Title: Rhapsody

A/N: My first fic…please try not to laugh TOO loudly at me ^_^

"If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you it's yours…if it doesn't it never was…."

Prelude in G Major

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The room was dark. Eerily so. However, dark as it might be, it was far from silent; from the middle of the room, a faint bubbling noise could be heard, punctuated by chuckling now and then. From the corner, a faint hissing.  It also smelled…awkward, rather like chocolate ice cream mixed with dead skin and sulfur.

It suddenly brightened, the silhouette of a man was cast against a wall—glistening with snakes—lifting a cauldron away from green flames. The snakes moved, the cauldron fell back onto the fire, spilling…flames licking at darkness.

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Village Destroyed in Mysterious Fire

Tom Riddle

Late last night, the village Garn was consumed by green flames. There are no survivors, unless they be the uncanny number of snakes seen fleeing from the ashes. Outraged relatives of the victims were seen pounding at the Ministry's doors, demanding to know why they had ignored the warnings of numerous (2) diviners. On the other hand, the Centaurs have apparently vanished, apparently they, at least, are sensible of the dangers, and  a few high ranking members of said Ministry have been seen wandering around in forests, trying to locate Centaurs, in an effort to learn some more about the event. Needless to say, this is futile, but the Author will allow the Members to hold onto their illusions…caveo.

Dippet paused, delicately dropping the paper into the fire…his tilted his head, pondering the implications of the article, perhaps it was time to retire? Taking a peek into a nearby teacup (he had always been fond of divination) he nearly fainted at the sight of the horrendous blob looking back at him—yes, it was definitely time to retire. Heaving out of the plushy sofa, the venerable Professor Dippet, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, plodded out of his study to locate Professor Dumbledore.

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          The screams of over 200 students could be heard as the lights suddenly began to flicker dramatically, and thunder rolled across the Great Hall. A booming voice drawled "THE WINGS OF AZRAEL ARE UPON THE SCHOOL." And everything stopped, the lights came back on, revealing a smug looking Professor Dippet, and an annoyed faculty.

"Ahem. Well, that was certainly unexpected, yet, it only confirms my suspicions. Those of you, in advanced divinitation will, I'm sure, realize, that the Wings of Azrael is a prophesy of doom. Clearly, were I to remain the Headmaster of this school, disaster will soon strike. In light of this, and other warnings, I have deemed it expedient for me to retire posthaste. Although, reluctant to abandon all you fine young students, I must, place your safety, and the bests interests of the school, before my own desires. Yes, so, with mixed feelings of joy and regret, in, heh, equal scale weighing delight and dole, I present to you, your new headmaster, Albus Dumbledore; Long may he…er…headmaster. " Professor Dippet beamed, and plopped back down into his seat.

A skeptical silence followed the announcement. Followed by snickering. Professor Dippet had the grace, to blush.

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A/N: Hmm, feel free to correct my Latin. Don't really have much to say about this…Oh yes, and if you see any grammar mistakes/mistakes in general, please tell.

To Come: Lily Evans.