Harry Potter Fan

May 1: The woods were dark and the sky was barely visable through the leaves of the trees. Even the sky that was shown wasn`t very bright. The clouds were think this night and no stars nor the moon shone. The air was still and all was silent. The air was chilly and my breath came out in white puffs. I had jeans and an old grey hoodie. Thick mist swirled over the ground and my breath was loud in my ears.

I heard whispering. I kept stopping and turning around quickly. I felt... rushed. As if I were missing something important. I turned and ran, carefully weaving my way through the huge tree trunks. Within a minute I came to a small clearing. I stumbled to the center and fear filled my stomach. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and crossed my arms, trying to get warm. I turned around and the whispering stopped. I turned again and that`s when I saw it.

It was a dark hooded figure, its robes long and swirling. The edges seemes to disolve into smoke, but I couldn`t be sure. A silver gleam shone out from the hood and I stumbled backwards, away from it.

"Come here." I heard faintly, although I didn`t see the figure`s mouth move. I could just barely make out ihis mouth through the dark shadows that covered its face. The voice was definatly male, and I could tell that it was coming from the smoky figure.

"What are you?" I asked. My voice sounded too loud in the dense silence that filled the trees. My breathing had quickened.

"Why, I`m your dream, of course." I heard it sooth. Even though I didn`t trust the figure and wanted to run from it, my feet stepped toward it with a quick longing. When I was only a foot from the thing, it reached out it`s hand. To my surprise it was human.

I fell into its arms at once, my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear. "At last, my dear. I`ve waited a long time for you." It bent his head down to kiss me, but I pulled away, finally able to take control of my body.

"No!" Leave." I shouted. The loud sound of my voice almost hurt my ears, but I stood my ground. Instantly the figure changed. Now Aiden stood there, his crooked smile on  his face.

"AIden." I sighed, running to him. He chuckled and hugged me close to him.

"Hello, love." He whispered. He leaned down and kissed me. This was Aiden, and I loved him, so I wrapped my arms over his shoulders. The kiss depened and I pulled away slightly to catch my breath. He kissed me again and I felt the rough bark of a tree on my back.

At last." The voice was a hiss. It wasn`t Aiden`s. I screamed.

That was all I remembered of last night`s dream. I sat cross-legged on my bed, breathing deeply. My eyes were a worried purple, but I didn`t notice. My mother had gotten up exactly at six, and had demanded to know what was wrong. She means to be motherly, but that`s not how her actions and words come out. I told her I had been having dreams but she wanted more. I told her about my dream, skipping over the details. She had been brishing her hair as I was talking to her, so I don`t think she would have rremembered details anyway.

"Honey, I`m going to take you to a doctor. You`ve had way to many dreams lately." She had said. Her words had been slightly messed up because she had bobbu pins in her mouth, trying to perfect her simple pony tail.

Great, Mom. Send me to a shrink.

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Dr. Green was actually really nice. He didn`t talk to me like I was crazy or anything. He acted normal. I told him about my dream, like all shrinks did.

"So, could you feel things very well in the dream?" He asked, looking up from his clipboard.

"Yes." I answered softly. My voice had changed slightly from after giving him a very descriptive run-down over my dream.

"Could you control yourself well? Your voice? Reactions?" He asked, scribbling something else.

"I could do everything fine. Nothing was odd except the figures and what happened." Of course Dr. Green didn`t know anything more than the figures. I obviously didn`t tell him about Death Eaters, which is what I thoughts the hodded figure was. My father had been someone that killed Death Eaters.

Dr. Green nodded, stil writing. "Of course." He mumbled.

"I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, snuggling down into the large chair.

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This is really good! BUMP!

May 12I stood in a large plaza. It was someplace I had never been before, but it seemed familiar. The ground was paved in a tan stone and the surrounding buildings were much the same. I stood unmoving for what seemed like hours. Without turning around I knew that there was a clack behind me. In dreams, you just know things. After a while, I moved forward. It was dusk, and she sun had just set.

I walked up to a large cafe. It was loud, but soft and comforting. I weaved my way between people and chairs or tables. I stopped at a table in the back and sat down. I knew the figure sitting there, but I hadn`t seen it in a while.

"I`ve been waiting for you. Where have you been?" He asked. Nate looked up at me with his dark eyes.

"I--I was busy." I said clumsily. I sat down, suddenly a little shaky. "I`m sorry." This was one of those dreams where you know soemthing bad is going to happen, but you can`t change anything, or even control your dream self.

"Sure you were." Nate reached out and took my dream-hand. And the strange thing was that I didn`t move away.

"I was." I protested.

Dream-Nate just smiled and nodded. "Come with me." He whispered. I stood and walked with him, and we made our way back out of the cafe.

"Where are we going?" I asked, looking around. It had gotten darker, but Nate couldn`t be bothered. And why should he? He was a vampire.

"Somewhere special." Was all he said. Dream-Nate led Dream-Me into a dark alley way, and I knew that this was wrong. That I shouldn`t be there, but I couldn`t do anything about it.

Nate turned to me. "At last." It hissed. Suddenly, it wasn`t Nate anymore. It was a figure filled with shadows. Once again, I screamed.

This is interesting.  More please...? =]

This is extremely intruiging... I love how it's centered around your dreams... BUMPY!

Stacey`s dreams, not mine. I don`t know what I would do if I started having dreams about someone leading me into dark places and hissing "At last" in my ear! I would so freak out!

Haha I know... but I meant Stacey... because in a way you are Stacey.  Do you get what I'm trying to say here?

