Ideals formed in his mind and were pursued but he was never quite able to achieve them. He reached for the shampoo, rubbed it into his scalp and refle...ted on some of his failures. The litany was well-worn, frequently pondered over in moments of frustration and loneliness. He had no difficulty in calling them to mind. There was the very first one, a girl with a reputation. Harry took her to the cinema, guided her into the back row, which she seemed to expect. She waited for the lights to dim. He also knew Hermione and Ron were determined to go with him. He thought about running for it but he knew they would track him down because he had already disclosed where he was going to go. Godrics Hallow was where it all started for him. That is where Voldemort had killed his parents and tried to kill him. Harry laid down in his bed staring at the shadows the street lights made through the window. Hedwig was off hunting in the night for some mice. All of the sudden Harry heard a loud crash. She hadn't actually fainted, just sort of gone weak in the knees. "That boy over there. You have to help me meet him. It's important." "Why? Are you going to marry him?" I said somewhat jokingly. But I knew I couldn't simply laugh away one of these visions. My daughters have had several and they were never laughing matters. The ones Missy and her three female cousins have are always significant. "Maybe. I don't know. But I do know I'll never have children by any other man!" The young. I have often been told I am beautiful by my lovers and admirers I could feel that they meant it. I am shorter than him but my lines have been cut to show my female form. But I knew deep down that we were never meant to be, for we came from different worlds. I knew I had a station in life, and he had one as well, and we were never created to be together or share our lives.However, I could not help feeling the way I did about him. Any woman who saw him would feel the same way. If only we could.