And here is Chapter Five. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing much, I am trying, really!
"ABERFORTH!" I cried.
I ran down the stairs after my eight year old little brother, and landed cat like on the stone floor of our hovel, while the little eight year old giggled running down the hallway, waving MY stone in his hand.
I couldn't help but growl. I had been studying things with the help of that stone since I was seven years old! It was a rare moonstone that I had collected once. It sort of looked like a prism crystal, that reflected moonlight in a rare way. It effected my potions... but I had never told my mother about it, which was why I was in a panic.
My little brother laughed and ran into the little sitting room we had. It had a nice cheery fire, but it was rather... homely. You know... that poor look to it?
My mother was sitting in a rocking chair, knitting the holes in my socks... again. She looked up as I ran after my brother. Both of us knocked over furniture as we ran through the room.
"BOYS!" My mother cried out. "STOP FIGHTING!" She got out her wand as Aberforth started to giggle and shoot little navy blue sparks at me, which I dodged and blocked with a white shield. "BOYS!"
"Mummy! Look what I found!" Aberforth giggled, and accidentally loosened his hold...
I gasped, as that precious moonstone went flying across the room. I jumped across the room, over the couch we had, and grabbed it right before it hit the floor. I got the breath knocked out of me as I hit torso first on the floor. But I still clasped that moonstone tightly. I did NOT want three years of experiments to go flying out the window.
I felt a shadow on me and looked up.
My short, portly mother leaned over me, tapping her foot. She looked kinda scary with her hair back in a bun, looking at me with a look that could kill.
"What is that?" she asked sternly.
I laughed nervously. "Nothing of importance Mother." I said.
"Then why did you just fling yourself over a couch to get it?"
"Er... rather special to me?"
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, what are you hiding from me!"
"Nothing Mother! Honest!"
"Then let me see what's in your hand!"
"Nothing of importance!"
"ALBUS!"
I grinned nervously, and said, "This is when I shall be making my getaway." I tore up the stairs.
"ALBUS!" My mother yelled, trying to aim Summoning Spells at me.
I dodged the majority of them, and blocked the rest, as I ran into my room. I locked the door fast, and bolted it. Then started my work...
"Albus... PLEASE come out!" my mother begged for the hundreth time that night.
"NO!"
"Albus!"
"I SAID NO! Now please, don't distract me, this next step is rather complicated!"
"I don't like you experimenting with that thing!"
"Tough cookies!"
"ALBUS! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
"NO!"
"ALBUS!"
I ignored her. She could be rather stubborn. And so, I began to experiment with the moonstone and the potion I had in front of me.
You know, now I realize that those were basically the ingrediants for the Wolfsbane potion? Funny how these things turn out.
The full moon shone through the moonstone I had, and the potion started to bubble. I gave a cry of excitment. "Wow, amazing!" I said, before...
The potion spurted out a jet of hot liquid... right into my eyes.
My yell of excitment turned into a scream of pain as I tried to get the foul stuff out of my eyes, with my mother screaming, "ALBUS! OPEN THIS DOOR!" When I managed to get the stuff out... all I could see was colours! No shapes, just blurs of colours almost mixing into eachother. I fell to the floor, and crawled to where I thought the door was... it took two tries too, because I had a closet door and a normal door. Once I managed to get the latch open, my mother came rushing in... and that's when it all went black.
Later, I opened my eyes, and still couldn't see anything other than colours. I heard my mother's voice though, layered with pain, and sorrow. "Will he be alright doctor?" she asked something.
"I don't think he will be able to see clearly again... he can't see shapes from what I can deduce... what was he doing anyway?" a deep male voice asked.
I heard a scraping on wood, and then my mother said, "I found this."
The voice sighed. "What was he doing with those?"
"I had no idea of it until last night doctor."
"I see..." the voice broke off. "Ah, Mr. Dumbledore, how are you feeling?"
I didn't answer. I just tried to find shapes in the endless colours.
"Mr. Dumbledore, I'm going to give you something, something that should let you see clearly. It's magic... and I suggest you don't lose them."
I felt these things being put onto my face, and I could suddenly see everything! I sat up. "What are these?" I asked.
"They're called spectacles. These ones are enchanted though, because of your condition." the man said. "Now, Mrs. Dumbledore, I must go." He walked out.
I hopped out of bed, to be almost crushed by my mother! She gave me a bone-cracking hug."I was so worried." she whispered.
I gasped for air. "MOTHER!"
"Sorry." she said, letting me go.
"Thank you!" I said, racing towards my mirror.
I was in my white nightshirt, my auburn hair was in a mess...
And there was halfmoon gold things on my nose. It made me look rather... odd. I sighed, and looked towards my mother.
She was watching me with a sad smile on her face. "So, what were you doing anyway?" she asked calmly.
"Experimenting." I said. "Where's the moonstone?"
My mother bit her lip.
"Mother..."
"I got rid of it. I don't want you to have that thing Albus."
I stood there in shock. What!
My mother seemed to know what I was thinking. "I'm sorry." she said. She got up, and walked out.
I groaned, took off my glasses, put them on the brown thing I guessed was my bedside table, and went to sleep. What a day.