Lol. I gets it! I was trying to be funny.  :P

May 17 I felt the cool, musty air on my skin. I had been here before, only I was awake that time. The room was dark, and I could tell tha it was large and empty because my footsteps echoed in the room. I don`t know how I knew it was a room, I just did.

I came upon a wall, finally, but it wasn`t a wall. I looked up and to the sides. It was the Mirror of Erised. I shook my head and looked to the floor quickly. The last time I looked in the mirror I saw Aiden and myself. Lavy found me then, but I knew that she wouldn`t find me now. My dream self looked up to the mirror. Aparently this would be one of the dreams where I wouldn`t have control of myself.

In the mirror, I saw myself, standing exactly where I was. Beside me, a figure formed. I didn`t see his face, and I knew it was male.

"Stacey." He breathed. "We`ve been waiting for you."

I tore my eyes from the mirror, but the figure was still behind me. "What do you want?" I asked.

I could feel the figure smiling. "We just want you. Take me hand, and you can have everything you`ve ever wanted, and everything you will ever need." It held out a hand. A human hand, not some evil thing.

I extended my hand out, and my fingers almost touched his. But I froze.

"Take my hand." The voice asked.

"I already have everything I`ve ever wanted and everything I`ll ever need. His name is Aiden Gray." With that I lifted my hand towards the figure and pure energy exploded from my palm.

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I love it!

Because what I write is oh-so-captivating. Not.

"And then what happened?" Dr. Green asked.

"I woke up. Again. okay?" I exclaimed. I pushed back my hair with my hand, and glared at the floor, agrivated tears in my eyes. I had been sitting in the oversized chair for over an hour explaining my last two dreams.

Dr. Green sighed. "Miss Black, we`re not getting anywhere.

"Mrs. Gray." I mumbled, and not for the first time. And of course we weren`t getting anywhere. I couldn`t exactly tell this shrink that there`s a land of witches and wizards right under his nose. Then I`d be put into a loony bin.

"Your records say that you are Miss Black, so that is what I shall call you." He replied calmly. Again.

I sighed heavily and blinked quickly a few times. These dreams were really making me mad. They woke me up numerous times a night, and they left me stressed. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Well, I think we`ll have to take a sleep test for you, Miss Black. We`re going to have you stay here soon so we can monitor your sleeping habits."

With that I stood up, grabbing my jacket.

"Miss Black?" I could hear Dr. Green following me.

"Good day, doctor, but I won`t be staying here tonight, or any other." I wasn`t about to have a stupid shrink tell me that I had a disorder, and who knew what I said in my sleep?

"Stacey Black!" Carrie yelled after me. "You come back here right now!"

"No!" I yelled back. I had a backpack slung over my shoulder and another I was holding. "I am not Stacey Black anymore, and you can`t tell me what to do. I am Stacey Gray and you have no control over me. I am married, mom." My eyes were bright red and my hands burned with the fire that wanted to explode out of them.

I made my way to the garage, slamming the door as I did so. I got into my own red Volvo and sped out of the driveway and down the street. I turned the radio on and cranked it up as loud as it would go, hoping that I could drown out my own thoughts. A song was on that I had never heard before.


How well this song seemed to fit her right now. Her mother had brought her down until she was at her personal bottom. She was driving away right now because she wanted to get away from that. She didn`t like to say it, but she hated her mom.

Stacey slowed down, realizing that she was going almost thirty over the speed limit. Oh well, she hadn`t been caught yet. This song was a perfect example, now that she thought about it.  It seemed to fit just so exact to the way she felt, to what she had been holding back for so long.

Her stomach was completely empty, not of food, no, she was full when it came to food. She missed Aiden. As soon as she and Aiden had come back, her mother had taken her away.

I shook my head. I didn`t know where I was going, I had been in too much of a hurry to think too much. With a sigh, I slowed down and began to take note of my surroundings. I was driving in a smaller town. I passed and antique mall, a gas station, then houses. There weren`t very many streets leading off from this one, and they were all small.

My car was probably by far the best one in this town. Most of them were rusted trucks. With another sigh and a roll of my eyes i pushed the gas pedal down gently. I sped on until I finally came upon a hotel.

"Finally." I murmured. I pulled into the lot and picked up my purse. Walking inside, I was hit with the air conditioning. I shivered and walked up to the desk.

"Hello, welcome to Maylin Hotel." The clerk greeted with a sickening smile. Obviously this lady had been here a while. She had blonde hair (that was obviously not her natural color) and long red nails. She looked expectantly at me.

"Uh, yes. One suite. Just tonight. Stacey Gray." I took out my liscence and a credit card and handed them both to her.

She took them and ran the credit card through a machine and checked my ID. She nodded when she realized that I was who I said I was.

I just barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

"Here you are, room 217." She handed me my card, ID, and a room key. I mumbled my thanks and went back outside. Grabbing my two bags, I sulked towards my room.

When I got there, I floped on the large bed, dropping my things on the floor. I sighed heavily. I was aware that my eyes were a depressed grey and my stomach was rumbling. Not with hunger, but with anxiety. I knew that Aiden would be feeling the exact same way as i way rigth now, and his eyes were probably black.

"This is the last time I`ll be forced away from you, my moon. I promise you." I whispered to the ceiling.

Wow! I really like this story! It's so good! Please continue when you have the chance!

I have no idea what I`m doing with it now!

I really like it!
I hope you write more.

Maybe it could be about your struggle to get back to Aiden...

What struggle? She could blow anything up if it got in her way. Her biggest problem would be speed, and she could even transport. Grr. It has to sound like something she would do....

Well maybe you could think of something that she couldn't do... like maybe she gets stuck in the muggle world?

