Everyone just stood their, staring at the dying boy.

"Potter," spat Snape. But before anyone said or did more there was a loud--

"Riddikulus!!!' Dumbledore stood their, his chest heaved.

"Ahhh!" Said a voice, then very artificialy dramatic, "a forshadowing of--...the FURURE!"

Professor McGonagall marched up to the seer and hissed under her breath, "Can't you see it was a boggart?! Don't be so ignorant." She finneshed snapping and turned briskly around and walked up to Dumbledore; then in her 'we'll handle this' voice she began, "Dumbledore--"

"Everyone get into groups." Dumbledore was very serious, and his voice caried woriedness, as if the final straw was drawn and time was running out. "Hagrid, Minerva, Sibyll," Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Pomona, Severus, and,..." Dumbledore looked up to the poor Professor Flitwick still floating in the air, he didn't even pull out his wand and the professor began falling down. "The rest of you devide into two more groups the way you see fitt. Green sparks if we are needed, and red sparks if we should aprouch on gard--understood? Right." He began to lead them out (Flitwick was now down) when he stopped and looked back at the table inquisitively.

"Oh, before we go--would anyone care for a lemon drop?"

In the woods they found nothing. The sky was dark, and the wind was an icy blast that never lessened. Snape was poking around a bush that was inbetween two trees when he saw something.

Snapes black robes whipped in the wind, the rest of the group was close at hand, all poking around in their own little spot in the less dense area they had found. Suddenly a dark figure rose from behind the bush, its face was unseen, and the ends of the dark sleeves trailed to the ground. Snape held his wand up, but before anything else happened he stumbled back. And the light of feer lit in his eyes, his hand clutched at his upper arm; at acertian mark. Snape was bent over looking at the figure with both fear and malice, as he backed away.

"Crucio!" An icy hiss from a voice with no depth, only coldness, pierched the very cells of Snapes body, he fell on the ground screeming passionaly, hiddeously. He writhed violently on the snow carpeted forest floor. He cried out and slammed his fist on the ground.

A deafening, low rumbling hum broke all other sounds as a concentrated white light pierced through the mild darkness. Snape stopped writhing and the figure vanished. As I'm sure you figured it was Dumbledore who had cast the light apone the situation, the more ways than one. Professor McGonagall, who was the farthest from the group came running over to Dumbledore, "Professor!" She said in a very exitably woried voice. But before she asked the question Dumbledore had the answer.

"I assume we have had an encounter with, someone we do not usually care to encounter."

"You mean, Him??" The witch looked as though she might burst, she looked around with her eyes wide. And, as if it was delayed in dawning on her, she pulled out her wand.

"I didn't say it was Voldemort, Mienerva, I said it was someone we don't like to encounter."

Before anything moore transpired Professor Trelawney became the attention center. Her voice was dark and loomed out from her, not the way it usualy waverd dramaticly. No one, though, could tell what she was saying, for she was speaking in an inaudible mummble.

Professor Trelawney stopped and everything went perfectly silent. A light rustle make everyone jump. A centaur emerged from the underbrush. It was not happy, "You, all of you, by what right are you tramping around our forest, is it not you who nammed it the Forbidden Forest, then get out!" The last words he hissed.

"Well, hello Ronan."

"Mars is very dull tonight, Venus is hidden--you don't want to cross my path tonight."

"Ahh. For once I would agree. He speaks the truth--though not because of the stars."

"Shut it Trelawney." Snape warned, cocking his head slightly at her.

"You!" Ronan spat. "You couldn't predect your own birthday. I'd trust the information I got from a potato more than you!"

"That reminds me," Dumbledores tone lighted up in thought, he looked up and stroked chin. "of something I was just thinking about...what was it?"

"Ronan--you were always a very dicent beast," said Hagred half threatening, half pleading.

Ronan turned and walked slowly up to Hagrid, emphasizing each word, "Why, Hagrid, do you bring this apone yourself? Every time this forest hosts too many of you Voldemort shows up! Remember the Potter boy's forst year--when he was saved by one of us!"

"Stupify!" It sent shivers down the spine of all those present accept Dumbledore, to hear Snape hiss that spell. The centaur fell like a doll dropped from the arms of a child.

Everyone looked down at the centaur accept Dumbledore suddenly he looked down with resolve, "Potatoes, thats what it was--I can't remember the last time I had mashed potatoes!"

So, am I going to far with the Dumbledore thing? reveiw review review!!