Dream is a Wizard?

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(TW: Character Death, but it's a dream, pun intended)

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8/7/2021, 7:56 AM

"Can Clay WasTaken (Couldn't think of a better last name) please report to Headmaster Dumbledore's Office Immediately." 

Those were the words that were heard throughout the school of Hogwarts. 

But, before we get into that.

Let's take a look into where this all started, shall we?

8/12/2013, 12:04 PM

Today is the day that Clay WasTaken is turning 14 years of age. His parents, Michael and Alexis WasTaken were both wizards, so naturally, so was he.

Today was the day he was supposed to get the letter that informed him and his family he would be attending the magical school known as Hogwarts.

Him and his best friend, Harry Potter, were both at Clay's home, just like every Monday (According to google, 8/12/2013 was a Monday), but this time, they were talking about Hogwarts, from the houses, to the classes. They had read books and heard stories about it all. 

"I want to be in Gryffindor! What about you Dream?" Harry asked his best friend.

'Dream', it was a nickname Harry had given him. Why was this the nickname you ask? Well, that's because whenever Clay fell asleep, his dreams would contain events that will happen the following day.

But it's not like the average person, where you see a clip of something completely random, like a pencil you may use that day, for example. What Clay saw, was an important moment, that he would have the ability to stop.

For example.

The night before, 

8/11/2013, 11:12 PM.

"HARRY! LOOK OUT!" Clay called out to his friend, who was crossing the train tracks to get to the market, to go pick up groceries for the WasTaken parents. 

Harry only turned around, looking at his friend who hadn't even stepped foot on the tracks yet.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of a horn, and the sound of a train, quickly approaching.

Clay was frozen in his spot as he watched his most horrific nightmare come true.

The train didn't slow down..

It never stopped..

The train came closer and closer until it collided with Harry, knocking him over and forcing him under the train and onto the tracks, where the train continued to drive over his small frame.

When the train finally passed, Clay looked down at the tracks to see Harry.

Only..

His eyes didn't shine with the happy light they always did when he was with Clay.

His white smiley face sweater was now splattered with a dark red.

His glasses were shattered and his once healthy frame was now pale.

He was dead.

"No.. no.. no.." Clay muttered to himself, collapsing onto the ground in front of his childhood best friend.