I don't know I'm not having a lot of good ideas.....

The sky was dark, and everything was black. I walked through the trees, towards the edge and the school. I was anxious, and I knew that something was waiting for me near the lake. Getting impatient with my own slow pace, I changed to my snow leopard form and dashed towards the lake. My eyes were locked as blue here, but I know that they wanted to be green.

I ran and ran until I hit the edge of the trees. Breathing heavily, I walked towards the black water, looking around me. There wasn`t anyone there, like I felt there should be. I suddenly felt extreme disappointment.

I woke up with a start, breathing heavily. It took me a minute to remember that I was in a hotel. I looked around and turned the light on. I sighed and put my hea don my hand. The dreams. Where were they coming from, and who could I tell? I wasn not going to to Dr. Green again, and I wanted someone to understand the whole deal with magic. I couldn`t very well tell Dr. Green about Hogwarts; Muggles can`t even see the school.

I sighed again and slipped out of the large bed. I knew I wasn`t going to go back to sleep, so I started to gather my things. I had to get back, and soon.

I love it! It's so good!  I wonder where she's going?  I bet she's going to go and tell Aiden everything...

We`ll see.......

Mmhm this is great!
I can't wait until the next part.

I had planned to get moving again the next day, but I couldn`t. I couldn`t help it. I was exhausted. Finally I fell asleep on the hotel bed, on top of the covers, not under them. All of my things were packed and ready to go. but I needed sleep.

It had always amazed me how Aiden could operate on such little sleep. I had learned to live without a couple hours, for his sake, but I still needed about twice as much sleep as him.

As I slept, I dreamed, as I knew I would....

I was standing alone in a large feild. The moon was shining brightly despite being just a crecent. I looked around myself wearily. The grass was tall, and probably golden during the daylight hours. A forest started in the near distance; it didn`t look near as threatening, though, as the Forbidden Forest that I had gotten to know so well.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I never remembered it later, but I couldn`t tell what my eyecolor was in my dreams. This made me slightly uncomfortable as I looked around again, but there wasn`t anything I could do. I shifted my weight back and forth a few times, scanning all around me. The grass was too tall to see anything that might be hiding there, but there wasn`t anything I could do about that, either.

"Stacey." A voice sighed, making me jump. I jerked around clumsily. Aparantly this was one of those dreams that I had absolutely no control over myself or anything else.

"Nate?" Dream-Stacey asked, my eyes widening.

Nate smiled and walked towards me, holding his arms out. Now, I knew that I would have never done this, but I had no control. I walked up to Nate and wrapped my arms around his waiste, resting my head on his chest.

"Oh, Nate. Where`ve you been? I missed you." Dream-me sighed lightly. I shuddered

"I was waiting for you, sweetheart." Nate explained, running his fingers through my hair.

I grinned. "Well, I`m here now." I reminded him.

That wasn`t right, and my conscious self knew that. I tried to pull myself from the dream, and I tossed and turned. But I couldn`t do anything; i had no control.

Still great.
Can't wait for more.

Oh I like it! Is Dream-Stacey cheating?? Scandalous! XD

Bump!

((NO SHE IS NOT CHEATING!))

We were laying down in the grass, Nate and Dream-Me. We`d been talking for a while with our hands entwined. We didn`t talk about anything except flavors of gum. I guess it was a dream after all; they never usually make sense, anyway, and it`s when they do that you need to worry.

Nate rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, reminding my conscious self painfully of Aiden. My dream self didn`t notice.

"So, sweetheart..." Nate said, leaning over me, his face close to mine. This made me squirm. Me, not Stupid Stacey. No. Dream-Stacey just looked up into Nate`s eyes slowly. Her breath caught in her throught as he leaned down closer to me. I felt one of his hands caress my side, but I soon forgot because his lips covered mine...

"NO!" I yelled, sitting upright in the too-comfortable bed. I was breathing heavily, one hand pressed to my chest as if that would stop the horrible ripping and burning sensation that was happening there. I fell back onto the bed, flinging my arms over my eyes.

"What am I going to do?" I whispered to myself out loud. The dream had scared me. I had dreamt of Nate, but the strong feelings I had were more than obviously for Aiden. My husband. I remembered our wedding and had to smile. I slwoly took my arm from my eyes and sat up again. I looked around tiredly, trying to see something that would help me sleep. I did some quick math in my head, and realized that it would be three days at the soonest that I would see Aiden again.

Feeling defeated and more tired than before, I got up and stuffed my feet into my shoes. The digital clock on the nightstand said that it was two-thirety in the morning. I groaned and grabbed my purse and key card. The lights from the hallway were shining bright when I stepped outside my room, then utter blackness surrounded me as I came outside the hotel. The only light came from a lamppost about two hundred yards away and from the faint glow of stores` lights in the distance. I rolled my eyes to myself and jogged to my car. Most people would be afraid of such blackness in a secluded area at a time like this, but I wasn`t. I had over ten knives on me at the moment. They were the ones that should be afraid.

I plopped into my red Porsch and flicked it on. The purr of the engine calmed me slightly as I turned the heat on. It was a little chilly and the water marks on my windshield told me that it had been raining. Irritated that something had marked my car, even if it was just water, I turned the windsheild wipers on until the marks went away.

I stopped at the closest convenience store and stepped inside. I shivered; they kept stores way to cold here. I noticed that I was still wearing the clothes that I had been wearing when I left my house yesterday. Old flared jeans and a dark green tee shirt that told everybody that I had been to Ted`s Tavern in blocky white letters. Ted was a friend of my moms, and he owned a bar. I`d met him shortly before I`d met Aiden. I smiled to myself as I did it again; everything now was either before Aiden or after Aiden.

