(Hi there! A little AN to start off with. Jason is the Grandson of Sakura and Li, and, as such, has inherited their magical powers, which will later explain the reason for his magical prowess. Sakura and Li are not in this. Jason's family are my own characters - his dad, his brother, his mother, etc. The rest will be explained as the story goes on. Enjoy!)

I stood atop the battlements of a castle, wearing a strange outfit, a golden staff in my hand, a flying stuffed animal floating near me. In the air before me were a number of cards. I was aware that, once again, I was having the same dream. As always, a book appeared. It had a brown cover with the words 'The Book of Clow' on it. Below that, a picture of a great beast snarled at me above an image of the sun. The book opened, and darkness fell over me and a strange beeping began to sound.

"Jason!"

"Argh!" I shot up with a yell, clutching my alarm clock that had, once again, fallen on top of me. One of these days I was going to have to put it on the other side of the room.

"Jason!"

"Coming!" I shouted, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I knew from experience that my older brother wouldn't shout me again, he'd simply let me be late. Climbing out of bed, my mind turned once again to that strange dream. It had been plaguing me for the past nine months now, and I still had no idea what it meant. I pulled on my clothes and ran downstairs for breakfast.

"Look who's finally up," Tony teased as I walked in, a smirk on his face as he took a sip of his coffee. "You know, Jason, you made so much noise, it sounded like a dinosaur was coming down the stairs."

"Oh, shut up." I replied, going to sit at the table.

"Hey, I'm just saying. I'm lucky, really. How many people can say they have a dinosaur for a little brother?"

"I'm not listening." I said, looking to where the picture of our mother was in its usual place. "Good morning, Mum."

My mother had been dead for a long time now. She died when I was just a baby, but Dad kept plenty of photos of her and told me lots about her so I'd never forget. She was beautiful, with dark eyes and dark hair. She had been very intelligent, kind and caring, though a little clumsy. Unfortunately, I tended to take after her in the clumsy aspect. While athletic for my age, and sporty, I could be quite the klutz, something that I was always embarrassed about.

"Stop teasing your brother, Tony." Dad said, walking over with our breakfast.

"Thanks, Dad!" I said, tucking into the pancakes and syrup he placed in front of me. My Dad was a Professor at the local University, and very well known for his work. He also worked at the library, too. Tony also worked every temp job he could find, which wasn't much, so he had a morning paper round, too, to help with bills and other things. Even though he was only seventeen, he sometimes acted a lot older, especially where I was concerned.

Finishing my breakfast, I headed out for my morning run. Although I'd finished Primary School, I liked to keep fit. Jogging on, I soon reached the snobby area that was Privet Drive. I hated the houses here, not to mention the people. All the adults - and more than half the teenagers were full of themselves. Especially the family at Number Four. I had no idea who they were, but I'd seen their fat pig of a son causing trouble more than one for the little kids. As I passed Number Four, a skinny boy with glasses came out of the front door with a bag of rubbish, dragging it to the large bin. I glanced at him, wondering who he was. I'd never seen him before.

As I watched, the fat boy came out and 'accidentally' bumped into him, knocking him over, making him drop the bag, which split open, spilling the rubbish all over the driveway. There was a furious knocking on the living room window and the fat boy's father, equally as fat, poked his red face out o the window.

"Get that mess picked up boy!" he hissed angrily. "You'll mess up Petunia's flowers and dirty Dudder's new trainers!"

With that, he slammed the window shut, along with the curtains. I was astonished. He was treating the boy like dirt when it had clearly been his own son's fault!

The fat boy walked off, out of sight, not seeing me where I was. The other boy gave a sigh and began picking up the rubbish with a resigned expression. I felt so sorry for him that without realising it, I found myself picking up some rubbish and tossing it into the large black bin. He looked up, startled.

"He is such a fat head." I said, picking up some empty tin cans. "Every time I'm around here I see him picking on the other kids. Someone should stand up to him already."

"They're all scared of him." the boy replied, finishing the rest of the rubbish removal. "Thanks, by the way."

"You're welcome. I'm Jason, by the way. Jason Avalon."

"I'm Harry Potter." he said, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Harry. Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to finish my run and get home before my family worry. See you later!"

Waving, I jogged off home, where I saw balloons tied to the gate. I stopped dead. How could I forget? It was my eleventh birthday today!

Walking inside, I found Tony in the kitchen, making another coffee.

"Wait, where's Dad?"

"He had to go to the university. They found some book that they can't open and they want him to take a look at it."

"Oh. . ." I was disappointed. Dad's work kept him busy, but I'd hoped he'd be able to be there for my birthday.

The front door suddenly clicked shut.

"I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!" Tony called.

Dad walked in, holding a wrapped package to him.

"Dad! Is that the book?"

"Yes, it is. I'm going to look at it tonight."

I nodded, just as the post came through the letter box.

"I'll get it!" Running into the hallway, I scooped up the mail and began going through it. There were three letters for Dad, two for Tony. . . and one with my name on it.

I stared in shock at the strange, emerald green writing.

MR J AVALON THE FRONT BEDROOM NUMBER TWENTY THREE STAR LANE LITTLE WHINGING SURREY