Dumbledore
gazed in on the two teenagers residing at Hogwarts for a week before
school. Harry had caused it to hail in
the living room making it impossible for him to stay at 4 Privet Drive due to
Vernon's lack of understanding. He
really hadn't meant to! But
nevertheless, he was at his favorite place in the world. Hermione on the other hand wasn't given an
option. The death eaters had struck
again, on her family. Luckily, Hermione
had been visiting Ron and all of the other Weasley's at that particular
time. There is no other way that she
could have survived the Avada Kedavra curse…or could she. Dumbledore simply couldn't figure out the
answer as of yet. He needed more
time. Would there be enough time? There was so much to tell these two, but it
would have to wait. The time wasn't
right, yet. Dumbledore retreated away
from the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Hermione were sleeping after a
night full of getting reacquainted.
After the Triwizard tournament last year Harry had withdrawn himself
from everyone. He wouldn't talk to
anyone; he was lost in his own world.
Many were worried that Harry would never recover from Cedric's death and
the resurrection of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Maybe it was too much for him?
Dumbledore thought that those factors made a little sense. He actually believed that Harry had
withdrawn from everyone he loved because he didn't want to see Voldemort attack
the ones nearest him. It would have
been too cruel. If only the boy knew…he
will know…I will just have to tell them that it is time to put fate into the
proper hands. Tomorrow of course. Neither of these two have had a good nights
rest for a long time. And Merlin knows
how much they are in need of it.
Dumbledore had reached his office and saw Minister of Magic Arthur
Weasley standing nest to an alarmed Fawkes.
"Dumbledore,
I need to talk to you"
"What
is this impromptu meeting all about Arthur?"
"Well,
as you probably already know, we have heard light of some dragons that simply
can't be found. You wouldn't think that
this has anything to do with....."
"I
don' t know. I wouldn't think so. But with Voldemort and the rising dark
prince Angleton, we can't be sure. We
need to strengthen all of the mandatory wards within our world. Nothing is safe anymore."
"But
surely, the legion is doing everything in their powers!"
"We
are still missing some very important keys though. Arthur, you do trust me, don't you."
Here
there became a slight pause. The room
was deathly silent when they heard a very prominent knock on the door leading
into Dumbledore's office.
"Come
in"
The
door opened and in came Harry, Hermione, and .......Ron.
"Ron! What in Merlin's beard are you doing here at
Hogwarts? Didn't I tell you to stay
home and get Fred and George to pack their trunks? Explain yourself right now young man or else..."
"It
isn't his fault Mr. Weasley!"
interrupted Harry.
Dumbledore's
eyes began to widen and lose their familiar twinkle as he saw Harry's lips move
to say exactly what he had feared.
"It's
Voldemort."
A/N: Well, what do you think so far? Should I continue? This is actually my prologue but as to not confuse anyone I
decided to just keep it as plain old Chapter One. I am really excited to write this story! Anyways, read and review! Toodles
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Hedwig23