Darkness of Days—Prologue
Dumbledore sat starkly in his office, which had only one candle burning fitfully on the desk. It was dark outside so the light shone brilliantly, reflecting off his half-mooned spectacles. Behind them his blue eyes sparkled as if in deep thought and recollect.
For the past five years things had been growing even more difficult. Already one student had lost his life and many were so changed that they would never be able to forget. Also an innocent man had lost his life whilst trying to save the life of people who had believed his guiltiness. Harry, in particular, had been devastated…along with Lupin, who had been close friends with the so-called murderer.
Dumbledore sighed. So many things had happened and each year it was worse. The last had been most difficult, so Dumbledore could only imagine the events and devastations that would come this year. More heartache and more sorrow: those two were certain. Most likely trust and distrust…and probably unstable friendships would be made on unstable ground.
'All in all it will be a good year.' Dumbledore smiled at his cheerful joke, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it. Dumbledore looked up and only then did he notice the owl at the window. Silently he stood. He quietly read the letter under his breath, the cool night air licking the corners of the parchment. When he was done he folded the letter and went back to sit down. Taking a quill and a piece of parchment he muttered, "It is time."
A/N: Should I continue posting...? -sigh-