January 18, 1998
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
What Used To Be the Transfiguration Classroom
"Mr. Weasley and...Ms. Granger?"
I've always considered Professor McGonagall as a very unemotional, collected sort of person. But then again, I suppose having the entire castle shake, a wall in front of you collapse, and two kissing teenagers nearly fall on top of you would fluster just about anyone.
"Um... that wasn't us?" Hermione offered. McGonagall merely blinked. Wow, we must have really shocked her...
My worries for her mental health were cut short when Hogwarts began to shake again, occupying my mind with more pressing matters.
Such as our lives.
Same Date
Same Location
The Headmaster's Office
Dumbledore surveyed the Pensive over the tops of his fingers, blue eyes watery with unshed tears of regret and longing. The silvery strands of his thoughts had formed themselves into the figure of attractive young girl in her mid-twenties. She was obviously as Seer, and she was likewise finishing a prophecy.
"...and the two worlds shall become whole
as secrets revealed ten years
after the shaking of foundational font commences
eight from that time; ten from after
shall join at the ancient city
what was broken shall become whole once more
where it was once shattered
heralding the Dark Lord's fall..."
Her voice echoed slightly around room, and for the third time in as many minutes, the halls of the school shook with a tremendous force that could be generated by only one thing. Sadly, Dumbledore rose from his seated position a strode through the door, pausing as he reached it to turn back towards the bowl, where the figure of his love still rotated slightly.
"I'm so sorry, Cassandra. You were right, as always."
Same Date
Same Location
What Used To Be the Transfiguration Classroom
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
I turned instinctively, then relaxed slightly as I saw my best mate Harry, and my sister Ginny, wands drawn and steady, keeping the large pieces of debris floating, and from crushing us into oblivion.
"Hermione! Ron! Get out from under there you twits!" Ginny hissed. Hurriedly, Hermione grabbed my wrist and pulled me out from underneath the floating rocks. I looked back for a second, then quickly turned away as I caught sight of a disembodied arm peeking out from between two large blocks of stone.
"Harry-what's happened?" Hermione asked, still clutching my arm.
"I don't know. But it's not Voldemort." he said, running a hand through his hair.
"What!" I spluttered. "But, who?"
"We don't know." Ginny answered. "We checked the Marauder's Map, no Tom, no Death Eaters, not even a visitor, save the twins, and they're on Order business. No one."
"But then, but-" I was cut off as Hogwarts gave a tremendous, shuddering groan. I looked out a wide, deeply set window to my left, searching for the source of the noise. I found it.
Gryffindor Tower was falling, spiraling down towards the ground in a surprisingly slow arc -along with everyone inside it.
GENERAL AUTHORS RAMBLINGS, NOTES, AND RESPONSES:
Belisse-Hey, I'm updating pretty quickly, right? Anyone?
Actually, I'm surprised at how quickly this is being written. I actually know what's going to happen four, five chapters in the future. It's writting itself. I just can't type all that fast.
Laheara- Here's your more Ron. About Kavanagh though, yes, he is a wizard, but actually, I'm toying with the idea of him being a good guy who turned sorta bitter.
PurpleYin-Well, I know who Rodney is, but you aren't going to find out for at least three more chapters. Sorry, but it's too muchfun to be evil. cacklesIf you would update Lilith faster, however...
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