I do not, nor ever will own Harry Potter or any of its characters.

I was running, again. For what reason, I don’t know, but that’s the way it is with dreams. Of course I was dreaming, I’ve had the same dream for a couple of weeks now.

Anyway, I was running. This time, I didn’t wake up sweating from exertion that had never really happened. The dream continued. As I ran, I became afraid of whatever I ran away from. Then, ahead of me, I saw someone standing as if waiting for me. When I got closer I saw that it was Potter. With telltale features, black hair, green eyes, and that horrid scar on his forehead. That stupid scar that made him so famous. Maybe I should be more grateful, after all, he did save my life, twice, a few months ago, but whatever.

As I closed the distance between us, he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the path, into the woods. He started running, pulling me along, but I couldn’t keep up well. What was with that? Aren’t you supposed to be able to run forever in dreams? But there was no denying the fact. I was tired. I began to stumble, but Potter just kept dragging me along. He seemed to have a specific destination in mind.

I couldn’t help but feel annoyed, though. First we meet as children, and he almost immediately shows a dislike for me. Then, he makes friends with a blood traitor and a Muggle born. After that, he seems to grow in hatred towards me; well I wasn’t going to like him, either then. Our seventh year, he and his strange friends don’t show up at all. Until the battle that is. And that’s when he saves my low life. Why should he have done that? I mean I was a Death Eater! Not that I was ever proud of that fact, but I still don’t understand why Potter would give me a second, not to mention a third chance to kill him or his friends. Or possibly chances to change, like I have been doing this summer. I am actually beginning to see where things went wrong.

Then, Potter finally stopped in a clearing.

“Ron? Hermione? Raven? Can you come out, please?” he asked the surrounding forest. I knew Weasley and Granger; they were his best mates from first year, the blood traitor and the Muggle born. But who the hell was this Raven? Was it the bird? Was he or she a person? Was it another kind of animal? Or was this Raven something else entirely?

I didn’t have a chance to ask as four figures slid out from behind the trees. One of them almost seemed to do this reluctantly.

I looked at Potter’s face; he was surprised, for some reason. I glanced back at the group detaching themselves from the forest. Weaslebie, the Muggle born Granger, along with Weasley’s younger sister, and some girl I had never seen before. But what a sight she was. Raven black hair, the palest skin I’ve ever seen. That is quite a feat, since I, myself, am very pale. I think her eyes were purple, very strange color. Her hair drifted over her alabaster shoulders, down to her almost too slender waist. All she wore was a simple tank and a pair of worn jeans. She had neither socks nor shoes. She didn’t seem to need them. It was odd she did not wear them, but what wasn’t about her?

Actually, she wore one more thing. I was surprised I didn’t notice it before, because it clashed with the style of her outfit so much. She had a fine chain necklace gracing her neckline. It appeared to be silver, but I wasn’t sure. The gem that hung from it was an amethyst in the shape of a teardrop, or raindrop, whichever you prefer. I would think the teardrop. It seemed sober and melancholy, and rain just doesn’t seem quite like that.

I pulled my mind away from this strange girl just in time to hear Potter exclaim, “Ginny! What are you doing here?” He sounded protectively possessive. Then I remembered, they were dating.

She turned pink, “I didn’t want to be left behind.”

The mysterious girl stepped in between them, giving them both harsh looks. I wondered idly just how much she was saying to them with that one glance. I understood, however, that she was trying to prevent a row while more important matters were at hand.

Mystery Girl then walked over to me, and pulled me towards the rest of the group. As she hauled me over, I heard a feminine voice sound, inside my head.

Hello, Draco Malfoy. I pulled my hand from the girl’s like she had electrocuted me. As a result, I fell on my ass. I waited for the laughing to start, especially from the girl. However, I heard nothing. I looked up; she was smiling at me, and holding her hand out. I took it hesitantly, and the voice was in my head again.

I’m sorry I startled you. But this is the only way I can communicate. My name is Raven. I looked at the girl, who had as of yet to say anything, with wide eyes. She looked me in the eye with her purple ones, smiled, and nodded. She was talking inside my head!

I prefer the word violet, but yes my eyes are purple. UGH! She could hear my thoughts as well as speak inside my head. I became disgruntled and confused.

Well, it’s a bit more complicated that that, more like the reception of brain signals, but you could say that I can hear or see or experience your thoughts as well as make you hear or see or experience my thoughts. She answered. That explanation hurt my head, figuratively anyway.

Sorry, it is a bit confounding. She was apologizing for merely outsmarting me. Weird!

Everyone joined hands for some reason, and then there was an electrical shock through my arm. The one the gir-Raven was holding on to. We were whirling through a tunnel of light. It seemed as if we were Apparating, but it was completely different.

Next thing I knew, we were at Hogsmeade, stepping off the school train. Clearly a lot of time had passed. I felt a presence next to me.

It will be all right Draco. She said squeezing my hand gently. Her voice sounded comfortably familiar now. And I felt that whatever had been bugging me, would be all right. Raven, quickly, light as a feather, kissed me on the cheek. It was so fast; I don’t think anyone on the platform noticed. I looked at her confused, she blushed. It made her look so pretty. Her ivory skin, coupled with the rose colored blush.

Just a little good luck charm. She said.

The scene changed again. I was in the prefect’s bathroom. I heard the showers running, I stepped into one of the changing stalls in front of the shower. I noticed someone’s clothes there, and was about to walk out, thinking Why was someone up so late? But I accidentally saw her in the shower. Raven looked up at me and smiled. None of her previous embarrassment from the train was there. I supposed time had done a fast-forward again. I just turned redder that I ever have before. Then I rushed out of the bathroom.

That was when I woke up.