Chapter 5: The Future is History
It was a bright, sunny day at Hogwarts with a slight gloom on the Horizon. Everybody knew there will be a war sometime in the future, but they dismissed those thoughts, so they may concentrate on studies. Exams were just two days away. Some students were making their way to castle to head to the Great Hall for lunch. Most of the students were already in the Great Hall. Students that were in the Entrance Hall started to here a sound like a faint, distant thunder. Filch came running in immediately. He thought that a student was doing magic in the hallways, and he is always looking for rule breakers to have expelled, or worse; hang them in the dungeons by their wrists. He didn't like that the old punishments died. When Filch arrived in the Entrance Hall, he quickly left to find the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Some of the students let out a little scream at the site. This, naturally, attracted everyone in the Great Hall to Entrance Hall. A bolt of light flashed about five feet above the floor in the middle of the Entrance Hall; another, flashed. It was like a short piece of lightning, but no one knew how lightning could do that. Then more came. A ball of many circular lightning bolts formed. Albus Dumbledore arrived, and gave a little smile. He apparently knew what this meant. A fairly young boy with black, shoulder length hair fell from the ball of lightning. He landed face down with a sickening thud. Landyr Dral has arrived at Hogwarts one thousand years in the past.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Landyr said as he picked himself up.
"That's impossible. No one can use magic to appear in the castle from the outside world. I read that in 'Hogwarts, A History'," said a girl matter-of-factly.
"Quite right you are Miss. Granger. However, if one is already in Hogwarts, they can appear here," Landyr recognized the voice of Professor Dumbledore.
Landyr turned towards the girl's voice, and saw that it was Hermione Granger. She didn't have the war-torn look about her from the last time he saw her. Dumbledore stepped up to him, and then started to speak.
"Perhaps we should talk in my office," he said to Landyr quietly. "Everybody back into the Great Hall, and enjoy your lunch." His voice seemed magically louder when he said that.
Landyr thought that it was good that Professor Dumbledore found him, because he could not remember the way to the statue. At once the murmurings started as the students headed to the Great Hall.
"What was that thing?"
"He looks like a muggle."
"He can't be a muggle because he's here."
"I wonder where he came from."
"What did Professor Dumbledore mean?"
That was but a few of the repeated questions that Landyr heard as he followed Professor Dumbledore. They left the Entrance Hall to make way towards the secrete spiral staircase. Once there, he could see that the ruined statue he saw before was an ugly gargoyle to which Professor Dumbledore said "peanut brittle". At the top of the stairs there was a wooden door with a lion shaped knocker. Dumbledore opened the door and they went in, and then he closed the door. Landyr looked around. The sun was coming brightly into the room, there was not a spec of dust on anything, and there in the corner was a golden perch with a large, red and gold bird sitting on it.
"Hi, Fawkes," Landyr said.
"So, how's Fawkes doing in the future?"
"He's doing great. Wait! How did you know that ..."
Dumbledore cut him short, and said, "There are several ways I can tell. First, you came through a time portal. Secondly, look at you shoes. They are clearly of muggle design and do not have a bit of magic that I can detect, but yet they automatically tighten when you put your feet in them. I don't think muggles in this time frame advanced to that level of technology yet. Third, you have the Headmasters Journal in your hand and it looks rather old and beat up whereas my copy does not."
Dumbledore sat down in his chair, and then offered Landyr to sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. Landyr left Fakes to go sit in it. This encounter somehow reminded Landyr of his first encounter with Professor Dumbledore, but this time there were sparkling, blues eyes staring back at him though spectacles.
"My name is Professor Dumbledore, but I suppose you already new that. What's your name?"
"Landyr Dral, Professor."
"Am I correct to assume that you were sent here to give me that journal?"
"Yes sir! I was sent by you."
"By me?!? This should be an interesting read. Let me see the book before it disappears. I will answer any questions that you might have when I'm done."
Landyr gave him the book. While Dumbledore busied himself with reading it, Landyr looked around at the pictures on the wall which were not empty this time. There were witches and wizards dressed in very fancy clothes watching his movements. This is when Landyr noticed that the pictures could move, and they did seem to be very interested in him. They were even talking softly to one another. He couldn't blame them for being curious; after all, how often does a person from the future show up in this office?
Dumbledore looked up at Landyr and was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. He looked up at the door, "Come in!"
The door opened quickly. A tall, black haired witch with a stern look on her face entered the room.
"What's going on here? Who is this person?" she said strictly.
"Ah. Professor McGonagall, you're just in time. Can you please fetch Harry Potter? I will tell you everything once he has arrived," Dumbledore said coolly.
"He just finished lunch and went to the Quidditch Pit to practice for next week's game with the rest of the team. They will not be available for some time. We want to win the Quidditch Cup this year."
"Oh, I think Mr. Potter will have plenty of time to come up here considering the fact that the match is canceled."
Professor McGonagall's lip became very thin. "You can't cancel Quidditch. We need to keep the spirits high. You-know-who is going to start a war sometime."
"Yes he will at 11:07 AM next Saturday," Dumbledore said.
Professor McGonagall was taken aback by this. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it and closed her mouth. She left the office in a hurry closing the door behind her.
"Can you help me get back to my time now? I did everything I was asked to do."
"You can't go back to your time, because it doesn't exist anymore."
