In the deepening darkness in which I was stuck, I felt sick and alone. As though my happiness was forever gone. I wished against all that Cleo would come and comfort me or at any least my mother or father come. Anyone to comfort me to wrap me in their arms and just tell me how much they would never leave me. But I knew that they would never come, my father and mother had been dead for more than 10 years of my life. Cleo, I had just witnessed her death a most unpleasant and gruesome death. How I would if given the chance kill myself. How many of my childhood friends had been killed in front of me? Killed by those who expected me to protect and defend their sorry Asses. I felt like dieing and bringing this whole world with me. Damn it all to hell, who cares anyway? No body that's who, no body! I cursed and cursed; going through how much pain I had gone through just in two months. Let this world die in what they deem glory. Let me rest with those I love, those who care about me, and those who understand me.
"Kilyn!" a voice shouted.
I felt as though that voice was a person I knew. As though this voice was someone I cared deeply about, and who cared deeply about me.
"Kilyn!" the shouting voice sounded again. What ever this voice wanted, take it and leave me with my misery. I cared for nothing, nothing at all.
"Damn it Kilyn!" the voice cursed, "Kilyn wake up!"
My eyelids fluttered open. My eyes were not accounted to the bright sunlight in the room. Wherever I was make them close the damn blinds! I thought quickly to myself. I looked around and saw bed hangings drawn have way around me. I was in a bed, I thought depressed by the whole scene. Here I thought that I was by Cleo's grave mourning her death, like a decent person. But no while she was dead in a casket I was living it up in what looked like a goosed filled bed (by the feel of it anyways). I'm a horrible person! I looked around the rest of the room and was surprised at what I saw. Near me was a beautifully crafted desk made of mahogany. It was filled with rolls of parchment scattered all over it, obviously the person had been searching for something and couldn't find it. There were upturned inkbottles, quills of fine quality thrown carelessly around. Who would do such a thing? I looked around the room more, and saw that their were four other beds and desks quite like mine. But the others were better kept then this one near me. I felt cold and was shivering uncontrollably; I wrapped my arms around me trying to warm my cold skin.
"Where am I?" I questioned out loud weakly.
"About time Kilyn!" a nagging voice stated sharply, "Remus and the others are waiting! Remember we promised them that we'd go to the last Hogemade trip with them, you know before everyone left for Christmas? I swear Kilyn you're so forgetful. You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to you."
My eyes widened, I recognized that voice. But no it couldn't be her, she was dead there had to be a good explanation. Yeah that was it, a good and reasonable explanation. I looked up at the voice and gasped as I saw Cleopatra Miokey's face, with a most irritated look on it. My heart was racing a mile a minute. What the hell was going on here?
"Your supposed to be dead!" I blurted out all common sense flying right out of my head.
"What ever are you talking about Kilyn?" she grinned at my wild accusation, "I'm more than alive, I'm in love! Remember that's why I asked you and Remus to come with me. You know cause I'm nervous about this date of mine."
"I have to go and see Professor Dumbledore!" I stated leaping out of my bed hastily getting dressed.
"What!" Cleo exclaimed watching me pull me jeans up and changing my shirt, "You can't ditch me for today. We don't have classes at all, remember Dumbledore gave you the day of so you could have some fun?"
"No this doesn't make any sense it must be cause of him," I muttered looking for my shoes and socks obviously having difficulty, "It just has to be him, oh please dear god let it be him."
"Kilyn what are you talking about?" Cleo said jamming her body against the only exist out of the room, "Your not leaving this room until you give me a good reason why I shouldn't smack you one in the face!"
When I had finally located my shoes and socks and had them on. I made my way, not hearing what Cleo said I ran into her. I jumped back and pulled my wand out pointing it at her.
"Pertrificus Totalus!" shouted Kilyn, as Cleo made to raise her wand.
The arms and legs snapped together and she fell backwards, back down on to the rug at the entrance of the door, stiff as a board and unable to move to stop her. I stepped over and ran down the stairs. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter who bombarded me with a million questions confronted me. I hastily avoided them and ran out the portrait exit. I ran all the way bumping into others who were laughing and giggling. Not really caring if I bumped into the Minister himself I would continue to run. I ran all the way until I came across two stone gargoyles standing guard at an entrance. I ran up to them and caught my breath before I uttered the password.
"Fizzing Whizzbee," I stated my voice hoarse and cracked from exhaustion of running the whole way.
The gargoyles nodded and sprang to life; they jumped out of the way for me. They revealed a well-crafted stone, spiral staircase. I ran up the stairs and burst into the room. Knowing full well that nobody but the Headmaster was there.
"Professor Dumbledore!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, "I need to speak to you. It's urgent! I had another vision of the future, and it's not pretty! Please come out! I need you."
The last bit I had whispered. Albus Dumbledore was my father's best friend, and his best man at his wedding. They were like brothers. So Dumbledore treated me like a niece and his door was always open to me. Whether it be help with my homework or just plain comforting by someone who understood her pain.
"Kilyn I'm right here no need for yelling," he whispered standing up near the fire.
I jumped as I heard him talk. I looked at him carefully, judging whether this was the true Dumbledore. In the past I have been tricked. I saw that he was wearing purple and red robes with intricate gold and sliver details, with enormous sleeves to hide his bony figure. Anyone could wear such wizard's robes. But nobody could take his eyes. Those crystal blue eyes that held you in space and time, those eyes that had witnessed so much and learned so much. Now looked upon her with peace and calmness that was uncomforting at times.
"What vision would have you come running up here with such terror and fear upon your young features?" he calmly asked gesturing for me to take the chair opposite him.
I walked over and sat down rather emotionally upset. I gasped trying to control my heartbeat and breath. Otherwise I couldn't tell him what horrible things I had witnessed no longer than 1 to 2 hours ago.
"Here Kilyn this should calm you and ease the burning pain of the run you just had," he stated handing me a cup of tea warm to my touch, but strangely hurtful in a way.
I shook the pain away and drank some of the tea. It's soothing feeling going down my throat. I took in a big breath and was ready to tell him what I had seen.
"Professor Dumbledore," I whispered, "I saw all of my friends lives be destroyed, by lack of job oppurtunities, by Azkaban, and by death."
I felt a silent tear fall down my cheek. I knew that he was contemplating my wild hysteria as some thought it was.