Amnesia

Chapter 2

21 March 1981

A tall man walked down the deserted streets of Hogsmeade. He almost shone in the crowd; he was attired in purple silk robes with golden stars flying on them, his long silver beard and hair almost complementing the pattern. Albus Dumbledore walked serenely down the streets, his twinkling blue eyes sweeping the various people bowing to him. It was late in noon and he hadn't had any lunch being struck in the monotonous flood issues the Wizingmot sought to discuss this month.

He took out a little box of sweets, muggle sweets called Lemon Drops. He for one believed that if one has a sweet tooth he should do his biddings to please it. Well, just now he was scheduled to meet and interview a candidate to teach Deviation at his school, at the Hog's Head. That place was owned by his brother Alberforth whose affections he had long lost.

He reached the pub to see his brother cleaning glasses with the dirtiest rag known to wizardkind. He smiled at the younger man but the other just grunted and ignored the old man.

"What is the room number for Sybill Trelawney?"

"24 on the second floor." And she is just s screwed as you, Alberforth smirked to himself.

Albus nodded and climbed the stairs to the required room. He knocked discretly and a woman who barely came to his shoulders struck her head out.

"Headmaster." She nodded. She had light brown frizzy hair and wore thick round spectacles that magnified her already large eyes. Dumbledore nodded curtly and settled himself in one of the armchairs she indicated. She seated herself in a chair opposite him and started pouring tea into the blue cups. He accepted one for being polite and sipped it.

"So Miss Trelawney from the form you have submitted, you are a former Ravenclaw. You have applied for the position of Deviation Professor, am I right?" He began

"Yes."

"Your first question, who do you think will win the gobstones match this evening?"

She tilted her head, "I think Daniel Bellamy has a fair chance." Indeed in hell Trelawney, Albus thought.

"How will my day be tomorrow?"

"Dread....grim....I see your death Professor!"

Albus merely chuckled. "And what about my dear chap Nicholas Flamel?"

"A serious case of dragonpox Headmaster. Tragedy....sorrow....."

Albus got up. Clearly this lady possessed none of her great grandmother's talent. He shook his head. "I'm gravely sorry to inform you Miss Trelawney but I would have to look for a more potential candidate. If you'll---"

Suddenly the woman's voice became harsh and deep. Her eyes bulged and she went as if in a trance. He knew what was coming and cast a wandless nonverbal 'Historia'.

" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ---"

There was a clicking sound outside the door and instinctively he turned and opened the door. A spy...The prophecy has been overheard. He ran downstairs and his brother looked up.

"Did you see who ran out?"

"No one did Dumbledore. Must've apparated. There's no anti - apparating charm you bothered to cast here you see..." and he went back to his cleaning.

"... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."