The Dream, the nightmare, the Awakening

The first thing Charles had seen was blue. Deep blue that seemed like it went on forever. Soon his eyes focused and he realised he was staring up into the sky. Startled he looked around, his eyes darting in all directions. How did he get here? Was he dead? The green light still pulsed through his head. "Annabelle," Charles whispered. Was she ok? Was she hurt? This idea brought him a sudden rage and anger.

Charles sat up and was relieved to see he was at Hogwarts, on the school grounds. Warm winds were blowing past him making hims smile. The same thoughts kept going through his head. Why am I here? Why am I not dead? He was glad to be alive but he had been hit my a killing curse. In all fairness he should be dead. With care he stood up on his feet and looked around. His wand was laying flat on the ground.

Charles inched closer and grabbed the wand from the ground and looked around once more. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark figure head off towards the woods. Intrigued Charles followed, he walked quickly until he bursted out into a run.

He ran forwards and seized the man by his arm. "Hello?" Charles called. The man turned around and revealed a familiar face. The same face of a death eater who was at his house. The face of Simon, his mother's brother. Simon looked at him grieved and then he ran and vanished in the darkness of the woods. Charles looked around and returned to the field confused and shocked once more.