A/N: This is my first try at a serious fic, so forgive me. This takes place in Dumbledore's fifth year @ Hogwarts… Tell me if I should do a sequel… Enjoy!
Albus's eyes shot open, showing him a gray, misty morning, surely one that promised to be horrific. He curled his frail, fifteen-year-old body as tightly as he could, desperate to keep the cold of the morning away from him.
Albus Dumbledore was a quiet child, with fair skin, and large gray eyes that seemed to have the power to welcome others, and make them run off, terrified. That was basically all Albus liked about his looks. His light blonde hair fell in wisps around his head, usually right in front of his eyes. Albus was very smart, but because of his shyness, had a very small circle of friends. Probably his best friend would have to be Nicolas Flammel, a Tall, gangly boy who happened to also be in Gryfinndor. Albus remembered how before he went to Hogwarts, everyone thought of him as a sure Hufflepuff, without much potential. Now that Albus had been in Gryffindor for the past five years, he was determined to become a powerful wizard, despite what most of his family and friends thought. But not Nicolas. Albus had never seen him doubt anybody, but he was never sure why Nicolas had taken a liking to him… maybe it was just pity.
As Albus opened his eyes again, he saw a pair of bright brown eyes, staring down at him from the top bunk.
"Hey, Al, you ready for breakfast?" Nick asked good naturedly, always excited at the thought of food.
"Oh, just a minute, Nick, its not even six yet!" Albus grinned, burrowing down into his blankets before jumping out of bed, changing into his robes quickly, before he had a chance to get cold. Apparently, he seemed to have been loud, for Cornelius Fudge in the other bed stirred and opened his small, blue eyes. His blonde hair, slicked back as usual, was to what Cornelius thought perfect.
"Go back to bed, you two." Cornelius said, barely caring to open his eyes. Nick flashed a devilish grin towards Albus, and then turned to the bunk where Cornelius was.
"Whatever you say, Corn," Cornelius rolled over and faced Nick, eyes glittering dangerously. "What'd you call me? Albus, what'd he call me?" Albus tried to control laughter, and Nick started to laugh to himself. Everyone knew that Cornelius HATED to be called Corn, for obvious reasons, but everyone did so anyway. Cornelius's eyes glittered, now brighter than before, "Say that again…" but Albus could no longer control his laughter, and burst out, surely waking everyone in the other dorms.
Nick and Cornelius broke out in laughs also, for no apparent reason. That's how squabbles usually ended up in that room, since the three all got along strangely well.
Eight-o-clock came again, and the three filed down to the great hall for breakfast. As they entered, the smell of delicious Hogwarts breakfast wafted into their sinuses, making Albus hungrier than before. As he sat down, he saw Nick glance wistfully over towards another table, where seventh year Perenelle was laughing with her friends. Albus knew that Nick always had a crush on her since they started Hogwarts, but being two years older, Nick never brought up the courage to talk to her. Actually, everyone, it seemed, in Hogwarts knew this, except for Pernelle. Nick tore his gaze off of her and glanced down at his waffles.
Owl post came again, always giving Corn about four letters from his rich parents in Scotland. Nick would occasionally receive a letter or a package from his father, but poor Albus had never gotten anything from his parents, or anybody, for that matter. He didn't even own an owl. Today, though, a large barn owl swooped down and dropped a package at his feet. Albus was overcome with joy at the mysterious box, which showed no evidence of where it was from.
"What do you think it is, Al?" Nick asked enviously, and Albus tore the packing open. Inside was a small, perfectly smooth egg, with little brown dots.
"Weird," He whispered, cradling the egg in his hands. "I wonder kind of egg it is." Nick shrugged, and began to eat, but Albus was too excited. Holding the egg securely, he rushed back to his room to put the egg in his bed.
A/N: I don't like it much, but that's me. Gimme a break, I thought of it at four in the morning! Oh well, Review, tell me what you think, whether I should post a sequel. It's kinda dull, if you ask me, but I know how to make it interesting if I do a sequel… Grin, please review anyhow.
-StarFig