The wind rushed past me cruelly, not slowing my descending pace any. The ground was coming closer and closer and I could almost feel the life being sucked out of me when a hand closed around my middle, the pace slowed, and I tumbled to the ground.

I rolled over, gasping for air, and saw a boy named Severus Snape standing up. He had dark, mysterious eyes and windswept black, greasy hair.

He approached my side, helped me up, and then began to walk away.

“Hey… hey, wait, thanks!” I called after him, my knees shaking and on the verge of giving way.

He didn’t turn around.

“Severus… well, if you’re not going to pay any attention… at least listen to this; Avery is in the Owlery. He’s really dangerous right now… an Alihotsy plant is crawling all over him and he’s rambling on about some guy that’s going to rule the world!”

He stopped, looked back at me, then left, and right then I felt that he understood a lot more than I did.

I didn’t have time to think. Instead, I ran my hardest until I was at the gate of Howarts. I turned to give it one last look, then disapparated.

I arrived in what appeared to be a sleepy village… lots of trees shadowed the streets and the house looked nice and cozy.

Walking down the road, I finally found Eighteen Ninety-Three, which was next door to a two-story cottage with the words “For Rent” hanging off of a rusty gate.

Mr. Orson’s house was a bit off from the road but my mind was racing so fast that the walk seemed to go by in an instant. I found myself approaching the front door quicker than I expected to and before I knew it, my hand was making rapid knocks.

“Coming, coming,” a feeble voice called from inside.

I stood, teetering on the heels of my feet, and suddenly nervous about everything I had just done and everything that was about to happen.

The door swung open and quite a character met me. The man was six foot two with balding gray hair and a gold pipe in his mouth. He was wearing plaid pajama pants with a purple vest. Bunny slippers sat on his feet and his eyes searched me like I was the crazy one.

“H-hi. I’m Lily Evans. You don’t know me, and I’m really, really sorry barging in on you like this… but do you know two boys by the names of Remus Lupin and James Potter?”

He grinned at me and swung open the door to reveal a stag and a wolf sitting calmly in the hallway.