I read through the last book. Although I love the books, I feel that many characters shouldn't have died. I gave up my sleep for the book, and now it overpowers me. I fall asleep at the table beside Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

In my dream, I am a five-year-old playing with toys. But these are different, not like the ones we have in our world. Nonetheless, I play with them. A redhead woman approaches me and picks me up. I didn't know her but it is a dream so I don't think much. It is a dream but why does everything feels so real, like it exists.

She takes me inside a house, made of stone and wood. I didn't really get a clear picture of the house. She puts me down in a big hall and leaves. I glance around and notice a fireplace on the far wall. The fire is changing colors. I walk towards the fireplace. My goodness, it's changing colours, blue, yellow, orange, and red. The fire doesn't crackle like normal. Instead, it seems to sway in rhythm with the mood of the room.

As I look up, I see a kettle hovering, it elegantly pours tea into each cup. Without a sound, it sets itself on the table. Intrigued by the place, I look for more astonishing things. On the shelf above the fireplace, wooden figurines are kept. They...... they are alive. So small and yet they behave like real wait a minute these aren't even normal animals. The dragon is spitting fire, and the Hippogrif is flying in a small circle. Oh my goodness. What's happening?

As I run around the room, I notice the clock isn't normal either. It's like the weasley's. With locations and people.

Wait a minute, why is this dream so vivid? Is this even a dream? I pinch myself to see if it's a dream.

IT'S NOT A DREAM.

Ouch, that hurt. After roaming around a few more times, I realize I am in the wizarding world.

Am I in a coma? Did I go into coma because of skipping sleep? Next time, I won't skip sleep.

Am I really in the wizarding world? I slap myself to reconfirm, only to feel the pain.

Wait a minute, isn't it wonderful that I am in the wizarding world? The dream of a potterhead. How can I cry over it?

"I am in the wizarding world," I shout, beaming with joy.

The redhead woman comes over. I think she might be my mother. Who am I?

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"Momma, what's my name?" I ask, acting cute. That should work, right?

But the lady seems taken aback. She chuckles and says, "I am not your momma. I am your aunt. And your name, my little sweetheart is Monette Brown."

I take a good look at her. She has fiery brown eyes, with pretty read hair locks curling over her shoulder. Her round face with those thin lips. She is so beautiful.

I pick up one of her curls and curl it around my finger. 

"Let's take you to your momma." She said, her voice is so incredibly sweet especially with her sweet smile.

This time I pay more attention as I walk through the passage with my aunt. There are so many rooms around here. The passage is long, quiet and cozy, with polished wooden walls. The light brightly shines, illuminating the whole passage. The wooden surface polished so neatly that there's not even a speck of dust. 

The air smells faintly of polished wood and something sweet, maybe cinnamon or honey. A window halfway down the hall is slightly open, and the breeze tugs gently at the curtains, carrying in the sound of birds chirping from the garden.

The passage isn't overwhelming or grand, but it feels rich in its own way—quietly elegant.

And we stop in a big hall, it looks like a dining hall but there's just a small table at the centre. 

I see a woman with red hair locks just like my aunt. She looks similiar to her yet different. Her eyes are also brown but instead of fiery, they feel soft. Her hair is tied in a bun. She looks elegant and respectful with her manner. She approaches me and picks me up in her arms. 

"Why were you shouting just now?" She asked. 

I just foolishly smiled. Is she my mother? Let's not rush to assumptions. 

Two men enter the dining room and we all turn to look at them. Both the ladies call out 'honey'. Who is whose honey?

The man on the right has short, tousled brown hair and medium fair skin. His striking blue eyes stand out, making him memorable in a crowd. The robe he wore looked of high quality with fine craftmanship. He wore a ruby pendant around his neck. He looks wealthy, charismatic and polite.

While the man on the left was well-groomed, with short, neat hair. He had a well-kept beard and eyes that shone brilliantly. At his waist, a puch hang. I suppose it is enchanted too. Both the men look happy, with bright smiles.

The man on right casts a spell and the table turns itself from a four-sitting to six-sitting.

The family gathered around the table and the houselves served the food. I look at them with fascination. I am making them uncomfortable. So, I turned my gaze away. 

The food here was mostly similiar, with bread, cake, duck and etc. It looks mouthwatering. 

As I am served the food by my mother, I take my first bite. OMG! It's delicious, it's unlike anything I have had before. 

After a hearty meal, the family gathers around in the big hall to chat. From their conversations, I get to know that the wealthy man is my father called 'Edric Brown', and the elegant redhead is my mother known as 'Elysia Brown'. The other two are my aunt 'Palicia Hankern' and uncle 'Patrick Hankern'. They had married recently and were invited for a celebratory dinner. 

My mother and aunt seem close, makes sense since they are sisters. I am an only child.