I wandered towards the back of the store where they kept medicine. I walked past a few shelves without giving them a second glance and stopped in front of the sleeping medicines. I turned on my heel to face them, chewing the inside of my cheek. These wouldn`t be very strong, otherwise they would be behind the counter. I grabbed the one that I thought would work the best and took it to the little counter, handing it to the lady behind it.

"ID, please?" She asked, turning her pretty blue eyes to me. I gave her a small smile and handed her my driver`s liscence. I was only seventeen, but I had a strong medical record. I had to have something to explain all of tmy faint scars. I knew that the girl wouldn`t like giving me the meds, being under the legal age, so I handed her my medical card, too. She gave me a greatfull smile and scanned it, giving me both cards back.

"Here you go, Mrs. Gray." She smiled politely and handed me a plastic bag with the pills in it. The look in her eyes told me that she thought I was too young to be married. Well, she could join the croud, because I didn`t care what she or anyone else thought.

((Sorry. All the computers I use won`t let me type after I use so much room. And I have, like.... then next four parts written already. This one isn`t done yet. But you have to wait. Haha.))

I really like it. It's fun to read.
Can't wait for the rest!

This is a really great story! I love it!!
Bump!

I locked my black eyes on hers, but smiled. "Thank you, Sam." I replied. I could read her nametag just as easily as a four year old could, and she didn`t like the face that /i called her by her name. I liked the fact that she, not I, looked away first.

I know it was silly to play the dominance game of animals with a human, and a Muggle at that. The girl, who couldn`t be over twenty-five, couldn`t know that when she looked away that she basically said I was more dominant that her. But I had been raised by a wolf Animagus and a very dominant mother. I was also a snow leopard Animagus that had raised wolves from their birth. I had to play to game. And I was tired and felt worse than anyone should ever have to.

((This is where I meant to stop last time.))

I love it! You fight that grocery girl with your mind games! GO STACEY!!

Haha bumpy!!

Jeez.

I have the next.... four parts written, but you have to wait for them. Muahahaha!

Aww
But I still like it, and its very fun to read!
BUMP!

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Back at the hotel, I read the back of the box quickly. According to my age and weight, I had to take two of the oval blue pills. I popped three out of the package and filled a small glass with water from the sink. No, I was not going to overdose myself. I had learned the hard way that I had to take an extra helping to Muggle medicines.

I`m not sure why, but I`m pretty sure that it`s because of how many time I`ve absorbed the powers of imortals. Hanging around vampires had already made my skin a few degrees cooler to the touch, who knows what else it has done?

I quickly swallowed the three capsuls and sighed. They should kick in soon, but not soon enough for me.

I made my way back to the bed and crawled under the blankets, still in my clothes. I had just barely remembered to kick off my shoes when I finally made it back to my room. More exhausted than ever, I sank once more into solid blackness. I welcomed the blanket of sleep, and the last thing I saw before closing my eyes was the white speckled ceiling of the bland hotel room.

I dreamed again, but this one was different. Not only was I feeling calm and relaxed, but I also knew that nothing bad would happen in this dream.

I was seeing this dream from my own point of veiw-- from my own body-- but I also saw it as if I was standing a few feet away. There isn`t a better way to explain it, but you would know what I meant if you had dreamt this way.

I was lying across a fainting couch, and Aiden`s arms were wrapped around me. Just the image of that made me swallow hard to hold back tears. I didn`t want to disturb this almost perfect moment.

Aiden`s arms were wrapped carefully but protectively around me, like he never wanted to let me go but was afraid of waking me up. I was asleep. There was no Dream-Stacey involved. His eyes were closed, but I could tell that he wasn`t really asleep. His breath was hitting my cheek every time he exhaled, and it was coming just a little too fast for him to be sleeping. Our fingers were interlocked together, and we both had tiny smiles.

Aiden just seemed so real, so there, that I knew, somewhere, he was having this same exact dream. Knowing this, I lsqueezed his hands and tilted my head up until his lips touched my temple.

"I love you, my moon." I whispered to him. I felt him smile and kiss my hair.

"I love you, too. More than you know." He replied, resting his cheek against my head. He always said that, even though he knew that I did know.

Carefully, I turned around in his arms until I was hugging him tightly, and he squeezed me in return. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to bury my face in his chest.

I woke up with my own arms clutched around myself and my face in my pillow. Tears were stinging my eyes as I sat up.

That dream had felt so real. Nothing remotely bad had happened either, but I felt myself crying all the same. I had felt him, had smelled him. Now that I was awake, I couldn`t stand it. This one, simple dream had left me more broken than the others, all because it was over.

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Awesome as always.  It gets better everytime you write a new chapter!

I agree! This story gets better every time I read it!!

Why is she crying? Is it because she's happy, or sad that the dream is over?

BUMPY!

((She`s sad because the dream is over. Okay, I have most of the story written, and I have a plan for it. If ANYTHING gets confusing, let me know, because I like my people to understand what I`m writting. Tell me how you like it!))

I cried silently for probably fifteen minutes before I looked at the clock. It told me that it was almost nine in the morning. I was able to pll myself out of bed and wash up a little bit, but I didn`t have the energy to change my clothes.

I thought briefly about the breakfast that the hotel offered, but my stomach rolled and I dismissed the idea rather quickly.

I checked out and had my things packed into the car and I had just pulled up to the first intersection when I realized that I wasn`t going straight home. There were two small things that I had to do first.

