,,The future depens on what you do today."
In which the past watch the future.
English isn't my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes I'll make, you're free to correct me any time I would be really happy if so.
All rights belong to J.K.Rowlin...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝟷sᴛ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟷 ᴘʀɪᴠᴇᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ
,,That's in few years." said some student. Lily furrowed her brows ,,Why does The book starts here?" she mumbled.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you’d have thought he’d just popped out of the ground. The cat’s tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
,,Minnie?" asked Sirius Black „Mr. Black, how many times do i have to tell you to not call me that!"
,,That men looks professor Dumbledore." said Marlene.
Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn’t seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, ‘I should have known.’ He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again – the next lamp flickered into darkness.
,,I want that!" shouted James and Sirius synchronized. ,,Too bad, I have it." said Ron with a smirk on his face.
Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn’t be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn’t look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. ‘Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.’ He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
,,Minnie!" the Mauraders yelled.
‘How did you know it was me?’ she asked. ‘My dear Professor, I’ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly.’ ‘You’d be stiff if you’d been sitting on a brick wall all day,’ said Professor McGonagall.
