… thanks so much for the nice reviews… and mr. owl-anonymous-guy, im sorry about that lane privet drive thing… and the villa thing… and you know as well as I do that this is FANFICTION…. Meaning that this is out of the author's brain secretions… err… thoughts…
for all you non-elitists out there…. enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Tears of Nature
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"Professor! Professor Dumbledore!"
A large man slammed open the doors to an office that seemed to small with all the silver trinkets and instruments. A man that looked too weary was sitting behind the huge oak desk in the room. He was sitting in a high backed chair, his hands folded and he looked like he was expecting this supposed sudden intrusion.
"Professor—I can' find 'im! I was supposed ter pick tha lil' fella up. But he wasn't there! When teh alarm sounded! Wha happen to him, Professor?"
The man was fumbling with his words and he looked as if he hadn't had sleep for weeks.
"Calm down, Hagrid!" the aged man's voice boomed out, echoing inside the room.
"Even if we don't know where Harry is…"
With that he pulled out a small sapphire casket. He opened the lid and within it was a glass rose lying on a bed of flower petals. Different colors were reflecting on the glass, but… it seemed… the colors were dulled somehow. They looked paler than anything.
"Wha' is it Professor?" Hagrid asked, astounded by the beauty of such an inanimate object.
The Hogwarts Headmaster smiled sadly.
"It's Harry's Vita Nitius. Or in simpler terms, a an object which shows the life source of a human or living being.."
"So 'Arry's alive then, Professor?" the burly man asked excitedly..
"Yes, Hagrid… But barely so… We should wait for his return…."
"When would 'e come back then?"
Dumbledore's deep blue eyes, stared out the window over looking the Forbidden Forest. His eyes reflecting unimaginable sadness, like those of the skies above.
"I'm afraid that I do not know the answer to that question…"
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All over England, a mysterious storm was brewing. It rained endlessly, claps of thunder and lighting striking mercilessly. To others it seemed normal thunder.
But one man felt like it was heart piercing screams that filled him with an overwhelming sadness. Like a part of his soul was ripped off. Leaving him vulnerable.
His body was covered with wounds and gashes. Bathed in blood, he could do nothing but lie in his blood. When he just thought all was finished, he felt multiple talons inflicting lacerations all over his body.
And then… it all stops...
And he screamed.
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So this chapter did not answer the questions I posted the last chapter… cause if I did it wont be exciting anymore eh?