Winner of ‘Finding The Dreamer Contest’

Think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there.

I’ll beg you nice on my knees.

The day had started so well. Emily had put on her new outfit, the one she bought just the day before. In her new skirt, her sexy top and her new high heeled boots, she felt pretty for the first time  since long. She smiled. She would go to Harry’s today, and surprise him. After all, it had been almost two months since she last saw him.

When the world treats you way too fairly,

It’s a shame I’m a dream.

Arriving at Harry’s place, she entered through the back door. Her surprise would be ruined if she went to ring the bell now. Entering the living room, she couldn’t believe her eyes. On the couch, there was Harry. But he wasn’t alone. Not at all. Locked in his embrace, with her lips plastered to his, was Alice, her daily tormentor, and his ex-girlfriend.

Without another thought, Emily turned around and left. Tears ran down her cheeks, ruining her make-up she spent so much time on.

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

Back at her apartment, Emily went to her room immediately, lay down on her bed, and let her sorrow out. All she could think of, was how happy Harry had made her, how amazing it felt to be with him. Without realizing, she drifted off to sleep.

I think I’ll pace my apartment a few times,

and fall asleep on the couch.

When she woke up, she didn’t know where she was, until she saw herself in the mirror. Pale face, ruined make-up, tear streaked cheeks. The image of Harry and Alice came back to her mind.

And wake up early to black and white re-runs,

that escaped from my mouth.

Suddenly, Emily knew what to do.

She reached under her bed, pulled out a suitcase, and opened it. Looking at her, calling for her, were dozens of sharp objects.

Without even looking at any of the others, she took out a dagger, the one almost identical to the one Harry had as an ornament on his desk.

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

Putting the dagger behind the border of her skirt, she left her apartment, and she went towards one of her favorite places, the roof of an abandoned building.

I could follow you to the beginning, just to relive the start. And maybe then we’d remember to slow down, at all of our favorite parts.

Climbing the stairs, Emily thought of when she met Harry. The stuff they did together, their first date, many of their other dates, the gifts he bought her, their first kiss… She felt new tears wet her cheeks. That was all over now. When she reached the roof, she went to her regular spot, sat with her back to the wall of the stair house, took out the dagger, and brought it to her wrist.

All I wanted was you.

The first cut felt so heavenly, so blissful. Quickly, she made more cuts, enjoying the increasing flow of blood on her arms. When she was satisfied with the amount of flowing blood, she put the dagger aside, gathered some blood on her finger, and wrote her final goodbye. In blood red letters there was now the message:


All I wanted was you.

This is your fault. You made me do this.

Farewell. Emily.

Next, Emily lay down, took up the dagger again, and brought it to her throat. She swallowed, wiped away her tears for the last time, and made the cut. Harry was all she wanted. Without him, life wasn’t worth living.

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you.

With a start, Emily woke up. The sight of Harry lying next to her made her relax. It was only a dream. He would never cheat on her. Turning on her side, she watched him sleep.

Her dream might have been very realistic, but she knew her Harry would never cheat on her, and definitely not with Alice.

For that, he loved her too much. Like she loved him.

There was no single trace of doubt  her dream would come true if she ever lost him.

Suddenly, Harry stirred and opened his eyes.

“Em? Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked drowsily.

“I had a bad dream. That’s all.”

Harry looked at her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Emily shook her head.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I dreamt about you and Alice.”

Harry took her in his arms. “Emily, you are all I wanted. Ever.”


This harry potter fan fiction was written by Caroline Guisson from Belgium. Thank you for participating Caro 🙂

Original Works

DW: The Lost Child – Chapter 6

Bryan was placed in a crowded room, where the other boys who worked in the factory slept. He was given five minutes to change into the factory uniform before he was shoved into a room with labels and tins.

“Stick these labels on the tin, don’t stop until I tell you to,” Mr. Richards ordered before he left the room.

The room had a strong scent of burnt machinery. Old junk machines were chucked to the back of the room, and wooden tables were set from left to right. The walls were peeling off and the only light in the room was coming from the glass windows, high above his head.

