Originally Posted by The Dream

We were in the park. You, me and mum. I was four, I think. We were having the picnic, and it was in the summer, just after the Quiddich World Cup Final we went to. I had found a stick, and was pretending I was flying around, zooming after the Snitch to win Ireland the World Cup, again. You remember? And you threw a Ferrero Rocher at me, pretending it was the Snitch. I went to catch it, but then the dream changed..

We were running. It was dark. I don't remember this happening in real life, so I don't think it wasn't a flashback like the first part. I was scared, I know that much. You kept looking behind us, like there was someone following us. I was tired, and wanted to stop, but you made me carry on running. I asked you why, but you ignored me, and pulled me up, so you were carrying me. I looked over your head, and saw people, running. One of them pulled out a wand, and raised it, facing us. I screamed, but the dream changed again.

I'm standing in the middle of an arena, and there are people surrounding me EVERYWHERE, in stands and stuff, cheering my name. I'm a Hogwart's Champion, dad, in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And I'm not eleven anymore. So anyways, everyone's like "Rubiey! Rubiey! Rubiey!" cheering and stuffs, then there's a shadow that covers the entire stadium, and everyone goes quiet. I turn around, and see the single, most scariest thing of my life....

A giant Pygmy Puff. Literally, the size of a block of flats. Scary, right?