Lily,

You have to forget about that dream. Under no circumstances are you to tell Albus you had it. If you have it again we will talk about when you come home for Christmas.

Dad.

We hadn't talked in three months and that was all he could bother writing. Well, I wasn't kidding when I said my father doesn't like it when I mention Grindelwald. 

I showed the letter to Davis, who read then exclaimed: "Great Merlin, I'm surprised he even bothered answering. Tough. Don't worry I'll help you find the meaning of the dream. There's no way you're waiting until Christmas to learn the truth. Maybe you should go to Dumbledorejust to annoy your father."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Yeah probably not."

Silence...

"I'm going to have dinner, I'm starving!" Davis stretched, got up and headed towards the door. "You coming?"

I smiled to myself. At least I'd always have my I-only-think-about-eating friend.

(Ouch. Davis just hit me. In a friendly way though. Of course.)

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After dinner, we headed back to the common room, and feeling tired, I decided to go to bed early. As soon as I fell asleep, The Dream came back. Again, same people, same setting, same story, but this time, I heard a faint sound coming out of dad's mouth as I ran towards the fight. It said: Ariana, no..! And as I woke up panting, I realised that it had never crossed my mind to check who I was in the dream, and now I had a name: Ariana.