There were other boys in the room too. They looked as though they had not had a shower in days. Unsure on what to do, he watched them for a while, and then he started on his pile of tins.

“Hey new boy, it’s faster if you stick the glue on to the labels first, then stick them on to the tins,” a red head boy, at the table beside his, said.

“Oh, ok. Thanks,” Bryan replied with a nod, and did as the boy suggested.

“I’m Henry by the way,” Henry introduced himself, as his hands automatically worked on the tins.

“I’m Bryan,” Bryan replied, trying hard to multitask.

“Where are you from?” Henry asked, and a few curious faces took quick glances at him.

“Wellton’s home for boys. How about you?”

“I’m from the streets. They picked me up and forced me here. Didn’t even put me in an orphanage first,” Henry answered.


“But we’re still the same, parentless and all,” Henry added.

“Yea,” Bryan muttered as he was more determined to change his status now.

The conversation ended there, but Bryan sat with Henry during lunch and dinner, which were just scraps of bread. When night came, he didn’t want to sleep, but his heavy eye lids forced him to. And the next moment, he saw light; the ceiling lights of the factory.

“A dreamless night,” Bryan said happily to himself.

“You don’t get a chance to dream here. Exhaustion takes that privilege away,” Henry said as he stood hovering over him.

“Best you get up now, you overslept. Mr. Richards will whip the late ones,” Henry added and Bryan immediately scrambled to his feet.


The clock tower was still stuck, and people were starting to notice it. Though most of them did not know the significance of the clock, Anna found it strange when she met Matthew again, this time by the clock tower.

“Nice seeing you here,” Matthew said with a smile.

“Fate?” Anna asked.

“Surely!” Matthew answered immediately.

“Well, if we can remember this then I guess it truly is.”

“We most probably will. What time is it?” Matthew asked.

“Five forty five,” Anna answered after looking at her own watch on her wrist.

“Yea, well, I’ll see you in a bit then,”

“What do you mean?”

“Promise me lunch and I’ll share with you my theory,” Matthew said cheekily.

“Fine, if I remember,” Anna replied and in an odd dreamy state, she watched everything watered away.

The alarm clock by her bed rang for her to wake up, and she did. She headed to work as usual, but when lunch came, Matthew was at her office.

“Lunch? As promised?” Matthew said the moment he saw her.

Strangely, she remembered agreeing to it, and decided to go along the fate premise of their random meet ups.

“How do you know I would remember your offer?” Anna asked, after she handed their menus back to the waitress at the diner.

“I have this theory that our dreams aren’t just dreams. It’s actually another world by itself. A world we visit when we fall asleep.”

“What are you? A scientist or a writer?” Anna laughed.

“Not a scientist.”

“A writer with an overactive imagination then,” Anna stated.

“Actually, I’m a reporter.  NOW employed by the town press,” Matthew corrected. “But, I want to be a writer, its part of my dream.”

“Which dream? Normal dreams or parallel universe dreams?” Anna jokingly asked.

“You don’t believe me don’t you?”

“No, not really.”

“Then how do you explain us meeting in our dreams?”

“Fate? As you suggested?”

“Fate is one thing, repetitive people and dreams are a different thing. Tell me you have not had a repetitive dream before.”

“Well, not really repetitive.” Anna wasn’t sure if meeting Bryan every year was considered repetitive.

“No revisiting of the same places, or the same events, and even the same people?”

“Well, I see my son every year, on his birthday,” Anna said softly.

“You have a son?”

“Yes, but he’s not with me. I don’t know where he is, really.” Anna paused, thinking if she should share this part of her life with a man she barely knew. But deep down inside her, she was hoping his theory was true.

“Well, maybe now you can find him. But you have to do it after five twenty seven.”


“Don’t you realize we remember everything after five twenty seven?”

“No, not really.”

“Well, we do. And if that’s the case, we don’t have much time, because we usually wake up before six.”

Anna was starting to think Matthew was a nut case, but what he said made sense, or at least it gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, she could actually remember information to find her son. And if so, she might just have to take a sick leave one day and sleep in.

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