Deep in the bowels of the safest magical place on earth, he sat tinkering
with on eof the odd instruments that were always in motion on his desk.
They all that their purposes, decorative or no. But for all of the variety
they served, both physically for decoration as well for their purpose, they
all now shared acommon trait: they were all going berserk.
They had apparently seemed to pick up some odd signal that made their usual monitoring of the magical energy around them in the world go completely off the charts. He knew this could mean something incredible was happening, and whether it was bad or good was yet to bedetermined.
He had learned and knew well enough by now that magic moves in strange and unpredictable ways, and very few undertood it, and ever fewer could correctly predict its movements, much less anything at all. He understood it. And could use his vast experience on the subject to correctly predict its movements.... hopefully. But he had never, ever seen something like this before. The recorded energy readings were picing up something that contained the most amazing properties: the bending of time and reality itself.
Different realities exist in pleanty in the known magical world; and witches and wizards cross through them. They also divided the muggle world and the wizarding world from each other. But the intentions of this massive force seemed more focused not on the bending of the realities, but on the twisting of time.
Therefore, great things could be permentently changed by the smallest of tweaks here an there, at the whim of whatever, or more imporantly, whoever was behind this time-alter force.
And unfortunitely he had a good idea of exactly who was behind it, and a pretty good iea of what kind of effects they could bring forth with their temperment.
"Muggles have their computer viruses, we wizards and witches just have to wait and see what the most powerful sorcer of the century will do when he gainst absolute control over all that is now and what has gone before." He paused, scratching his long beard, deep in contemplatin of the effects of Voldemorts attack. "And after," he added in afterthought.
He sat back down at his desk, done with checking that his insturments were actually perdicting what he though they were and not on self-distruct path instead. Lacing his fingers together, he touched his trusty wand uncertainly, then with a sigh, turned the loudspeaker on.
"Will all the present staff of Hogwarts please come to m office immediately."
It wasn't a question.
With another deep, calming breath he turned the loudspeaker off, he waited patiently for all the alarmed staff and resident professors to finish scrambling up the stairs to his office before swiveling in his chair and turning to face them.
"People," Dumbledore began a bit uncertainly. "We have a bit of a problem." They all looked confused. Their headmaster was notorious for making things run smoothly for years, and they didn't think he was about to stop now. "Boldemort is still at large, apparently." he waited a moment for all the staff that were not already aware of this to stop gagging for breath. The rest waited, some holding their breath, caught in the urgency of the moment.
"And he is now messing with the essence of time...." Progessor Magonagall and Professor Snape looked at each other uncertainly.
"So?" Professor Trewlony interjected. "What's so drastic about that?" she asked impatiently, not bothering to use her usual misty voice.
"Shouldn't you know?" Professor Magonagall asked unpleasently, sneering at the so-called 'Seer'.
"But what is his purpose? What could he possily want that's in the past?"
Professor Flitwick piped up from his tiny height, effectively cutting off another infamous argument between the two professors.
"In theory he could alter the past to resore his former forces, not to mention to return to his old height of power...." Dumbledore stated, cleaning his spectacles. The rest gulped. But we're expected that. He's evil, but... He could've done that all earlier if he chose."
"Yes, then... why is he bothering with it now?"
For a long time there was silence. It was till summer, but thankfully it was cool in the Headmaster's office. The suns beams moved slowly in the late afternoon light.
"There must be something he wants." Dumbledore breathed at last.
"Or someone." Professor Snape said, looking Dumbledore straightin the eye, making the older wizard stiffen as the meaning behind the Potion Master's words sunk in.
"Oh, shit." The headmaster finally admitted uncharteristically, catching on.
"Uh-huh." Snape agreed. The rest could only stare in bewildered silence.
They had apparently seemed to pick up some odd signal that made their usual monitoring of the magical energy around them in the world go completely off the charts. He knew this could mean something incredible was happening, and whether it was bad or good was yet to bedetermined.
He had learned and knew well enough by now that magic moves in strange and unpredictable ways, and very few undertood it, and ever fewer could correctly predict its movements, much less anything at all. He understood it. And could use his vast experience on the subject to correctly predict its movements.... hopefully. But he had never, ever seen something like this before. The recorded energy readings were picing up something that contained the most amazing properties: the bending of time and reality itself.
Different realities exist in pleanty in the known magical world; and witches and wizards cross through them. They also divided the muggle world and the wizarding world from each other. But the intentions of this massive force seemed more focused not on the bending of the realities, but on the twisting of time.
Therefore, great things could be permentently changed by the smallest of tweaks here an there, at the whim of whatever, or more imporantly, whoever was behind this time-alter force.
And unfortunitely he had a good idea of exactly who was behind it, and a pretty good iea of what kind of effects they could bring forth with their temperment.
"Muggles have their computer viruses, we wizards and witches just have to wait and see what the most powerful sorcer of the century will do when he gainst absolute control over all that is now and what has gone before." He paused, scratching his long beard, deep in contemplatin of the effects of Voldemorts attack. "And after," he added in afterthought.
He sat back down at his desk, done with checking that his insturments were actually perdicting what he though they were and not on self-distruct path instead. Lacing his fingers together, he touched his trusty wand uncertainly, then with a sigh, turned the loudspeaker on.
"Will all the present staff of Hogwarts please come to m office immediately."
It wasn't a question.
With another deep, calming breath he turned the loudspeaker off, he waited patiently for all the alarmed staff and resident professors to finish scrambling up the stairs to his office before swiveling in his chair and turning to face them.
"People," Dumbledore began a bit uncertainly. "We have a bit of a problem." They all looked confused. Their headmaster was notorious for making things run smoothly for years, and they didn't think he was about to stop now. "Boldemort is still at large, apparently." he waited a moment for all the staff that were not already aware of this to stop gagging for breath. The rest waited, some holding their breath, caught in the urgency of the moment.
"And he is now messing with the essence of time...." Progessor Magonagall and Professor Snape looked at each other uncertainly.
"So?" Professor Trewlony interjected. "What's so drastic about that?" she asked impatiently, not bothering to use her usual misty voice.
"Shouldn't you know?" Professor Magonagall asked unpleasently, sneering at the so-called 'Seer'.
"But what is his purpose? What could he possily want that's in the past?"
Professor Flitwick piped up from his tiny height, effectively cutting off another infamous argument between the two professors.
"In theory he could alter the past to resore his former forces, not to mention to return to his old height of power...." Dumbledore stated, cleaning his spectacles. The rest gulped. But we're expected that. He's evil, but... He could've done that all earlier if he chose."
"Yes, then... why is he bothering with it now?"
For a long time there was silence. It was till summer, but thankfully it was cool in the Headmaster's office. The suns beams moved slowly in the late afternoon light.
"There must be something he wants." Dumbledore breathed at last.
"Or someone." Professor Snape said, looking Dumbledore straightin the eye, making the older wizard stiffen as the meaning behind the Potion Master's words sunk in.
"Oh, shit." The headmaster finally admitted uncharteristically, catching on.
"Uh-huh." Snape agreed. The rest could only stare in bewildered silence.
