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Diary of Time Lost
Dumbledore sighed heavily as he removed his spectacles and set them down on his desk. Too many things weighed on his mind these days, he thought wearily as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Yet what he held in his hands had pounded at the forefront of his mind for months.
He turned the small leather journal over in his hands, feeling the soft worn edges and pulling at the golden ribbon poking out of the bottom of the book. Glancing at the bottom right corner of the journal he gently thumbed over the engraved initials found there. Setting the journal down on his desk he walked slowly over to the fireplace to try to sort his thoughts.
To his right Fawkes opened his eyes and cooed at him, as if to offer some comfort for the secret he has had to hold. "Lily...", he muttered to himself as he glanced back at the diary, "...what were you thinking?"
October 29, 1978
Lily scolded herself as she hurried down the stairs leading to the dungeons. Of course she shouldn't have wandered the castle with the boys last night. She fought to keep a smile off her face as she thought of the map of Hogwarts they had only the four of them could stop goofing off, who knows what sort of things they could do.
She began to tidy herself up as she finally reached the potions classroom. Taking a breath to steady herself she opened the door to find her classmates divided up into sets of two and busily copying notes from the classroom chalk board. professor Slughorn's face lit up into a smile as he saw her poke her head into the room.
"Lily, my dear, I'm so glad you've made it!" , he exclaimed, "You will most certainly enjoy what I've got in store for us today; an Ageing Potion." She sat down at the only available spot and began pulling her quill and parchment out of her satchel.
As she began to copy the notes off the board she finally noticed who her partner was and felt her heart sink. It was Dirk Alderton, and he was by far the worst potions student Hogwarts had ever seen. He was tall and lanky with light dirty blonde hair smoothed down across his forehead and freckles on his nose. In addition to being naturally clumsy and awful at potions he was also the target of a group of Slytherins who plagued him constantly.
Lily cringed as she heard the snickers coming from the back of the room, and wished yet again that she hadn't been out all night wandering the halls.
"Hi Lily, I'm glad you're here. I'm totally lost right now.", Dirk said nervously.
She ducked her head at him and replied, "Don't worry about it, Dirk. " She knew she was being short with him, but she couldn't help but feel annoyed at the unfair turn of events.
She began cutting the handful of ashwinder eggs Dirk had retrieved from the supply cabinet while instructing him to stir the cauldron in a counter-clockwise motion. She added the eggs while Dirk got ready to stir in horse hair when she saw a tiny ball fly into their cauldron out of the corner of her eye, and before she had a chance to react she was hit full force by the reaction that occurred.
As she lay on the soft ground struggling to stay conscious she wondered to herself if the ceiling had always been so blue.