First of all, I stopped at the same store that I had gone to last night. I came back to the car seven minutes later and with as much white chocolate that thirty dollars could buy me. The second litle trip would take a litte longer, but I would rather spend a couple hours on this than having a few more nights of horrible dreams and no sleep. It was about one o`clock when I pulled into the small parking lot and walked into the tidy brick building. I walked in and up to the lady behind the desk and introduced myself.

"Uh, I`m Stacey Gray and I have an appointment with Dr. Green in ten minutes."


((Oooh. Shocker. This was where I meant to stop last time. I should make you wait, but I don`t want to. I have a better place to stop and leave you hanging.))

Awesome!
Can't wait for more.

"Hello, Mrs. Gray." Dr. Green greted me as he walked into the litle office and sank into a large chair. Good, he had decided to call me by my legal name. I know why he hadn`t before, though. My mother signed the check that paid the man, and she had all but refused to aknowledge that I had gotten married.

I guess my little outburst from last time had left him convinced.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Green." I replied as politely as I could. I didn`t like this doctor, but he could help me.

"Ah, good day to you, Stacey. You did miss your last appointment." He pointed out casually. Yep. He was a shrink all right. But I could play card just as well as he could.

"Yes, I`m very sorry about that. I had some personnal issues and didn`t feel fit to go out in public." I made my eyes large and looked down at my hands like I was ashamed. The few years I had spent acting had taught me a lot. I allowed myself to sag in my compy chair and yawn really big for him. Hey, at last that part wasn`t acting.

The doctor nodded, looking down at his stupid little clipboard and scribbling a fe things. Why did doctors always have such bad handwritting?

"I see. Can you tell me about these issues." Poor guy. He thought he was using reverse crap on me. Well, I suppose he was trained.

I sighed. Somehow it managed to sound dramatic, yet tired. "You see, I`ve been having a horrible time trying to sleep these past couple weeks. I bet I haven`t slept a whole night through for almost a month." I sounded exhausted, but I was truely tired, so I didn`t feel quite so bad about doing this.

"Hmm. Would you feel beter if I gave you a prescription to help with that?" He asked in the worried tone of a doctor, but I could see right through him. He was genuinally worried for me, he was just doing his job. He didn`t even seem to enjoy it.

Maybe it was just because I was his patient?

"Oh, could you do that?" I asked, sitting up and wrinkling by brow. I could look very pathetic at time, and it came in handy. My black eyes wouldn`t help the picture of innocence, but I could change them just yet. "That would just be wonderful." If Leah, Nate, or Aiden could hear me now, I`m sure all of them would be laughing. I neve acted to sugared up to anyone. I blew fire at them, but  couldn`t do that just now. It`s a good thing that Dr. Green didn`t know me very well.

Dr. Green appeared to contemplate his offer, but I could tell that he had done this many times before and he already knew what he was going to do. It was all in his eyes.

"Here, take this," He scribbled on another little piece of paper and handed it to me, "to a drug store and have them fill it. Take two-hundred millograms before you go to bed." He explained as he stood up, dismissing me.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Green. I appreciate your time."

"You`re very welcome, Mrs. Gray." Dr. Green said, leading me towards the door. Only while I faced him was my smile sweet. As soon as I turned away from him, howeve, it turned to an evil grin.

It was nighttime again. After leaving Dr. Green`s office and filling the prescription, I had jumped itno my car and sped in the direction of the hidden Hogsmead. My plan was to make my way into a city close to the Ministry, find a wizard bar, and transprts back into Hogsmead.

I knew that it would work because the Ministry didn`t know about transporting, and if they did, they couldn`t detect it. Only elementalists can transport. I don`t know why, it just is. That`s the way Albus discovered it.

I checked into another hotel and made my way up to my room. I might see Aiden as soon as tomorrow might. Maybe. I wouldn`t have even stopped if I hadn`t realized how tired I was.

Sighing heavily I set my bag on the floor and my purse on a small table. This room had two chocolate brown walls and two creamy colored ones. The comforter on the large bed was tan with brown swirls. Flopping over the bed, I flicked the television on. I searched through the stations, found that nothing of interest was on, and settled for an interior decoration program.

I hadn`t been laying on that bed for ten minutes when I heard a small knock on my door. I just groaned in response. My feet and legs hurt from driving so much. I had also put the "Do Not Distrub" sign on the outside handle. I wanted to suffer an silence, not talk about it. Plus, my television should be able to be heard from the hall. Everything echoed, after all.

The knock was repeated, but louder and more persistent. With another sigh I heaved myself off of the bed and towards the door. I opened it without looking through the little peep hole. I still had knives on me. Although I probably should have changed clothes this morning.

I gasped quietly, then groaned again.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked, obviously not pleased. James stood in the doorway, one foot inside my room so I couldn`t close the door in his face.

He smiled carefully; only I would have noticed the tightness in his dark eyes. "Come, now, why isn`t it that my daughter isn`t happy to see me?" He asked, rubbing his chin. He looked tired, too, like he had been drivin all day.

"Maybe it`s because I`m trying to go home but people keep interrupting." I tapped the "Do Not Disturb" sign. My eyes were still their darkest black, so deep that there was no way to tell the difference between iris and pupil.

My father grinned. "Well, your mother is angry, and I was worried about you. I`m here because I want you to get home safely."

I shook my head. "My home is different now, Dad." I said softly, and not for the first time. "My place is with Aiden. You should know that more than Mom." I sneered. My dad had a soft spot for me and Aiden, and we both knew it. I wasn`t going to make any excuses for him tonight. I knew very well that my mother had probably yelled at my father until he agreed to find me. Next time, I would stay in a motel. Motels didn`t need credit cars, so there was no way to find out where I was.

