Post by SALINA on Aug 8, 2009 10:59:20 GMT -5
THE YEAR IS 1974 ,
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CRASH.
Lightning crashed outside of the run-down house. At least, on the outside it looked run-down. Any innocent passerby would whisper to his friends about how sorry he felt for the person who lived there, especially on a night like this. The rain was slanted sideways, powerful and strong. Outside for two minutes, and you could guarantee on being soaked to the bone. How would you feel if your house didn't even have windows to protect you from this kind of weather? And the roof was barely holding on? Not to mention the rather large birch tree that swayed dangerously next to the shack. It could come down any moment, the person would whisper. And the poor souls wouldn't even know what hit them.
It was a different story on the inside, however. It was a decent-sized abode, with homely wallpaper and small lamps scattered throughout. The lights in most of the lamps were out. The only one on, in fact, was in a single room, from which loud voices were emitting. It was clear that an argument had broken out in the enchanted house.
"-- We have to act now, Molly, we can't just wait, don't you see? The longer we wait, the more powerful he'll become, and then what will we have then? His followers are few at the moment, but there's no telling what they'll be in a couple of months, a week, or even a day!"
"But we're not prepared, Fabian!" a short, plump young woman with fiery red hair insisted. She gave her brother a hard look, as though daring him to go on.
Apparently the look didn't frighten him, for the man continued. "We are far more prepared than we'll ever be! What do you expect to do, just wait until he knocks on this very door and asks to come in for dinner? It isn't going to work like that, we've --"
At that moment, a tall man with a long, silver beard and mane of hair stepped forward, raising his hand in a gesture to stop. The man was clad in a pair of deep purple robes, a matching wizard's hat, black boots, and his half-moon spectacles. His hat somewhat drooped, and it was then that the people present realized that he had just arrived. He took up the bottom of his robes and wrung it out slowly and calmly, watching as a small puddle of water gathered on the floor.
"I believe that both of you have made excellent points," said the man, smiling at them both as he fished up the other side of his robes, "but I think that this conversation is better suited for another day. We are being watched, you see. Charming young man. Peeking through that window over there" -- all heads turned in the direction in which he pointed, where they saw a distinct flash of black disappear below the window -- "and insisting that he is searching for a summer home for his family. I suspect the Death Eater Mulciber."
The man next to Fabian opened his mouth in disgusted. "Then we should kill him now, Dumbledore! They would do the same to us, only much more painful, I'm sure!"
Molly gave him a furious look, but remained silent.
"Yes, Gideon, I'm afraid that you are correct," said Dumbledore morosely. He was on his hat at the moment, and was wringing it out in a nearby plant. "Unfortunately, I do not think today is the day. There will be plenty of time for fighting later. Right now, a better place to discuss these matters would be much more ideal."
Gideon and Fabian exchanged glances. It was clear from their expressions that they would like nothing better than to go against Dumbledore and murder the spy outside their window at this very moment. However, they pursed their lips and nodded solemnly.
"Excellent," said Dumbledore cheerfully. He placed his wrinkled hat on his head. He began to turn on the spot, but stopped in the middle of it. Picking up a magazine on the table, he read over the front cover. To all of the confused wizards and witches, he flourished the magazine and said, "Knitting patterns. They're having a special on them. I do rather like knitting patterns."
With a sweep of his cloak, he disappeared with a sharp pop! The rest of the congregation followed suit, until the house was once more empty.
• • •
Excitement brims on the horizon. There is talk amongst the Hogwarts' faculty of a competition of sorts taking place at the school this year. Some of the braver students are eager to say that it's the Triwizard Tournament reincarnated. The brainiacs counter this idea with the fact that the tournament hasn't been held in almost two hundred years; why in the world would it be reinstated now? Either way, the competition will surely spur tension between the students of Hogwarts, whether it be by gender or House. In light of the tough times ahead, they will surely need something to take their minds off of things.
Hogwarts is the last safe haven. Which, perhaps, is the reason why it continues on its way. The children here are not really as childish as people think. They know and understand more than even the most mature adults. And they are willing to fight for any cause they believe in, for whatever reasons. It is both the advantage and the downfall of adolescence. Despite this -- or perhaps because of this -- hope still exists. Even if it's just a
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