Series: Crystal; Ice; Beauty...

Chapter: 1/?; Prologue; "Swiftly go the days..."

Author: Shiro

Rating for Chapter: PG (speaks of loss/depression)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter or his magickal items as of thus far. I do not intend to infringe upon copyright, nor do I claim to own anything but the twisted thoughts inside my head.

Summary: He sat down heavily on his bed in order to get comfortable to read the long rambling sentences of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Featuring: Harry; Hedwig.

Spoilers: up through Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings/Author's Notes: Warnings are thus for this chapter: Spoiler for OOTP; and I do not use a beta most times I write. This might have a few typos or a few grammatical "problems" but it shouldn't be too bad as I have a couple friends read it over to make sure it makes sense. If it doesn't, just let me know, I will edit it. :) enjoy the read, and please review! Thank you!


["Sunrise, Sunset; Sunrise, Sunset;

Swiftly, go the days;

Sunrise, Sunset;

You wake up then you undress;

It always is the same."

-Brand New "Sunrise, Sunset"]

The screech of his snowy owl, Hedwig, woke him from his concentration on levitating and spinning a pencil over his desk using just his mind. His concentration gone, the pencil dove point down toward the desktop, his hand shooting out due to Quidditch reflexes and catching the object mid-hurtle. He set the writing utensil down, forgotten for the time being as he threw open the window hinges into the pitch black night. It was a night almost alike to those where he would sit in complete silence, waiting for a response from his Godfather, Sirius Black, to some correspondence he had sent to the fugitive in hiding.

Of course, these thoughts, once accepted into his mind were extremely hard to lose seeing as Sirius had passed through the veil in a Ministry room not three months before. Immediately, the thoughts sent him to retrieve Hedwig and shut the windows again quickly. He left his pain on the back burner and instead took the note, or rather "letter", from the owl before passing her some treats, then fastening her back in her cage with dinner and water. He unfolded the parchment: it was from Dumbledore then. No one else used what looked to be ancient paper; Molly used scented paper; Lupin used scraps of parchment strung together; Hermione, Ron, and everyone else who seemed to be in his generation used white parchment. He sat down heavily on his bed in order to get comfortable to read the long rambling sentences of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Harry—

It hasn't escaped my attention that you are well into your summer vacation, however your pining for information will prove satiated as you will be received into the open arms of the Order by tomorrow night. There has been information regarding both your and my attentions, and so will be discussed upon your arrival.

Yours,

Dumbledore; Hogwarts Headmaster; Order of Merlin, 1st Class