It was a cloudy day.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office all alone.

He looked up from his book and looked around his office impatiently. He sighed and threw the book aside-it was no use.

The day was becoming more and more darker by the day….He heard thunder in the sky-He felt thrilled for some reason he could not explain to himself.

Unconcsiously, He reached for his cloak and put it on and went out of his office.

And headed for the grounds. Few students were running out of the rain pouring in to the great hall,probably just finished their quidditch practice,thought Dumbledore.

It was a pity indeed.None of these kids wanted to sit and enjoy the rain.

Dumbledore kept on walking.He stopped at the middle of the grounds and looked aroun him.Yes,the grounds were empty as the rain was coming down quite heavily now...his hair was already dripping wet.

Dumbledore opened his arms wide and raised his eyes to the heavens...aaaaah it was soo beautiful and refreshing.He couldnt really explain why he was feeling so happy...

It would be time for dinner soon.He lowered his arms and looked in front of him.

Across the lake there was a black-haired boy in red quidditch robes doing exactly the same thing Albus was doing a moment ago.The boy lowered his arms and looked at Dumbledore.And smiled.

Dumbledore felt himself beaming back at him.Ah, that boy...why,that boy is just like him.