After that dream, June found herself dreaming of the Manor, of the alabaster boy, and the young elf over and over again in the course of half a year. And yet again, she woke up with a start.

   Sitting up straight, she looked around her room. It was her normal room, the one that's the size of her closet in her dream, and one she shared with her eldest sister.

   Her eyes wandered over to the unfinished painting seated on the easel by the window. Her drawing table was across the room. Her small library was nothing in comparison to her dream one.

   "Ah, real world," she laughed.

   "What are you mumbling about?"

   Her sister was sitting on the bay window, doodling whatever she was watching outside.

   "I'd have woken you up, but you looked like you were enjoying your dream."

   "Dream, oh yeah, my dream. I was, I guess."

   She couldn't remember the exact details of the dream apart from the things that repeated like the room, the people she met, and the colors that surrounded her.

   She rolled forward, feeling the ache in her legs that had been present in the dream too. Dull muscle pains that only ever occurred when she wasn't well-rested.

   "Ever felt like a dream was so real that it feels as though you hardly slept?"

   Her sister glanced up at her as she continued to stretch her aching body.

   "Jeanne, you listening?"

   Jeanne hesitated to answer the previous question, so instead changed the topic.

   "You had another strange dream?"

   "Yeah... it's about..." June glanced up, meeting her sister's eyes, "That place again. I'm sometimes in a different part of the house, but it's the same house. Always."

   She waited for her older sister to say something. Jeanne turned away to refocus on her doodling.

   "Best to just not remember it, you know. Let sleeping dogs lie, as they say."

   "You know me, I like a bit of mystery-solving every now and again."

   Jeanne chuckled, "Well, you'll never get any sleep that way."

   "Not as if I've been actively thinking of it before, yet it's been repeating-"

   The door to the room slammed open.

   "Wake up sleepy- oh, you guys are awake. Good. Jon! Bring out the guns!"

   Soon as the instruction was made, an out-of-sync and disharmonious duo barged into the room with a loud birthday song.

   Juniper clapped her hands together, "Oh yeah!" Quick to follow, she joined the unpracticed choir to greet the eldest a very merry birthday.

   The festivities continued through the day, forcing any thoughts of the dreams to the back of their minds.

   Her own birthday came the next month and again, she fell into a dream she couldn’t understand.

   She was eight, for sure this time.

   “Look June, snow!”

   A scrawny, stringy boy grinned at her; she grinned back as a reflex. She didn’t know where she was but home felt like a good word to describe the feeling bubbling inside of her. He made her feel at home.

   June crouched to roll herself a tight snowball, ready to throw at him.

   “Aha!” Came a voice so loud, she dropped the snow. “I’ll get you first, Junie!”

   The declaration came from a girl with long beautiful dark hair. 

   A thought that resembled a memory played in her mind, “Oh, Juniper and Pansy, you look very much like sisters standing beside each other like that!”

   Before Pansy could fling her thoroughly packed snowballs right at June, a series of them came hurling down from the air.

   “Not if I get you first!” A pale young Draco sniggered.

   Juniper laughed at the sight of the two of them having fun.

   “It’s nice, isn’t it,” the boy from earlier walked over to her, “I wish it stays like this forever.”

   Upon closer look, Juniper knew who he was, but the dream blurred away as she woke back into her reality. And again, she forgot about her dream.

   Spring was regrettably forgettable as nothing, in particular, happens in the spring, apart from Julianne's abrupt lunch invitation to Juniper.

   "What's up," June sat across from her older sister in a cafe they often dined in.

   Julie glanced around, rather suspiciously for June's liking.

   "I had a strange dream," Julie whispered while extremely leaning into the table.

   The space between her face and her food was practically nonexistent.

   "Okay," June mimicked her. "But why are we whispering about it?"

   Julie retreated, lightly slamming her back into the chair. She crossed her arms and scrunched her brows.

   "What?" Eager to know, June succumbed to her sister's uncharacteristic mysteriousness.

   "Remember those dreams you keep having and keep trying to tell us about, but you can never fully remember them?" Julie tightened her arms against herself. "You remember right... I had one too."

   She was back to whispering.

   "But why are we whispering about it?" June said in her normal indoor voice.

   Julie finally relaxed. "I don't know."

   She started to dig into her food while June sipped on her drink.

   "Just, you know, it's so weird. Like, it feels so real?"

   "I mean, that's what vivd dreaming is supposed to be like," June argued.

   "Yeah, but like, sometimes, I wake up and I think, that- that dream- actually happened. Like a memory."

   June spurted her drink as she tried not to laugh, "Please. If I was a witch, I'd be rich."

   "I'm being serious here," Julie poked at her food with her fork.

   "So am I. Listen, if my dreams are real, I'd be Draco Malfoy's... cousin or other. Which would mean, you are too. But look here."

   June brought out her phone. A moment later, a photo of Tom Felton was flashing on the screen.

   "This. And this. No way we're cousins. He's too handsome for our plebeian selves."

   "Speak for yourself," Julie chuckled.

   Passing it off as a joke the rest of the day, Julie's dream was soon no longer a topic of interest.

   And spring passed by with its beautiful flowers and green trees then replaced with sunnier days.