**Scene 1: The Dream Begins**
It was a quiet night. The moonlight filtered through the curtains of Charlotte and Sabastian’s room, casting a soft glow. Both were deep in sleep, wrapped in peaceful dreams. But Charlotte's tranquility shattered as her dream shifted into something darker. She found herself standing in an eerie place, the air thick with silence.
A shadow moved ahead of her, tall and undefined. Something inside her urged her to follow, her heart pounding faster with every step. She couldn’t tell who the figure was, but something in her soul told her this was important, something she couldn’t ignore. She began to run after the shadow, her footsteps echoing in the silence.
Suddenly, the shadow turned and in front of her stood Siddharth, her son. But he wasn’t the little boy she knew. He was 14, taller than her now, standing six feet tall. He was breathtaking—his deep blue eyes shimmering like the oceans, his strong features carved as if by the hands of the divine. His black hair framed his face, accentuating his unique blend of both masculine and feminine beauty. His body was strong, yet there was an unmistakable softness in his gaze.
"Mother," he called out, his voice warm and filled with love. "What are you waiting for?" He opened his arms, inviting her into an embrace.
Charlotte’s heart leaped with joy. She ran to him, tears filling her eyes as she prepared to hug her grown son. Just as her arms were about to close around him, the scene shifted.
**Scene 2: A Land of Blood and Chaos**
Suddenly, everything turned red. Blood. There was blood everywhere. The sky, the ground, her clothes—it was soaked in blood. Charlotte gasped as she looked around, seeing destruction on a massive scale. Villains, rogues, and dark forces rampaged through what seemed to be England. Buildings crumbled, people screamed in terror, and chaos reigned. Charlotte felt her heart break at the sight.
"What's happened to England?" she whispered, terrified.
And then, she saw him again. This time, Siddharth was no longer a boy—he was a man. He stood tall, 6’8” now, his long hair flowing down his back. His face had matured into that of the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His blue eyes sparkled like gemstones, and his presence was commanding, almost godlike. He was unmatched in beauty, and there was an aura around him that radiated power. He seemed to be around 19 or 20, fully grown and standing alone against the villains and dark creatures who threatened to tear the world apart.
She saw him fighting, not with a wand, but with his bare hands. Magic flowed from his fingertips like divine energy. He fought with grace, like a god of war, reminding her of Lord Shiva’s wrath against evil. The enemies fell before him like leaves in a storm, and yet not a single scratch marred his perfect form.
Charlotte’s heart swelled with pride. *My son…* she thought. He was invincible, powerful beyond measure.
**Scene 3: Betrayal and Heartbreak**
But then, without warning, something horrible happened. Two figures emerged from the shadows—faces hidden behind masks—and before Charlotte could react, they stabbed Siddharth from behind. His body froze, his eyes wide with shock and pain.
"No!" Charlotte screamed, running toward him, but her feet wouldn’t move. She was stuck, helpless, forced to watch as her son fell to his knees.
The masked figures removed their disguises, and Charlotte gasped. Though their faces were blurry, she recognized the voices—James and Lily Potter. They stood over Siddharth’s bleeding form, laughing cruelly.
"Why?" Siddharth asked, his voice weak but full of sorrow. "Why are you doing this?"
James sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Because, making Harry the hero requires your death. You're worthless. We left you in Italy for a reason."
Lily laughed as well, adding, "You were always nothing, a mistake. Harry is the real chosen one, not you."
Siddharth, his strength fading, cried out, "You will never be my parents. My parents are Charlotte and Sabastian. They love me." Tears streamed down his face as he called out desperately for his real mother and father. "Mother! Father!"
Charlotte screamed, trying to reach him, but her voice didn’t seem to reach the Potters. They continued mocking her son, degrading him even as he bled out in front of them.
Siddharth’s eyes met hers for a brief moment, filled with pain and longing, and then his body went still.
"No!" Charlotte shouted, her heart breaking. She reached out for him but could feel nothing.
**Scene 4: Waking From the Nightmare**
With a start, Charlotte woke up, screaming in agony. Her body shook with sobs as she sat up in bed, her heart racing. Sabastian was immediately at her side, pulling her into his arms.
"Charlotte, what happened?" Sabastian asked, his voice full of concern as he held her tightly. "Talk to me."
Through her tears, she told him everything—the shadow, the older Siddharth, the destruction, and the betrayal. Her words trembled as she described the Potters’ cruel attack and the heartbreaking final moments of her son crying out for them.
"It's like I could see them, but I couldn’t stop them," Charlotte sobbed. "They hurt him, Sabastian, and I couldn’t protect him. I failed him."
Sabastian's eyes hardened, his protective instincts flaring up. "Whoever they were, if they hurt our son, they’ll pay for it. I swear it. But right now, we need to pray. We need to ask for strength."
It was 2 AM, but neither cared. Without another word, they both ran outside to the small temple they had built in their garden, where a statue of Lord Shiva stood. They fell to their knees at the statue's feet, crying out in desperation.
"Please, Lord Shiva, protect our son," Sabastian whispered through his tears. "Give us the strength to keep him safe from those who wish him harm."
Charlotte cried, her hands gripping the statue’s feet, her heart breaking. "Please, don’t let this nightmare become real. Let our Siddharth be safe."
For two hours, they prayed, their tears mixing with the cold night air. The pain of the dream weighed heavily on their hearts, but the presence of their faith kept them strong.
**Scene 5: Peace in the Present**
Finally, exhausted and drained, they returned to the house. When they walked into Siddharth’s room, they found him sleeping peacefully, his small body glowing softly under the moonlight. His face was serene, like an angel resting, and all the fear and pain from Charlotte's dream faded for a moment.
She scooped him up gently, cradling his warm body in her arms, tears still streaming down her face. "You’re safe, my love. You’re safe," she whispered, kissing his forehead.
Sabastian followed closely, his heart aching from the fear of losing his son, but for now, he allowed the peace of the moment to settle in.
Together, they carried Siddharth back to their room, where they laid him between them. Charlotte hugged her son tightly, her heart still raw but comforted by the feeling of his small, warm body against hers.
Sabastian, lying on the other side, placed his hand on his son’s back and whispered to Charlotte, "Did you recognize them? Can we stop them?"
Charlotte shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "No... I couldn’t see their faces. It was like they were wearing masks… But their voices… I’ll never forget their voices."
Sabastian nodded solemnly. "We’ll protect him, Charlotte. No matter what, we won’t let that happen. Our son is stronger than they know. And we will always be there to fight for him."
Charlotte kissed Siddharth’s head once more, her tears now mingling with the warmth of love and protection. "He is ours, and no one will ever take him from us. He is our son—our Siddharth."
With that, they lay in silence, their hearts intertwined with their love for their child, watching over him as he slept, ready to protect him against whatever dangers the future held.
