August,1979
THE SLIGHTLY CHILLING WINDS OF AUGUST made her tighten the robes. There was never a day in Hogwarts without a subtle breeze even though it was supposed to be the summer season, but she couldn't help but love the place for its serenity and the number of memories it held. It hadn't been that many days since she graduated, but she still missed it the same, after all, Hogwarts was her home. The home she was dwelling in today for the last time because after this she won't be able to, even if she desires.
She walked through the familiar dark hallway which she had marched through several times in the past seven years. The usually crammed hallway was cold and void making her heels resonate while she paced towards her destiny. In just a few days the hallways wouldn't be empty anymore, and proceeding back to their typical self with the presence of new life, new memories and an abundance of magic.
She now stood in front of the prominent Gargoyle Corridor, a few steps away from her objective. "Sherbet Lemon," The brunette girl whispered.
Advancing up the spiral stairs, she arrived at the headmaster's office, it hadn't changed a bit since her first visit which was during her third year. She soaked in the uniqueness and warmth of the space; a distinctive bird flew across the room culminating in its flight on a posh desk before flaring and turning into ashes.
A Phoenix.
"Ms. Auclair!" Albus Dumbledore greeted his former student, descending the stairs to encounter the motive for this sudden meet.
"It's a pleasure to meet you again Professor," The girl gracefully bowed in acknowledgement.
Dumbledore smiled at the customary politeness of the former Hufflepuff but he didn't fail to see underlying apprehension, "May I know the reason for the sudden visit Ms. Auclair? Is there something that's of concern?"
"The Prophecy." The smile on the girl's face instantaneously vanished at the stringency of the existing circumstances.
The dark days were approaching and nobody else knew about the severity of the concern more than those two people.
"I believe you furthermore know something which you ought not to?"
"I do."
The headmaster knew more than to dig deeper out of her vague answer, the former Hufflepuff wouldn't be informing more than what was necessary. He had guided her to be this way since they found her to be a witch with eminence power, the power of vision from the past, the present and the future.
He smiled, "Any particular reason other than the prophecy that brought you here Ms. Auclair?"
The young Seer browsed through her bag pulling out a slightly diminutive emerald box engraved with an intricate pattern. She presented the box in front of the Professor, " I plea you to retain it with you until she is of age, Sir because I will not be there to do it on my own."
Dumbledore couldn't help but be saddened by the thought of the demise of his dear students that the war was about to bring. The mere thought of loss was too much to accept but he knew better than that. He understood the introspection of the greater good.
"You may not need to plead Ms. Auclair, but how am I supposed to know who this belongs to."
"When the moment arrives you will be able to comprehend who it belongs to Headmaster, I am Sorry but I can't answer your question."
The girl bowed her head down regretfully, but she couldn't reveal more what she already had. She knew Albus Dumbledore was a wise wizard and he must have already apprehended her underlying words but she knew better than to disclose other details.
"No need to worry child, I understand and I will surely keep it safe." He reassured accepting the box from her, "Is there something else?"
"No Professor, thank you for your precious time but I must leave now he must be waiting for me." The girl slipped the involvement, glancing at her wristwatch and she graciously bid her farewell.
To a certain extent, Dumbledore knew that it was going to be his last meeting with his brilliant student as she walked past the door.
He glanced at the commodity in his hand to see a parchment attached to it with a string which he failed to notice earlier.
For my dear Ophelia,
I wish you the strength to face reality, I hope you always rise and shine. I am proud of you and I will love you always.
-E.A. B
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Ophelia
Fanfiction"To my little angel......" Ophelia Malone's only motive in life is to love and to be loved. She is content with the life she has with her god parents and her sister, Hermione with simplicity. But the peace doesn't last longer when the storm arrives...
