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Ch. 1: The Dream
Ron Weasly's eyes snapped open as cold sweat dripped down the side of his face. The dream… it was so vivid. The piercing glacier blue eyes burned through his conscience and his chest tightened with emotion. What were these feeling raging inside him? He could lucidly remember his spindly fingers caressing the side of a wrinkled cheek, hot breath prickling his neck. The image of the fine silver hair pooling on his chest was almost tangible. He could bare it no longer.
In one swift movement, he ripped the sheets off his damp body and sprung to his feet. He was almost entangled by the crimson curtains hanging from his four poster bed but managed with a flail of his arms to free himself and desperately race down the stone steps. Past the common room, out the fat lady portrait and into the moonlight infused hallways. His heart pounded in his chest and his breath came out in ragged gasps. He leapt off the bottom step of the moving staircase and took the next spiraling flight up to the enormous mahogany door. At that point, he paused, emotion caught in his throat. The gargoyles stared menacingly.
"Lemon drop!" he shouted.
"Lies" the gargoyles hissed.
"But you don't understand!" he half cried "I've realized my purpose, my reason for being. I have to speak to professor Dumbledore!"
"Well alright then…" the one on the left mumbled, "have at it."
The heavy door slowly creaked open. Ron took a tentative step inside. He was instantly consumed by darkness.
A fear-filled moment passed before there was a click and light flooded the room. Albus Dumbledore lay perfectly still with his robe revealingly slipping off one shoulder. Fawkes was perched beside him and he stroked the bird in ease. The half-moon spectacles fit into the notch at the end of of his nose, allowing him to peek over them seductively.
"I've been expecting you, Ronald."