Dumbledore: p.o.v.
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The leaves were turning from vibrant, lush yellows and oranges, greens and reds to a dry flaky brown far too quickly for the old wizards liking. what usually took at least a week and a half had happened in two days.
It was suspicious.
When he'd woken to find his rooms windows covered in swirling frost patterns on the second day, Albus knew by instinct that whatever had caused it was an unnatural, hopefully non-hostile magic being.
Doubt kept creeping into his head. But he refused to admit or acknowledge the sneaking suspicion to anyone until he'd investigated.
Not even to himself.
However, deep inside Dumbledore was an unease that whispered, "what if it's another Obscurial?"
(Sorry it's short but I'm switching point of view and haven't written the rest so I figured you'd rather have this then nothing.)
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