James clenched his jaw for a moment, then sighed. "Okay. Can I at least come in where we can talk in privacy?" He locked his eyes on mine, playing his dominance games like the wolf he was.

I didn`t look away. I refused to. I was not one of his wolf pups that he had to take care of and keep out of trouble. To his credit, though, he had put me in a hard spot. I either welcomed him into my territory, or not let him in and risk friction. Ugh. I hated having to think like a wolf, even if my original Animagus was a wolf.

"Of course. Welcome to my room." My voice was sarcastic. So was my gesture of stepping back and waving my arm out. But my eyes never left his. He would be in my territory, where I had the upper hand. I was in no mood for compromise.

James settled into an empty chair and ran his fingers through his brown hair. His blue eyes were lowered to the floor-- a submissive gesture. He was trying to tell me that he respected me as the alpha in this situation.

"Okay, we have privacy. What do you want?" I snapped, closing the door and sitting on the bed with my legs crossed.

My father smiled again, raising his eyes to meet mine-- and not as a wolf gesture. "Stacey, Stacey, Stacey. What have you gotten yourself into?" He mused. "You leave your shrink after yelling at him. You pack your bags and race away from home. I do my research and find that you`ve been to three hotels in three nights, and went back to the shrink?"

What happened to the nice night alone I had planned?

I shrugged. "Yeah, so what? I`m of age. I can do almost anything I want, and I don`t need permission." I growled. I almost felt bad about being so rude to my dad, but I couldn`t help it. Aiden was my heart and soul. My life. I couldn`t live it without him.

James nodded slowly then sighed and leaned forward. "Stacey Daisy," He mumbled, repeating the name that he always used to call me. I hadn`t heard that from him in years. "I know that you aren`t happy, and you miss Aiden, but I`m here to help you." He looked at he again, his blue eyes were soft. "You know how your mother is, and so do I. She`s just not happy that you`re happy."

I felt my bottom lip tremble and I stood up and alked towards him, he did the same and wrapped m in a hug. I closed my eyes tightly and buried my head in his chest. I didn`t want to cry. Not not, again. I wanted to be home with Aiden, where my home was. Everything just seemed cold and uncaring.

"Oh, Stacey." My dad whispered. He hugged me tightly, so tightly that it almost hurt. But it held me to the moment.

I choked back a sob, desperatly trying not to cry. "I`m sorry." I coughed.

"It`s okay, sweetheart. You`re okay." He whispered to me, patting my back like the little child I didn`t want to be.

Amazing.  It keeps getting better and better.
More please. =]

Ooh! I totally didn't expect any of this!!

Why so evil with the doctor, hm?

Uh, she has had about four hours of decent sleep in the past week, and she`s a little cranky.
Wouldn`t you be?

Yes, I would be cranky.  I meant the evil smile though.  What was that all about?

She`s a little loopy, okay?
::)

((After this post or so, there will be a delay while I figure out my evil plan. This plot will be continued in another FF soon, too.))

Later that night, after my father left and I had taken my new pills, I sank into my bed. James had left me five hundred dollars in Muggle cash and quite a bit in wizard coins. He knew that I needed to get home on my own. I dodn`t know how he knew, but he`s my father, her should know.

The pills worked quickly, and I drifted off to sleep before I could even try to remember their side effects.

I sat with my eyes closed. I must have been on a couch or bed, because I sat sitting on something soft. It gave way a little when I shifted my weight.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" I asked. Okay, this would be a real dream.

"Not yet, my love." A voice replied. I giggled and sighed. That was my favorite voice, and it would always be. I felt whatever I was sitting on give way again, but in front of me. The thing I was siting on must have been a bed, because it felt big.

"Okay, open your eye, love." Aiden said softly.

I opened my eyes. I was sitting on a bed covered with a soft red blanket. The walls were a muted gold color. Dark wood covered most of the floor, and the furniture was the same color. It all went together perfectly, even though no one would think it if they saw the pieces seperatly.

Aiden sat cross-legged in front of me. We were both wearing jeans and tee shirts, and we were both barefoot, but none of that mattered. There was a small white box sitting between us, long and flat. I looked at if for a moment, then back to Aiden with a questioning look.

He gave a low chuckle and held his hand out. I put my hand in his automatically. It wasn`t something I had to think about. My fingers fit perfectly between his, like they belonged there. In my opinion, they did.

'Open the box." He whispered to me.

I should have know beteer than to open the box. There was no... substance that told me Aiden was there. I could tell that Aiden was not dreaming this.

But I`d been known for being ignorant. I just smiled and lifted the lid slowly, my fingers pulling it up carefully.

Inside was blackness. No other way to say it. I set the lid down, eyes wide, and reached into it. My hand never felt a bottom, it just kept going. Just a heavy blackness. Pretty soon my whole arm was in the box. It just seemed to expand as needed. I stuck my head into the box. I had to see what was inside.

NO!! DON'T DO IT!! GRRR... Why did she put her head in the box!? That was so STUPID!

I love it! Keep up the good work! XD

Cool Story!

I find this very entertaining to read.
More please?

Hehe.
I puts more when I can find an evil creature.
Thanks you, fellow readers! For reading.

As soon as I put my head in, I fell. I fell into a black nothing. I heard a scream, but there was no way to tell if it was mine or not. The fall felt endless, but at the same time it only seemed to last a second.

I landed roughly on a stone floor with a grunt. I couldn`t see the walls, and I was only able to see at all because eight large candles sat in a circle around me. The ground was a little wet and slightly slippery.

