𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Prologue

A sixteen year old boy walked through the streets of London, tears dripping down his face, a trunk trailing behind him. It was only him, no one else. No sixteen year old girl, nor a fifteen year old boy in sight . The boy's name, was Sirius Black.

Fights weren't a rare thing, a his 'home'. He left Grimmauld Place on June 20th, 1976. A few weeks after summer started. He left his bed, his room, his broom and her. He left the most important thing, person. Lyra Black, or preferably Alex Black. His own twin, he left with their retched parents, he left her to fend for herself, to protect Reggie. He missed her, of course, who wouldn't? Alex was as close as a person can get to being perfect.

She is kind, yet doesn't take anyone's shit. She is incredibly smart, cunning, brave, beautiful, resourceful, loyal... The sorting hat placed her in Slytherin, even though she would have done equally as well in Gryffindor she was put into the green and silver house. Meanwhile, Sirius Black, was placed in Gryffindor.

Everyone knew her, of course, how could you not? Green and silver robes, long black hair, piercing gray eyes... Alex Black was known around the whole school, they say she is the queen of Hogwarts itself. Brilliant student, especially in Potions and Astronomy, phenomenal dueler...

It might have been her looks, or maybe her knowledge or her kindness that made James Potter love Alex Black, sure he had never talked to her but he was still mesmerized by her. He loved how she would scrunch up her nose while reading, he admired her kindness to first-years, he would praise her for her knowledge. In general, James was whipped for her. She was a dream, his daydream, she was his queen. Little did he know how a queen can carry a bleeding crown.