𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟎𝟎; ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs

BREAKFAST HAD began as most did the feasting of hungry students getting ready for a morning of practicing and learning the intricacies of magic.

That was until the meal reached the dessert course.

Puddings in all shapes and sizes had barely appeared on the table before it began.

Dumbledore, and the more magically sensitive of the staff and students, paused in their movements, many just as they were about to taste their first bite of pudding.

A slight rattling began, distant to the ears before increasing in both pitch and depth, it originated from the many bronze plates and bowels on the tables, all rattling as one.

It took but a second for the masses to realise that it wasn't some enchantment on the tableware, since they too felt a tremble shoot up their spine from the wooden benches they were sat upon.

Dumbledore had shot the other Professors a look as the trembling stopped, the unasked question of 'what the fuck—?' echoing in each of their minds as if they could communicate it telepathically.

For Hogwarts was built on magical ley lines, which have been spelled to prevent earthquakes and the like from occurring whatever it was, it didn't originate from the magics of the Earth.

It was then that the magically enchanted celling, that had previously showed a clear, starry night, began to cloud over.

Now thick, black storm clouds rolled over it's surface like the tide over sand, accompanied by a light breeze of wind.

Many students, particularly Ravenclaws, were curious about this, since 'Hogwarts: A History' clearly stated that the celling didn't actually
become the weather, but only replicated it.

A resounding CRACK reverberated around the hall, it's origin unknown but nonetheless startling staff and student alike.

Torches around the room burst into flame before settling, only this time becoming a flickering gold and silver it's odd light making the shadows to the Great Hall longer than they had ever seemed before.

A bolt of lightning from the enchanted roof flashed in the room, a rumble of thunder carrying straight after. There, in the arch made by the open doors to the Great Hall, stood a group of figures.

"What is going on?" A cold yet deep silken voice had demanded coming from the back of the newcomers. It belonged to a young teenager with handsome features, a pale complexion, dark curls, and calculating cold blue eyes.

"Riddle!?" Exclaimed another teenager with messy black hair, and bright emerald green eyes, bearing an eerily resemblance to James Potter.

"Do I know you?" He questioned.

While Dumbledore looked both shocked and on guard seeing him.

"Why am I at, Hogwarts? It's still summer and I'm sure, Aurelian isn't going to be happy about my disappearance." He drawled.

"Aurelian? What did you do to him?" James Potter's lookalike demanded. Making the actual James Potter do a double take.

"Can someone explain what is going on, and why they are talking about, Aurelian?" Asked another teen with sterling grey eyes, dark hair, who wore a Slytherin tie.