I wasn`t wearing jeans and a tee shirt anymore, but I recognized the clothes. I now wore long black pants and a long-sleeved shirt. I ran a hand over my arm and knew that I was armed. Whatever this new dream was, it was real. That I knew. If something happened here, I would (or would not) wake up with the same problem. But the fact that I was armed made me feel a little more confident.

I stood up carefully., seeing how badly the fall had hurt me. My left hip and ankle hurt; I had landed on both, so that wasn`t a big surprise. Other than that, though, I felt fine.

I turned around slowly, trying to see through the darkness. I had only turned about half way around before I saw something. I jumped back and yelped. I don`t know how I knew it was a human, but I grabbed my wand and pointed it at the figure, who had drawn their wand too. I realized it then. Where one of the candles had once stood was now a large mirror. I laughed airly and put my wand away. My laugh sounded scared and echoed. I stepped towards the glass and reached my hand out until my fingers touched the cool surface. I slowly flattened my palm against it. For a moment, I almost thought it was the Mirror of Erised, but the frame was different and no image was appearing.

But something did appear.

Amazing and awesome like it has been since the beginning.
Keep it up, hun.
Can't wait for more.

I really appreciate the way people are using the forum to communicate and help each other. Thanks to the person who give this

idea to the world and made the world ti tie in a single knot.

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A figure slightly taller than myself appeared behind me. In the mirror, it looked just like Aiden, so I didn`t turn around to face him. He placed one hand on my waist and the other on my right shoulder. I felt his lips in my hair and I closed my eyes, a smile growing on my face.

He ran his hand down my arm, his skin barely touching mine, and rose goosebumbs were he touched. His fingers were cold, just like everything seemed to be in this dream. It didn`t occur to me than Aiden was never colder than I was. His hand found mine and he gently pried it away from the mirror. By no he had wrapped his whole arm around my waist, hugging me to him.

His lips moved to the side, his breath trailing down my neck. The cold hand led my fingers to his cheek. I opened my eyes slowly to gaze in the mirror. I did not see black hair and golden eyes, like I though I would. No, I saw green eyes and golden hair, a shade lighter than wheat.

Without even thinking, I pulled my elbow sharply back, hitting him in the stomach. I saw movement to my right and pulled a blade from my sleeve and flung it expertly that direction. When I had elbowed him, the man behind me had let me go. I lept forward, a knife in each hand, and put my back to the mirror. The mirror at least shouldn`t attack me.

Shouldn`t, being the key word.

All around me, people were standing. As far as I could tell, they were all men. Big men. They all seemed to be wearing black suits with white shirts underneath and red ties. The man I had thrown a knife at was clutching his side, the bloody knife at his feet. I muct have gotten him in the stomach or kidney, because he looked to be in bad pain. He was on his knees, pressing the wound.

Something moved in front of me and I turned back to the man I elbowed. He didn`t seem to be hurt, but I hadn`t waited to see what his reaction was when I hit him. He was standing in the middle of the circle, smiling at me. The circle seemed to have gotten bigger and brighter. I didn`t take my eyes off of the man, who was clearly a leader of some sort, but I counted twenty-four candles now.

What was worse, I knew that this was no dream.

The blonde man just stood there with his hands behind his back, smiling. That was going to get annoying. I quickly scanned the room. There must have been about thirty men around me. Normally, I wouldn`t have been worried by that, it was a dream, after all. But there was that feeling of... substance. Like I had really stabbed that man. And the one that touched me..... I shivered. While everything was still I racked my brains for any but of imformation that might help or explain the situation. All I came up with was something about dream-visions that could take you somewhere else while you slept, but it took pwerful and dark magic for that.

The blonde cleared his throat and stepped forward. I lifted my arms to a starting position for throwing knives. I had both knives directed towards him, but he just smiled again.

"Matthew, please disarm her." He said. There was something familiar in his voice.

Before I could even twitch,  a man came up behind me and plucked the knives from my hands, tossing them into the darkness. He then grabbed my wrist and pushed up my sleeve. He flung the revealed knives into the dark, but handled my wand with care. He handed it to another nameless man, who carried it to the blonde. The blonde took it carefully and examined it.

My attention was brought back to Matthew, who had pushed up my other sleeve and was ripping the knives from their sheaths. I sighed mentally. What use was five years of practicing with knives if you got disarmed? Matthew went to pull my shirt over my head, but I slapped his hand away. He was trained, but at least he had manners. He took a step back with and amused smile. I pulled the knives from under my shirt. It was odd having to take those out, not many people found them where they were.

I gave my blades to the big man, and he tossed them away. He knelt to disarm my lower body, but I kicked him. He stood up with another smirk. Talk about training. I gave him a look, but sat down and pushed up my pant legs, pulling out eight knives from their homes.

After my weapons were disposed of, I was able to stand up without advancing on me. Matthew had returned to his spot in the circle. The blonde had been smiling through all of this, and now he took a couple steps forward.

"Welcome, Stacey Gray, to my home. I am Jonathan." his voice  was deep and had an accent that made him seem from a different time. Why did it sound so familiar?

I looked at Jonathan, my eyes wide. They must have been brown, because that was my "natural" eye color, but I couldn`t be sure. It bothereed me more than I can say that I can`t tell what color my eyes were in my dreams.

"What do you want with me?" I asked Jonathan, my eyes locked on him with instant hatred.

He laughed at me. His teeth were perfectly straight and brilliantly white. His skin had been cold to the touch. He had an old-time feel about him, like he wasn`t from my time. He was a vampire, wasn`t he?

"Dear Stacey, you don`t even know why you are here." Jonathan rolled his head around like he was popping his neck. Something about that was familiar, too. "You are my neice, dear Stacey. I am your father`s brother."

