CHAPTER 1 – ALBUS' ASSIGNMENT
"Predict your own death, using any Divinitation method you choose" Pahh! The final NEWT level divinitation assignment was typical of the whole subject through Albus Dumbldore, melodramatic and fuzzy. His younger brother had bet him that he could not achieve a O in all thirteen NEWT level subject offered at Hogwarts. It had not occurred to Albus as they shook on the ten galleon bet that this would mean he would have to not only take divination classes but possibly even listen in them.
Albus had been using a time turner to take almost twice the normal class load for five years five years now. He had adjusted to days that lasted up to thirty hours, and the student body had stopped questioning how it was that Albus seemed to be everywhere at once. He had never really thought there would be an assignment he could not do, but NEWT level divitation was making him rethink this statement.
There was a week left before Christmas holidays and all other students were furiously busy trying to complete assignments that Albus had breezed through. His relaxed attitude had infuriate his fellow Griffindores. When he had charmed the armchairs to sing a version of his favourite opera to amuse himself it has been the final straw for his fellow Head Girl, who told him in no uncertain terms not to leave the common room and go somewhere that was not the library and would not interrupt students who were required to study for their NEWTs.
He supposed their stress was normal after all there are not called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test for nothing. But for Albus, the results for most of his NEWTs seemed like a foregone conclusion; after all he had spent more time showing new spells to his Transfiguration Professor lately than actually learning anything.
NEWTs were easy for Albus, except for divinitation. He could just make something up, Merlin knew he had imagination enough to get him through the last six years of divination exams. But after meeting Cassandra Trelawney, who truly had the Sight, he felt slightly guilty about the causal way he had mocked her subject. There had to be a way to see the future without actually being able to "See" he mussed, and as he did so his eye caught on the silverly chain of the time turner, hanging out from his robes…
The stipulation controlling the use of time tuners is very strict, and wizards who mess with time have met with very sticky ends. Physically travelling into the future did not seem like a good idea. Also it would be difficult to know when and where to travel to for information about his death, and it seemed very rude to start pulling witches and wizards from time at random for an assignment. There had to be a way to observe the passage of time, and pick the time and the people to meet, although he did not know if it could be done and it had certainly never been done before. Sudenly Albus Dumbledore had a project for the holidays.