Sometimes you dream about things that have actually happened. Or which have yet to happen, and which punctually do. You're not sure why, but this gift of yours—if you want to call it that—was born during your 4th year at Hogwarts, inexplicably, for no reason, out of nowhere.

You've considered talking to the Divination teacher for advice, to see if there's something wrong with you, but in the end you've always opted not to, being afraid of being misjudged since usually your dreams are rather... dark.

Like tonight, for example. It's the first night at Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays in 5th year, and you're in tears. You shouldn't, given who that dream was about. But you can't help yourself.

Mattheo Riddle, the son of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. You have always hated each other, yet when in your dream you saw him being punished by his father on Christmas Eve, it moved something inside you. The Cruciatus curse. You wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even Mattheo, and seeing the scene in your sleep without having the chance to intervene caused a grisly feeling in your chest.

That is why your feet have moved on their own, and you’re now standing at the door of his dorm, your cheeks stained with tears as you knock. When he opens the door, sleepy, hair tousled, and rubbing his eye wearily, a spark of annoyance goes through him, and you can already expect a harsh response from your unexpected visit.

However, when he sees your tear-stained face studying him as if searching for any injury on his body, his expression falls. Instead, his voice comes out concerned as he takes an alarmed step towards you, "What happened?"