Ever Sky
The road itself curved on and into the distance, along side the saphirre river that bent and twisted parallel to the road.
The boy watched as the clouds flew over the sky, changing shadows on the land at an amazing pace. Sunlight flitted over his face, and suddenly the sound of a softly released breath sounded over the valley in which he sat.
Aren't you something? He was sure that if the bodiless voice had a face, it would bear an expression of amusement.
"I wouldn't know."
No? Surely you can tell you are marked as a changer of the tides?
"Maybe," he replied. "But there will always be someone greater. I suppose that's natural?"
You are wise beyond your years, little one.
"Thank you." Laughter, he could only describe it as celestial, rung around him.
You should remember what I'm going to show you, if you're able.
"Alright, but please whatever you have to say, keep your voice down, my brother, Aberforth, is sleeping."
You and I both know my voice is for your ears alone, besides, I said show, not tell.
The boy shrugged and smiled. "Then show me." The world spun around him, painting images before his face.
........................A small fleet of little boats propelled themselves across the water, basking in the reflections of lighted windows in a towering castle above them.
A dirty newspaper, fallen in gutter proclaimed GRINDLEWALD GAINS POWER.
An older version of himself was twirling a wand, commanding a small tornado to spiral from out of magicked cloud. A small man a table near him was clapping knarley hands together.
A boy of about 10 with silvery blond hair and wide gray eyes was bowing slightly to a young man who looked about sixteen, a black diary in his clutches.
He was looking into a mirror, one with engravings on the edges. In the reflection, he held a pair of socks.
A glowing skull was rising into the sky, a serpent protruding from its mouth.
The largest, most embellished seat at a high table, in a huge hall, lit by a thousand floating candles.
In a room with plain white walls, a quill writing on its own volition was jotting down names at an amazing speed, Parkinson, Pansy. Patil, Padma and Paravti. Potter, Harry...............................
Suddenly, the visions ceased and the boy found himself now standing on a green hill over looking the sea, it was night, but he found himself able to see perfectly.
Glancing heavenward, the boy's eyes, a cornflower blue examined the constellations, which, like the clouds before them, were moving far to fast.
"The future looks interesting." He commented finally.
Good or bad? The voice had returned.
"Does it matter? I know that both will exist."
And that's exactly why you're destined for such great things.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Because you need to know. There was a pause. But live a little first, have fun.
"Alright." He replied.
Dawn was breaking over the ocean now, spilling its colors into the Sea...a pleasant breeze whipping through his auburn hair. His eyes reflected the splendor of earliest morning.
A bumblebee, which strangely enough, was white in color buzzed by. The boy put his hand out and the creature landed softly in his palm. The boy smiled.
"Darling! You'll need to get up now, first day of Hogwarts, you know!" His mother's voice cut into the loveliness.
Good Luck, the voice said echoing into that blue abyss, the ever-sky, and ending the night's vision
Opening his eyes slowly, 11-year-old Albus Dumbledore sat up in bed.
The road itself curved on and into the distance, along side the saphirre river that bent and twisted parallel to the road.
The boy watched as the clouds flew over the sky, changing shadows on the land at an amazing pace. Sunlight flitted over his face, and suddenly the sound of a softly released breath sounded over the valley in which he sat.
Aren't you something? He was sure that if the bodiless voice had a face, it would bear an expression of amusement.
"I wouldn't know."
No? Surely you can tell you are marked as a changer of the tides?
"Maybe," he replied. "But there will always be someone greater. I suppose that's natural?"
You are wise beyond your years, little one.
"Thank you." Laughter, he could only describe it as celestial, rung around him.
You should remember what I'm going to show you, if you're able.
"Alright, but please whatever you have to say, keep your voice down, my brother, Aberforth, is sleeping."
You and I both know my voice is for your ears alone, besides, I said show, not tell.
The boy shrugged and smiled. "Then show me." The world spun around him, painting images before his face.
........................A small fleet of little boats propelled themselves across the water, basking in the reflections of lighted windows in a towering castle above them.
A dirty newspaper, fallen in gutter proclaimed GRINDLEWALD GAINS POWER.
An older version of himself was twirling a wand, commanding a small tornado to spiral from out of magicked cloud. A small man a table near him was clapping knarley hands together.
A boy of about 10 with silvery blond hair and wide gray eyes was bowing slightly to a young man who looked about sixteen, a black diary in his clutches.
He was looking into a mirror, one with engravings on the edges. In the reflection, he held a pair of socks.
A glowing skull was rising into the sky, a serpent protruding from its mouth.
The largest, most embellished seat at a high table, in a huge hall, lit by a thousand floating candles.
In a room with plain white walls, a quill writing on its own volition was jotting down names at an amazing speed, Parkinson, Pansy. Patil, Padma and Paravti. Potter, Harry...............................
Suddenly, the visions ceased and the boy found himself now standing on a green hill over looking the sea, it was night, but he found himself able to see perfectly.
Glancing heavenward, the boy's eyes, a cornflower blue examined the constellations, which, like the clouds before them, were moving far to fast.
"The future looks interesting." He commented finally.
Good or bad? The voice had returned.
"Does it matter? I know that both will exist."
And that's exactly why you're destined for such great things.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Because you need to know. There was a pause. But live a little first, have fun.
"Alright." He replied.
Dawn was breaking over the ocean now, spilling its colors into the Sea...a pleasant breeze whipping through his auburn hair. His eyes reflected the splendor of earliest morning.
A bumblebee, which strangely enough, was white in color buzzed by. The boy put his hand out and the creature landed softly in his palm. The boy smiled.
"Darling! You'll need to get up now, first day of Hogwarts, you know!" His mother's voice cut into the loveliness.
Good Luck, the voice said echoing into that blue abyss, the ever-sky, and ending the night's vision
Opening his eyes slowly, 11-year-old Albus Dumbledore sat up in bed.