That night, as the storm the velociraptors had concocted the spite the green haired scum which had harried them to near extinction, forced to eke out a fitfull living on the bare stony oceanside broke out upon the bewildered green haired villagers Saturnalia had a different kind of dream... In this dream, she could see the future...
Now that it was spring and the school field trip had finally come to an end the new semester was ready to start fresh. With only one problem... Slytherin had won the house cup the previous year (because Harry had nearly been late to potions, for more information see Chapter 19 : Patil's Apocalypse Part Three) and now they were all set and ready to rule the school. Albus shook his head silently, wondering to himself at what fresh troubles would erupt.
He lumbered into his inner chambers to fetch his neccesaries, Faux squaked at him as he enter and the old fellow patted him with his gnarled and withered, blue vein transcribed hand. Albus's hands had always been rather large and too thin, his fingers too slender for the hairs that dusted their delicate yet bony knuckles. They had always been the sort of hands that people, anyone, even loverfs, would never care to look at for overlong, and now, with old age's ceaseless relentlessness, encroaching always upon his vigor and vitality, his hands were an absolute horror to look upon. A indulged for a moment, his disgusting gnarled claw of a limb resting upon and grossing out Fauxs, thinkning about the good old days, nostalgic for the past, disapointed with the present, apprehensive of the future. He remembered when he was full of piss and vinager, not just pissy and bitter.
He grabbed up what he needed and scuttled on out of there. On his way out his passed Professor Trelawney, being carried to her quarter by Filtch. Trelawney was a sight indeed, though Argus's had a glint in his eye as he dragged the semi concious, visibly befouled woman down the hallway. Outside it was bright and sunny, many students were gathered in loose clusters, dazing about inthe brright sunshine of the early afternoon. Each face Albert passed broke his heart, they were all so innocent and at peace, content to just be, ready for the future... or so they thought. "If only they knew" he thought to himself, a fertive whisper in the dark recesses of his pysche.
He couldn't help but laugh at the foul humor of it all. "This school sure is a crazy place sometimes.."
Snape was waiting for him, his usual cadre of Slytherin cronies arranged about the edge of the school fountain in various stages of repose. Albus did a double take when he saw Remus Lupin, a abased and meek look splayed acorss his glistening pale features. He seemed to be in quite the state.
Pansy Parkinsons also had a surprise waiting for Albus, on a gold leash clasped in her darkly bejeweled hand was a naked and sexually quivering Hagrid. Albus just decided to pretend like he hadn't seen that and spoke directly to Snape, also ignoring that apparantly traitorous scum bastard Remus the backstabbing werewolf. But Snape wouldn't have any of that, he jabbed Remus in the side and the pitiful wretch of a were- shuddered and look pleadingly to Snape, supplication denied, Snape crossed his arms "," he hissed.
"it's a shame you didn't go on the field trip," Remus finally intoned in a flat dirgelike chant after a shudder and a deep breath, "old man..." He began to cry, clearly he wanted to... no needed to run away, to run far far away and let his tears guide him and even though he had just broken the old man's pruney heart Dumbledore wished and wished the Remus could do just that, so apparant was his need, "I've judged you all wrong!" Albus wailed, embracing Remus, "how could i have been so cruel, obviously these fiends are blackmailing you about how you're a werewolf and killed Susan Bones Probably [for more information see Chapter 18: Patil's Apocalypse : Bad to The Bones]"
Remus and Albus held each other and let the tears stream forth. Though sadly it could not last forever. Albus finally shuffled up to Snape and handed over the keys to the school. The exchange was unbearably terse and Mafloy nearly fainted from empathetic overload. Ever since he'd spent the entire shcool field trip in Casadaga he had been unharnessing his very own mystical powers, but that's a story for another day... another time...
"Looks like you finally got your wish Severus," Albus whispered, his bristly white beard tickling Snape's ear and the back of his neck.
"We're building a brave new world, old man, pray you live to see it!" With that Snape and his cronies, the new Hogwarts head of States apparated with a loud bang and mild concusive blast. Dumbledore was bowled over and sent tumbling into the lack, head first, his robes unfurling and displaying his pale chicken legs and whitey tighties to the whole school, which literally exploded with gales of hateful laughter.