Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing things to come ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Here it is, the rest of the chapter. I found it very hard to write Dumbledore though, so he is probably highly OOC, I am sorry about that. I hope with more practice I will find it easier to portray Dumbledore properly.

I have no beta reader so all mistakes are my own.

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There was a loud crash, a flash of blinding white light as lightning threaded through the sky. The steady pounding of rain on the roof, distorted and muffled by the many floors above the room Harry was in. Harry blinked rapidly, surprised, when he had fallen asleep the sun had been rising, there had not been a single cloud in the sky. Deep down he felt as if he should have already known that the storm was coming. Outside there was the sound of footsteps, the click clack of nurse Karen's heels, the thumps of the doctors shoes, the sound of wheels turning. It was almost soothing in its own way, nearly lulling Harry back to sleep.

Alleyne was coming, he knew this, but he did not know how he knew this. That sure feeling of the approaching presence of Alleyne, the one who had brought him out of his nightmares, it was odd. Harry slowly sat up in his hospital bed. He trusted Alleyne somehow, even though he barely knew him something deep inside of himself said that Alleyne could be trusted, that he would never hurt him. It confused Harry, he rarely felt such things.

The rain fell, a steady sound on the roof that lulled Harry into a light doze, his newly awakened gift buzzing with activity in the back of his mind, trying to send images to Harry, but couldn't through the strong shield that Alleyne had set.

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It was odd, this dream, a blur of colors, the gentle hum of voices and the scent of water on the breeze that caressed Harry's face.

He was wrapped in warm blankets and on a comfortable bed, yet he felt the sensation of traveling despite this. He opened his eyes and saw...

Glimmering colors flowing wind whipping as gentle breeze flows over with water smelling plants sweat crashing waves on rocks as footsteps break twigs snap! Pop! Fast going slow movements over open land enclosed in shadows flowing as waves crash to sand with great trees growing strong under moonlight that shines on tall mountains ringing with the sounds of birds as cars rush by under starlight as rain falls onto wood under dawns light....

The information hit him in a rush, confusing him with its many contradictions. He squeezed his eyes closed as his stomach rolled, he felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning. For all he knew it was spinning.

A gentle voice murmured to him, sounding so close yet so far away, telling him that all was well, that he could rest. He drifted into comforting darkness, leaving behind a world that seemed quite mad.

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Alleyne glanced briefly at his charge as the traversed the portal, a special spell that combined the traits of apparation and port keys, it caused a dizzying rush when you first entered it. It was only used when transporting injured people, normally they would go by port keys, but since Harry was injured they had to use alternitave means.

They were nearing the end now, he could it. He would soon be able to drop Harry off at the healers as soon as they arrived.

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Mrs. Figg sat in her living room, sipping tea calmly as she waited for her guest. He would be arriving any minute, she knew.

The fire place flared brightly, its flames green as a tall man with a long white beard and twinkling blue eyes stepped from the flames, oddly enough, he was unharmed by what was surely hot flames, Mrs. Figg was unalarmed at this though.

"My dear Arabella, it is so nice to see you again." The man said, his tone cordial. Behind the sparkle gleaming in his eyes was great concern though, worry over the news she bore.

"He is alright, healing in a hospital." Arabella said abruptly.

"Ah, my dear Arabella, never one to mince words." Albus Dumbledore replied, relief and laughter shining in his blue eyes. "Its the best lace for him at the moment, but not the safest, I shall arrange for someone to keep watch during his stay."

"Good, I would hate to think of something worse happening to the poor boy."

"As would we all, my dear, as would we all."

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The first thing Harry noticed when he woke was that there was no pain. Before, it was always there, a steady hum in the back of his mind, kept from being powerful by the painkillers that they had given to him. The next thing he noticed was the silence, no hum or beeping of machinery, just silence. He carefully opened his eyes and nearly jumped from surprise. Above him was a glowing orb, floating and pulsing gently above him, its form blurry as he was without his glasses. The orb chimedbriefly before drifting away.

Harry slowly sat up and gazed after the orb as itstopped over another bed containing a body shaped lump under its blankets.

"Ah! Your awake!" Harry did jump at the voice that came suddenly from the side of his bed, "I was worried that you wouldn't, you having been so nastily injured when you arrived." It was a tall women, with feathery hair and gray skin, her gold eyes glowed like candles.

"E-excuse me? Miss? Where am I?" Harry asked, his voice hoarse from disuse.

"At the infirmary, I am Meditrina, the nurse here." The women smiled, her parted lips revealing needle sharp teeth. "Usually the newarrivals are not injured when they are brought here,just sedated so that the transportation method will not cause them to be ill, as such I was dearly worried about you. Are you in any pain? Do you feel dizzy?" Meditrina said, her long fingered hands fluttering lightly in the air above Harry's head.

"I-I am well, miss. Where? Why?" Harry said stiltedly, unsure of how to ask what was going on.

"Oh my," Meditrina gasped, her hands covering her mouth briefly in surprise," Did no one tell you? Well! The nerve!"

The nerve of who? Harry thought, bewildered at the ladies strange actions.

"You are at Atropes Academy, a school of sorts for the young and gifted." Meditrina said, calm once more and gently smiling.

Harry blinked up at the lady, startled at how quickly her moods seemed to change."Gifted? What types of gifts?"

"Oh, just one type really, the gift of Sight, in all its many varieties!" Meditrina exclaimed, then wondered away from Harry and out of the room before he could as any of the questions buzzing around in his mind. The most important question to him was, what type of sight? He needed glasses to see after all!

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Sorry its so short, I hope to have the next chapter up quickly!