Его зовут Дождь / His name is Rain: II Сомнения

Sitting on the large window sill Albus Dumbledore was examining the moon's shadow hidden in dark clouds and waiting for the return letter from The Ministry of Magic.

am_rine 29.01.17 в 15:12

He knew what he will read in this letter, but decided to try his fate and to enjoy this little sparkle of hope for another few minutes.

am_rine 29.01.17 в 15:17

Was it possible that he was mistaken and he would loose one of his secrets?

am_rine 29.01.17 в 15:38

In the dark of night slammed wings.

p_zombie 20.03.17 в 21:39

The big white owl shooted forth over Albus's head and droped a parchment roll on his knees.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:27

He picked up it slowly, spread and got to read carefully.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:31

- I thought so, - he breathed a sigh of disappointment, roll up the parchment and got up from a windowsill.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:39

There was no application about disappearence of a child in the Ministry.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:43

Now it was possible to say confident, that boy was abandoned intentionally.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:47

But why? What so terrible did this child to be in the Forbidden Forest?

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:50

What is hiding the depths of memory?

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:53

Dumbledore's head has started to ache from an endless flow of questions and he left the owlery.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 18:57

The cold august wind blew on the outside.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 19:00

Albus filled the lungs with fresh air with pleasure. The head cleared up.

netocrat 28.03.17 в 19:02

"Very soon theese lands will fill up of hundreds young magicians", - he thought, looking down, - "Carefree, happy, with the wind in their heads and problems the size of the Astronomacal tower".

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:08

In former times Dumbledore himself was in their place,

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:10

His dream was quiet and future of the magic world didn't weigh on him at all.

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:13

In those times there wasn't a danger, which hangs over them now.

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:15

Albus went back to the castle, in the dungeon of Slytherin, concurrebtly thinking about event, which had happened about a year ago, 31th of October, when the spell of maternal blood defeated the Tom Riddle's attack.

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:25

Whether was the spell strong enough for stop of the notorious lord Volan-de-Mort or he has been breathing the same air with him up to now?

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:33

This doubt rended of the director from within,

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:35

It tormented him sleepless nights and woke up him earlier than the rising sun.

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:40

When did he get enough sleep the last time?

netocrat 02.04.17 в 10:48

Far echo of loud claps and muted growl got out Dubmledor of the reverie.

netocrat 09.04.17 в 11:07

The wizard couldn't understand for a long time what a source produced such strange sounds. He didn't realize what creates it.

netocrat 09.04.17 в 11:17

Turned a corner swiftly, he hastened to the room of professor Snape.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:30

What he saw forced his heart jump.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:32

On the blood-stained stair, which led to the potion-making room, lay Severus.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:35

His right hand compressed the bleeding shoulder with all his might and the sight, which cling to a consciousness, looked through ghostly wall, ready to break down at any moment.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:42

Dambledore raised his head.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:42

A weird creature with long claws instead of fingers and wild black eyes raged behind the magic barrier.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:47

It took the wizard a few seconds for recognizing twelve-year-old Rhine in this creature

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:50

Albus breathed in and out once or twice for calming down the rabid heart and casted a powerful sealing conjuration over Snape's barrier. Then he rushed to potion-maker and stop the blood with whisper.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:57

Severus wanted to say something, but his powers were enough only for a grateful nod.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 09:59

After a moment he stoped to clihg for a consiouness and let eyes to close. Dumbledor is near.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 10:01

He can be trusted own life.

netocrat 23.04.17 в 10:02

Unfortunately, it was impossible to do that

am_rine 23.04.17 в 12:08

All he could do is to sit like that, without any movement, untill the end came.

am_rine 23.04.17 в 12:09

It became louder and louder

am_rine 23.04.17 в 12:10