The Unexpected Meeting
Sleep beckoned on Albus. He was stuffed to the brim, full of scrumptious food. He looked over to his dorm mates and was pleased with who he was sharing a room with. He and Marius were together, along with their favourite person, Fred Weasley. A well-known fourth year student, he and his twin sister Roxanne, were well taught by their father George, in creating mischief and succeeding in charms. They were virtually identical; only, Roxanne had kept her bright red hair slightly longer than Fred's. Along with Albus, Fred and Marius, was Fred and Albus's cousin, Louis Weasley, the only known male to have Veela blood. His blond wavy locks made Fred and Albus feel jealous, but his occasional red highlights reassured them that there was still Weasley blood in him. He was slender like his father, and had his face shape and nose. The rest of his features were like his mother's, the beautiful Fleur Delacour.
"I've invented a new flavour for Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans. It's…rosin. You know, for violin bows." Fred passed out the small bean shaped sweets. "Well, here's hoping!" Fred swallowed his sweet, looking at everyone else to do likewise. Albus put the sweet into his mouth and it tasted like soap mixed with glass shards. As he swallowed, it scratched down his throat, leaving a horrible after taste of sand-like substance.
"Well. That was…painful" replied Albus, being as courteous as possible. Being as sleepy as he was, Albus turned towards his bed and tucked himself under the warm covers. He fell asleep to the sounds of laughter and a smile on his face.
"I have seen into your heart Ronald Weasley and now it is mine," a slow, slithering voice came out from a cloud that had erupted from the locket. There was Ronald, a young, muscular, red-headed boy clutching a gleaming sword. The cloud swivelled and turned and out of nowhere appeared a head. Pale and frail, it at last had turned into a body, standing in the middle of a forest surrounded by masked people in hooded cloaks and it spoke. "Harry Potter, the boy who lived, now mercifully dies at the hand of the Dark Lord. Harry Potter, who many wizards and witches put their faith into, has shown his true colours. A cowardly boy! Who has come begging to die in front of the greatest wizard of all time!" There was a cold menacing laugh that pierced through Albus's body as he stood there and watched his father killed by the man who he thought he had recognised.
"No!" The unexpected sound rose up from his throat and the pale figure turned towards the sound. "Travers! Found out what that sound is! Lucius, go with him!"
"No need, my lord" Travers responded "Homenum Revelio" The man waited a few seconds before speaking again. "Over there, behind those bushes." Hands grabbed him from his front and Albus was dragged out and placed at the feet of the frail man.
"A boy! I have met you before, have I not? Albus isn't it?" He paced in front of Albus, never taking his eyes of him whilst Albus slowly pushed his hand towards his wand. "I know what you are thinking. Your power does exceed my own, but maybe by joining us, your power will increase. Imagine Albus, imagine! You would be joining one of the greatest collections of pure-blood wizards and witches, a secret society that would one day change the wizarding world for the better! Join us Albus, join us!" The pale man bent down and looked Albus straight in the eye with burning fire erupting from his iris. "The offer is yours," he stretched his hand out towards Albus.
The hand was cold to touch but Albus rose with his hand held onto the pale man's. The fiery eyes were burning brighter with delight and excitement whilst there lay Harry Potter on the forest floor, dead. Albus looked back at his father one final time, but knew what he had to do, he understood his destiny and where he belonged in the wizarding world.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Albus's eyes opened quickly as he saw Fred on fire, "Aguamenti!" he said, his voice croaky and shaky.
"Cheers Albus. I was just trying to talk to Dad through the fire grate but I have a feeling I burnt myself instead," Fred looked down to his clothes and looked surprised, "Wow! I did burn myself."
Albus nodded groggily and turned away from Fred. He heard Fred get back into his bed and fall asleep and Albus wished he could do the same. Try as he might, though, in the sudden darkness, Albus could not get back to sleep. The thought that he had joined forces with a man who had killed his father disturbed him. He thought he knew who he was but now he was certain, but why was he returning in his dreams? And what about the sudden vision of his father's scar hurting? What was that about?
He twisted and turned; saw his owl, Ares, sleeping lightly with all the other pets, read a book, counted sheep, but nothing worked. He could only think about the past two days and the dreams he had had. He could not believe he held the hand of the man who murdered his father. Shivers crept down Albus's back and he had a feeling of guilt buried deep down in his heart. He turned towards the corner of his bed, hid under the covers, and shed a single tear of innocence.
Dawn arrived, and the dorm was bustling with activity. It was Friday and third years were on an early morning walk for Herbology. Louis was singing, a pure rich sound floating out of his mouth, which made the atmosphere light and cheerful.
Albus dressed, gathered his books and got ready for his first day of lessons at Hogwarts.