Very interesting chapter, Stacey.
I like it.
XD

((Warning, the next chaper has a bit a French.))

I stared at the man. This could not be true. This man could not be my uncle. My father was fourty year sold. this thing in front of me was not my father`s brother.

"How-- how old are you?" I asked. My voice was shaky, much to my horror. It took a lot to scare me, and I just realized that my hands were balled up in fear. I uncleanched my fingers slowly. Fire. I still had my powers. Jonathan may have taken my wand, but it wasn`t getting used that often anyway.

"Alex, please." Jonathan called softly. The man I had stabbed had stood up and was walking towards me. He didn`t seem to be hurt anymore, not at all. Before I could to anything, he had hooked a band around my wrist.

"D*mmit." I whispered. The band looked and feeled familiar. I didn`t even try to use my powers, I knew that if I did I would just get shocked or suddenly become exhausted. I wasn`t going to be able to do a d*mn thing with magic.

"Answer my question." I hissed, looking back at the man with hatred.

Jonathan laughed again. "Nevermind about that now," he dismissed.

"Fine, then tell me where you got this bracelet." I demanded.

"That," Jonathan said, "came from you memories." My blank expression must have been too obvious, because he sighed heavily. "I can see every memory you have ever had." He explained. "Everything you see, I see. I simply took the bracelet from your memory. and made it real. He gave me a grin that made me want to slap him.

I glared at Jonathan. I was embarrassed that someone saw somethig I didn`t want them to see. Certain things could have been kept private. And the bad thing was that I couldn`t even close my mind.

I thought back to that one night a few years ago. I had been out in the forest, as I often was. It was just before I met Aiden, so I wasn`t with him. I had been taken my some of Neo`s men and they took me to his home, where they locked me in a cell. Useless. Of course, they had also disarmed me, and I hadn`t been as experienced. It was Ginny, Lavy, and Jason that had saved me from that horrible night. The feeling of being powerless was life-changing. And now, that I had so much more power, it just about drove me cray. I missed the roll of power under my skin.

"If I am your niece, why the precautions?" I asked, looking at each of the men on the edge of the circle. I bet each of these men weighed at least four times as much as I did. "It seems like you have enough goonies to protect you, why do you need to disarm me completely?"

Jonathan riased an eyebrow, as if he could hear the harse words I was thinking. "Because they are just that, precautions."

((Well, this is the part with the French, actually.))

I glared at the man who claimed to be my uncle. There was no physical resemblance between him and my father that I could tell. My father had brown hair and blue-grey eyes. This man was blonde and had green eyes. The fact that they looked nothing alike made me feel a little bit better.

"What the h&ll are you, then?" I asked once I was sure that he wouldn`t tell me how old he was.

Jonathan laughed again. "You humans have to have such an exact name for everything. Such a complicated language you have. He shook his head and started walking towards me. I stepped to the side so I was out of his path. I was near the middle of the circle.

Jonathan was watching me closely. "Stacey, Stacey, Stacey," he said, slowly starting to circle me. "What are we going to do with you?

"Let me f***ing wake up?" I offered, knowing that my real body was still asleep on a hotel bed.

The evil man laughed. I say evil because a sense of wrong came from him. His laughing was really staring to annoy me, though. It took quite a bit of control to stay where I was with my arms at my sides when I so badly wanted to punch him in the face. To ruin that handsome image he had.

"Stacey, even if you wake up now, you will never be without us." He motioned to the men that surrounded me. "And now that I`ve finally gotten into your dreams, it will be easier to reach you while you are conscious." He grinned at me like he was pleased with himself. He probably was. "Sweet Stacey, you have a powerful mind. It took my a long time to finally break your blocks. Someone else is protecting you, yes? He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I instantly thought of Ginny, but pushed her from my thoughts. He probably already knew who she was. She had put a mental shield on me when I started hearing voices. If she ever removed it, I didn`t know.

Then something crossed my mind. He had suggested that he had already tried to reach me while conscious, and he failed. The voices. the voices and the attacks. They had plauged me for the past three years. They were because of him, weren`t they?

"Yes, yes." He answered before I could ask. I guess he could read minds. "The nightmares, too." He looked at me thoughtfully. "You are a smart girl. The only other person I have ever had to work at to get into was your father, but it has never taken me this long before." the look in his eyes became slightly envious, and they held something dangerous. It made me take a step back, despite knowing that the men behind me would be no help.

He looked at me and my fear was confirmed. He looked at me like he wanted to kill me, like he wanted what I could do, and would do whatever it took to do it. Then suddenly, he snapped back to being calm and cool.

"We will be in touch, Mrs. Gray. He said, his eyes still on mine. Something else happened. Something that I have never seen happen except in the mirror. His eyes changed color. They were now a soft blue.

I took in a sharp breath and he grinned. His eyes were now steel grey. I invouluntarily took another step back.

Laughing, Jonathan beamed evily at me. "Good morning, Stacey. I will see you soon.

Woah! I totally didn't see any of that coming! So he must have taken her power for the eye color thing right?

It's amazing! Keep going! I can't wait for more!!

This is awesome and exciting.
I can't wait for the next chapter!

Speaking of the next chapter...
I believe that my last post was the last that will be part of the Fan Fic for this thread.
I`m making a new thread.
It`ll be titled "So Many Questions and Not Enough Answers."
Look for it soon!

Oh :( I wish you would keep going, but I understand! Sometimes things have to end!

I promise to look for it in the future!

I`m not ending it, just continuing it in another thread.

Right... haha that's what I said! Jeez... pay more attention...