In a little village somewhere up in the English countryside, the golden sun had just set
over the pale blue hills. A baby girl sat awake in her crib with her curly, brown bangs
streaming down the sides of her face. The lights were off, and the gentle sounds of
breathing in the next room could be heard through the walls. Her bright blue eyes were
fixed on the full moon, with a stare that seemed more intelligent than it should be.
-TIME CHANGE-
The bell struck twelve at a nearby church in the village, and suddenly a very bright light
flooded the little girl's room. The grandfather clock that stood in the corner was glowing
with an ethereal shine. There was an even brighter flash of light and an old man appeared
in front of the clock. The stranger turned and looked the girl in the eyes; with his own a
hard grey. He walked leisurely over to her and picked her up. He placed her on the floor
in front of the clock. "I am Time," said the man. "I have the power to give you prophecies
of whatever I choose." He examined the girl closely. "You look promising. Very smart,
it seems, and ambitious too. You will receive prophecies of a boy who has the power to
change the course of this Earth. The boy who lived."
Suddenly a young man burst through the door and pointed his wand at Time, for indeed
this was a family of wizards. He had obviously been woken by Time's voice, and was
about to mutter a curse at the intruder in his home.
"What are you going to do to me?" said Time mockingly. "You are but a mere mortal,
and I, well, I am far more than that."
The curse died on the father's lips. "How are you here? I have wards put in place. Don't
think you'll get away- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY DAUGHTER?"
"Statudam lashindis sonoristra." whispered Time. The father's left hand pulled him
violently to the ground. It had turned to stone. The man was shocked.
"Who are you?" demanded the father. "Why are you here?"
Time stood still for a moment, contemplating the sight before him. "I am called many
things. You would call me Time."
The man raised his wand again, preparing to fire a hex. Time looked at the man
sadly. "You have left me no choice. To hurt me, you must hurt your daughter. She will
instead of seeing be my hostess. It is time I was bound again. My powers are in need of
rest." Time transformed into a black mist and seeped through the girl's ears and nose. The
girl's eyes flickered grey, and then the father was turned into stone.
-10 YEARS LATER-
Lennette Meadows sat at her old wooden desk. She was documenting a dream in her
black and gold lined journal. Lennette often had seizures, and with the seizures came
dreams. The dreams were all focused around one thing though, a boy. Every time she
had a dream she would place her fingertips on the book and mutter a spell, survaris
cugitarion, to store it in the book. She did not know how she could do this without
having a wand yet, but she did know that she knew it from her 'guest', as he liked to call
himself.
Lennette had only just finished storing the dream when her mother called up to
her. "Lennette, the mail just arrived. Can you please get it? I'm in the middle of a floo
with your cousin Robert."
Lennette got up and replied, "Okay." She stomped down the stairs and walked over to the
door. She bent down and picked up three letters.
The first one was a bill. The second was a progress report from the Department of
Mysteries about her father. Same news as last time, 'Still believed to be dead. Most likely
irreversible.' The third was- Lennette's hand trembled with excitement.
"My letter! My Hogwarts letter!" she shouted excitedly. She tore it open and read it, her
eyes getting wider with each sentence. Underneath the first letter and the list of required
books were two more. One was written by Professor Dumbledore asking if he may tell
the other professors about her epilepsy, and the other was written by Madame Pomfrey
notifying her that she will have her own room in the hospital wing for the aftermath
of the more severe seizures, and for during the two days surrounding the full moon.
Lennette rushed into the living room to tell ask her mother if she could use Archibald, the
family owl, to reply to Professor Dumbledore's letter.
Lennette's mother sat up violently. "From who? You got your letter! I will talk to you
later Robert." She stood up and Lennette gave her the letters. She read them over and
smiled. "Yes, you may use Archibald."
Lennette grabbed the letters and rushed up to her room. She pulled out one of her many
quills and grabbed some ink and parchment then began to write.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I am responding to the letter about whether or not you may tell the other teachers about
my epilepsy. I think it would be best if you did tell them. Some seizures are far worse than
others and if I have one, I really don't want to be pulled off to the side and questioned.
I was wondering how my secret can be kept from the other students. It is very
hard to keep something secret that you cannot control. Around when I am about to have
a seizure my eyes turn grey. That is the only warning, and there is no telling exactly how
long it will be until the seizure starts. Sometimes they're grey for days before my seizures
happen. One thing I have noticed though is that the longer my eyes are gray before the
seizures, the worse the seizures are.
Sincerely,
Lennette Celeste Meadows
Lennette put down her quill and folded it up neatly, then took out an envelope and slid
the letter in. She scrawled Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor
Dumbledore on the outside. She thumped down the stairs and out into the back garden.
Archibald was perched lazily on his favorite branch.
"Archibald, I have a letter for you to deliver." said Lennette sweetly. Archibald opened
one eye slowly, and then slowly closed it again. "When you get back I will give you a
big, juicy sausage." Lennette offered. This woke Archibald up. He loved sausage. "Yah,
that right. Sausage." Lennette walked over to him and tied the letter to his foot. He soared
off in the direction of Hogwarts.