I went to bed late that night. I was also still wearing my necklace. Drawings of wolves, owls, lions, and tigers were scattered everywhere. I fell asleep thinking about my necklace. Thinking about why only I could hear the sadness in my father's voice. I knew I had to do some research but when I tried looking something up in a book I couldn't find anything.
I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that the weeping willow my brother took me to was dangerous. I dreamt it change your personality if you were under the branches. Was this why Scorpius wasn't scared of the wolves and I was? After all I loved wolves. I woke up suddenly, I knew the dream wasn't fake, I mean how could it be my brother seemed different under the branches. So did I.