Prologue
Somewhere outside of Surrey, a girl with long auburn hair stood in the middle of the street, looking at the house that stood in front of her. Her piercing hazel eyes looked up the street as someone came walking up it. The wind was blowing and her robes were blowing with the wind.
"My dear girl, why do you stare at this house?" came a voice.
The girl gasped and turned around. Long silver robes hung from an old wise looking man. His silver beard blew with the wind. His spectacles were moon-shaped, with amazing blue eyes behind them.
"Professor, I didn't intend on you being here," the girl stated.
The old professor chuckled at the young girl.
"Rose, my dear, I am everywhere you are, no matter the time or day."
It was true. No matter how far Rose went, he always found her. There was no doubt in this man's life or in hers. She looked at him, her eyes beginning to tear.
"I always wished to meet him," Rose started. "Mother and Father told me a lot of things about him. How he died and I survived. But I couldn't bring myself to want to talk to him. I mean, I couldn't ever talk to him. Professor Dumbledore, why was it him and not me?" Rose asked.
Professor Dumbledore: that was the man's name. It slipped off the tongue like sugar. Professor Dumbledore took his glasses off and began to clean them on his robes.
"Miss Evans, we both know the answer you seek. But staring at this house in particular will not give you the answer," Dumbledore said.
Rose took a napkin out of her pocket and blew her nose. This house, the name, everything was just a memory to her. She didn't remember anything from that night. Green light and screaming was all she ever heard or saw. It was like a dream that turned to a nightmare.
"Sir, when will I meet him?" Rose asked, clearing her eyes.
Dumbledore looked down at Rose and smiled. "One of these days, both of you will meet. One of these days, your dreams, your memories, and everything you know, will not exist. One day, you won't remember anything," Dumbledore said.
What could he mean? The thought ran through Rose's head. What was Professor Dumbledore talking about? One day everything will be lost?
"Sir, I'm afraid I don't understand," Rose said. Dumbledore put his glasses back on and looked at Rose once more.
"When the time comes, you will understand," Dumbledore said, and disappeared.