It was a bright, sunny day at Hogwarts with a slight gloom on the Horizon. Everybody knew there will be a war sometime in the future, but they dismissed those thoughts, so they may concentrate on studies. Exams were just two days away. Some students were making their way to castle to head to the Great Hall for lunch. Most of the students were already in the Great Hall. Students that were in the Entrance Hall started to here a sound like a faint, distant thunder. Filch came running in immediately. He thought that a student was doing magic in the hallways, and he is always looking for rule breakers to have expelled, or worse; hang them in the dungeons by their wrists. He didn't like that the old punishments died. When Filch arrived in the Entrance Hall, he quickly left to find the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Some of the students let out a little scream at the site. This, naturally, attracted everyone in the Great Hall to Entrance Hall. A bolt of light flashed about five feet above the floor in the middle of the Entrance Hall; another, flashed. It was like a short piece of lightning, but no one knew how lightning could do that. Then more came. A ball of many circular lightning bolts formed. Albus Dumbledore arrived, and gave a little smile. He apparently knew what this meant. A fairly young boy with black, shoulder length hair fell from the ball of lightning. He landed face down with a sickening thud. Landyr Dral has arrived at Hogwarts one thousand years in the past.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Landyr said as he picked himself up.
"That's impossible. No one can use magic to appear in the castle from the outside world. I read that in 'Hogwarts, A History'," said a girl matter-of-factly.
"Quite right you are Miss. Granger. However, if one is already in Hogwarts, they can appear here," Landyr recognized the voice of Professor Dumbledore.
Landyr turned towards the girl's voice, and saw that it was Hermione Granger. She didn't have the war-torn look about her from the last time he saw her. Dumbledore stepped up to him, and then started to speak.
"Perhaps we should talk in my office," he said to Landyr quietly. "Everybody back into the Great Hall, and enjoy your lunch." His voice seemed magically louder when he said that.
Landyr thought that it was good that Professor Dumbledore found him, because he could not remember the way to the statue. At once the murmurings started as the students headed to the Great Hall.
"What was that thing?"
"He looks like a muggle."
"He can't be a muggle because he's here."
"I wonder where he came from."
"What did Professor Dumbledore mean?"
That was but a few of the repeated questions that Landyr heard as he followed Professor Dumbledore. They left the Entrance Hall to make way towards the secrete spiral staircase. Once there, he could see that the ruined statue he saw before was an ugly gargoyle to which Professor Dumbledore said "peanut brittle". At the top of the stairs there was a wooden door with a lion shaped knocker. Dumbledore opened the door and they went in, and then he closed the door. Landyr looked around. The sun was coming brightly into the room, there was not a spec of dust on anything, and there in the corner was a golden perch with a large, red and gold bird sitting on it.
"Hi, Fawkes," Landyr said.
"So, how's Fawkes doing in the future?"
"He's doing great. Wait! How did you know that ..."
Dumbledore cut him short, and said, "There are several ways I can tell. First, you came through a time portal. Secondly, look at you shoes. They are clearly of muggle design and do not have a bit of magic that I can detect, but yet they automatically tighten when you put your feet in them. I don't think muggles in this time frame advanced to that level of technology yet. Third, you have the Headmasters Journal in your hand and it looks rather old and beat up whereas my copy does not."
Dumbledore sat down in his chair, and then offered Landyr to sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. Landyr left Fakes to go sit in it. This encounter somehow reminded Landyr of his first encounter with Professor Dumbledore, but this time there were sparkling, blues eyes staring back at him though spectacles.
"My name is Professor Dumbledore, but I suppose you already new that. What's your name?"
"Landyr Dral, Professor."
"Am I correct to assume that you were sent here to give me that journal?"
"Yes sir! I was sent by you."
"By me?!? This should be an interesting read. Let me see the book before it disappears. I will answer any questions that you might have when I'm done."
Landyr gave him the book. While Dumbledore busied himself with reading it, Landyr looked around at the pictures on the wall which were not empty this time. There were witches and wizards dressed in very fancy clothes watching his movements. This is when Landyr noticed that the pictures could move, and they did seem to be very interested in him. They were even talking softly to one another. He couldn't blame them for being curious; after all, how often does a person from the future show up in this office?
Dumbledore looked up at Landyr and was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. He looked up at the door, "Come in!"
The door opened quickly. A tall, black haired witch with a stern look on her face entered the room.
"What's going on here? Who is this person?" she said strictly.
"Ah. Professor McGonagall, you're just in time. Can you please fetch Harry Potter? I will tell you everything once he has arrived," Dumbledore said coolly.
"He just finished lunch and went to the Quidditch Pit to practice for next week's game with the rest of the team. They will not be available for some time. We want to win the Quidditch Cup this year."
"Oh, I think Mr. Potter will have plenty of time to come up here considering the fact that the match is canceled."
Professor McGonagall's lip became very thin. "You can't cancel Quidditch. We need to keep the spirits high. You-know-who is going to start a war sometime."
"Yes he will at 11:07 AM next Saturday," Dumbledore said.
Professor McGonagall was taken aback by this. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it and closed her mouth. She left the office in a hurry closing the door behind her.
"Can you help me get back to my time now? I did everything I was asked to do."
"You can't go back to your time, because it doesn't exist anymore."