robes. Voldemort raised his wand towards Alex.
"Then so be it. But first, I think some torture to see how long until you cave in. STUPID GIRL! CRUCIO!"

Alex screamed for the second time.

Someone started shaking her. She opened her eyes to see who it was. Frizzy hair, freckles, it was 'Mione!

Alex sat bolt upright breathing deeply. She noticed she was sweating and her left wrist ached.

"You alright Alex? You started shaking and whimpering like you were having a fit!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Just a bad dream. I'm going to go sit by the fire for a while. I'll be back up in half an hour." Alex muttered hopping out of her bed and heading over to the door.
She noticed the other girls in the dorm kept sleeping so they must have put a silencing dorm around their beds.

She walked downstairs and as she got to the bottom, she walked into someone coming from the boy's stairs.

"Whoa there Alex!" Alex looked up to see Harry's green eyes.
"What you doing out anyway Alex?"

Alex walked over to the couch by the fire and sat down.
"Bad dream. You?"
Harry sat next to her and he nodded and replied with a short same.

They sat in a peaceful silence for a few moments watching the fire growling lazily.

Harry spoke in a curious voice, "What was your dream Alex?"

Alex shivered, crossed her legs and sat facing Harry on the couch. She explained her dream to Harry whose eyes grew wide at the end of her story.
"What about your dream Harry?" Alex asked.
Harry waved her off; she understood that he must not want to talk about it.

Alex stated at the flames and sooner than she knew, she was in a soft sleep.

Harry noticed she was sleeping and he smiled to himself. She looked so peaceful.

He appeared calm on the outside but on the inside he was freaked out.
Although he never mentioned it, Alex's dream was familiar.
It was exactly the same as his except it was him walking towards Voldemort not Alex. But he still saw her getting interrogated by Voldemort.
What this meant he had no clue but one thing was for sure. He wasn't telling anyone except from Ron, Hermione and Alex. He wasn't even going to tell Dumbledore.

He decided to lift Alex back up to her dorm.
However just as he lifted her he noticed something on her wrist.
It was a bright red mark surround the edge of her wristband she always wore.
He slid the wristband back as he was walking up the girls stairs (Judging by the fact that he was with a girl the stairs didn't turn into a slide) and he noticed something just when he reached Hermione and Alex's dorm that made him freeze.

He let out a gasp and Hermione opened the door to see who was there.

"Harry! I've been waiting on Alex, bring her in with you?" However Harry was so shocked he couldn't move. "Harry! Are you listening to me?" Hermione was about to yell at him when she noticed that he was staring with wide eyes at Alex's wrist. She took a few steps forward to see what he was staring at. Just like Harry had done before her, she froze, almost standing as still as a statue.
"What? But tha..that's im..Impossible! It…it can't be!"

On Alex's wrist was a scar.
Not just any scar. It was so familiar to them both and every wizard who had met Harry or even heard of his story.

It was a lightning bolt.
But not just any lightning bolt,

It was exactly like his.