After her mother had finished fussing over her, Jamie hurried onto the train and found an empty compartment. After shoving her stuff roughly into the overhead racks she sat down with a sigh. Only then did Fred and George come busting in, bringing the ever-following chaos along for the ride. She smiled at them, as they played with a toad they had found hopping around the corridor. It was so easy to be around them Jamie thought to herself, noting that it was probably their birth connection, and that if she had only just met them they would in fact annoy her to death. Smiling at this thought, she drifted to sleep in the warm sun that reflected into the cabin, listening to the croaking of the poor frog and the laughs of her brothers.
She was in a large room. The floors were made of polished wood, the walls white in contrast. A fire blazed in the hearth at one end of the room the only light source for the immense room; chairs were spread amply around it.
"Anna." A clear voice called from the other end of the room.
She turned quickly, finding her feet leading her forward towards the door, where the shadow of a man stood, only seen through the dim light that the fire provided the room. She commanded her feet to stop, and they did to her immense relief.
"Anna." The voice called again, this time a little more firm.
"Come here."
Her feet began to walk towards the man again, deaf to her silent pleas for them to stop. She did not know why she didn't want to go to the man, only that she needed to be as far away from him as she could get.
"My name is not Anna!" She said, trying physically now to stop her feet.
"My name is not Anna!"
She succeeded in making them slow a little, but not altogether stop.
"Anna." The man growled
"That is not my name!" She cried, trying in vain to throw herself to the floor in attempt to get her feet to stop moving towards the man. They moved more quickly now. She felt the mans arms wrap around her shoulders; she looked up to meet his eyes.
Jamie woke with a bloodcurdling scream. Her brothers jumped at the sound and went to their sister. Jamie was shaking all over, her skin was pale as slick with a cold sweat.
"Jamie, what the hell? Jamie!! What's wrong??" Fred said, looking at his sister with worry.
She composed a smiled on her face.
"Nothing, just a nightmare."
She could tell they didn't believe her fully, but thought better than to pursue the subject at this point.
"What happened to your frog?" Jamie asked, trying to distract them.
They took the bait.
"We lost it once we covered it in pudding." George said seriously. Fred nodded.
Jamie raised an eyebrow. "Pudding?"
"Yah, we wanted to make one of the first years to think it was just a stale chocolate frog, and try and take a chomp out of it." Fred said while George use gestures to demonstrate.
Jamie choked back her laughter, and took on an expression of sadness.
"Why, it is horrible you could not see the joke through, I'm sure it would have been one of your better ones." Jamie remarked, looking out the window. The dream still lingered in her thoughts, and she shuddered at that name. Anna.
"Anna? Whose Anna?" George asked, looking at her nose, the one spot the two of them new she could not keep from twitching, only slightly, when she was lying. She hadn't even realized she had spoken the name until now. So Jamie said the safest thing she could think of about this Anna.
"I don't know."
