Title- Moth wings and Paper cranes Trilogy- Book 1 God Shuffled His Feet.
Disclaimer- I dinnae own it, I make no money- in fact I'm really quite broke. Some places mentioned are real, don't own them either, if it's familiar then I can't really say it's mine. All characters are JKR's though for writing's sake I played with the personalities a bit.
Pairings- main= SS/RL others= JP/LP OC/NB SB/LM (if they're in that order they stay in that order in you get my drift…dinnae like? Dinnae read.)
Warnings- M/M HET DUMBLEDOR BASHING IMPILIED MPREG
Authors Note: Here we go again! I'm on a bit of a roll now! Three chapters in one night? Not too shabby if I don't say so myself! This one is rather short though, so I suppose it ain't too much of a push- but remember, this is a set up for the next book!
CHAPTER 2 – THE PSYCHIC
WORD COUNT- _______ APROX.
Sybil sat alone in her tower staring out of the window, cup of tea in her hand. She had no idea why she was there. Couldn't remember last time she had had a vision of any form. Placing her cup down, she rubbed her hands together to stave off the cold in her room. She stood and walked over to the mirror. And that's when Sybil Trelawney collapsed.
The First flash was of pure blinding light, obliterating everything around her, smashing her to her knees.
The next was the cries of a young child, calling out into the now dark surrounding. Then snow, and great metal structures racing towards the sky. People, Hundreds and thousands of people everywhere.
She saw the headmaster scribbling furiously, mixed with blurring images of a group of adults and a young child huddled together as others pushed and shoved them out of the way.
Albus Dumbledore smiling knowingly before approaching an odd glass contraption.
A child screamed again. The soft hushings of a mother and father. A Christmas tree.
She was lying on her back staring up at the ceiling, tears pouring down her face,
"Poor little chicken…" she whispered, "Poor little soul.."
Sybil knew that she could stay here no longer, as she threw her possessions into a large carpet bag and shrugged on her coat. She only wished she knew who she had seen. She wished she could warn them.