Hey! I do not want to spoil this series yet, if I ever get more out! But my lil cuties, let's see if I can pull through with it, please be sure to remind me as agressively as possible!
Without further ado, let's get into it!
A cold dark night, with a crisp sting in the air. It seemed a regular night like the rest, in Privet drive. A perfectly normal place with irregular happenings. What with the news reporters blathering on all about the owl population skyrocketing irregularly, a wizard couldn't get half a second's rest. The greyish black colour of the street burnt into his mind.
Albus could never forget a single thing that night. Once Hagrid and Minerva were gone, he was left alone with his plaguing,haunting thoughts and memories.
Entangled in his memories and thoughts were the words.
The prophecy made, he had hoped almost on his life it would not come to be, in a truly foolish manner. Sybil Trelawney was...a very unpredictable woman most of the time. She made quick work of predicting things that only sometimes came about.
Still, a hollow scream of pain lay inside his mind.
"The one with the power to withstand the dark lord encroaches apon us... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born only as the seventh month dies... The pain wished on him springs from himself, the relish of his own destruction held in bloody hands... The dark lord will mark him as a near equal, he knows not the dark lord's power. None can live if even one survives.."
He shoved down the bitter torrent of insanity inside of him at the words. Albus was a tired and weary man, he wished for nothing more than peace and rest most of the time.
As he disapperated, away from the sleeping Harry, Albus tried to wipe his mind clean. He had students to teach in the morning, and nothing could top the exhaustion of sleep deprivation, at least for him.
Hey! So sorry it's this short, but I lacked motivation, and, like, wanted to write the first chapter lol