"Miss Dumbledore are you listening? Miss Dumbledore, you're frog is turning puprle!"

Davis nudged me. "Hey Lily, Professor McGonagall is talking to you," he whispered.

I snapped my head up and looked over at the front desk. "I'm sorry Professor I just got distracted."

"Yes well, stop daydreaming and pay attention."

I muttered a counter spell to turn my frog back to its original colour. It was 3:45 pm in Transfiguration class. We were practising silencing spells on frogs. Of course my mind suddenly decided it was the right time to wander around. 

I tried to focus on the class, but I was thinking about my dream. I'd thought about the entire day but I never seem to achieve what I want, whatever it is I want.

The bell rung and thankfully that was the last lesson of the day.

Davis and I walked back to the common room, took our favourite places by one of the windows with a fantastic view, and took out our homework.

"Ok that's enough Lily. You've got to tell me what's wrong," Davis said suddenly. "You've been practially sleeping all day, actually slept during Defense Against the Dark Arts which may I remind you is your favourite subject, and you haven't been talking to me or listening to a word the teachers said all day long! What the hell is the matter???"

I sighed, put my head in my hand for a few seconds, then looked him straight in the eye and told him about my dream. Davis was silent for a few moments after I stopped talking.

"So you're saying", he said at last, "that you've been have the same dream for the past week about junior Dumbledore, his brother your father, and Gellert Grindelwald, duelling and then finally making an explosion, after which you wake up every time making you uncapable of decifering the meaning of the dream because you can't see more, and on top of all of that you haven't even told your father or Dumbledore?"

"That's essentially it."

"You should tell your dad. Send him an owl or something."

"Yeah I think you're right I should do that," I said, resigned.

He passed me some parchement and some ink and I wrote:

Dear Dad,

How are you doing, how's the pub going? My first few weeks here have been great. I'm probably just wasting your time here but my friend told me that I sould tell you something. Lately I've been having this dream, it's always the same: it's about you, uncle, and Grindelwald, but when you're younger. It's in an old looking house. The three of you are duelling, it looked like it was you and uncle against Grindelwald. At some point there's this big flash of green light and an explosion. That's where the dream ends.

It's probably not relevant but if it is can you tell me please. If you don't I'll probably ask uncle anyways.

Your daughter, Lily.