Weathered Memory
'It finally seems that the awful weather that has been plaguing the country for the last couple of weeks is finally lifting and experts are predicting the coming summer to break record temperatures, of course, this could mean we may be back to hosepipe bans across the South-East. I'll pass you on to Josie Parding for the report on the weather, no more rain showers this week, Josie?'
The camera panned across to a pretty, young, blonde woman, who smiled at her fellow presenter.
'No more showers of rain, Mike, but we have had reports from across the country of downpours of shooting stars! Astrologists have denied that we should be experiencing anything out of the ordinary in the night sky, but reports have been pouring in from as far North as York. Not only that, but many of our viewers have been reporting sightings of large numbers of owls during the day, although experts are at a loss to explain this odd behaviour in the usually nocturnal birds. Maybe the shooting stars are causing it.'
She allowed herself a broad grin before continuing, 'I don't know about further showers of stars but, I can promise you that the next week will be bright across the East of the country with only a few…'
A grey haired man looked up from where he was doing he crossword in front of the TV, the woman's words had triggered something in his mind.
Shooting stars…
Showers of owls…
"Bonfire night's not till next week, folks."
'It can't be,' he murmured softly in disbelief, 'not again-'
'Jim! Your tea's ready!'
His wife was calling from the kitchen and Jim McGuffin stood up, the seventeen year old memory already forgotten at the prospect of homemade cottage pie.
A/N: I''ve had this on file for ages, but never got round to posting it. It was going to a prologue to a Post-Hogwarts continuation, but I never got around to it. Hope it amuses people.
