I'm bored, so here's an extract of something I wrote a long time ago. Well, four years ago.
Night's thick blanket covered the cloudless, star filled sky. The dog days were reaching their peak; as the dry ground cracked despite being in England of all places. A warm fireplace softly roared as a wizard sat in front of it, reading with bought but the soft glow from the burning wood. The wizard kicked his thumb to turn the page, an old habit, a contented smile on the young man's lips. He hummed a light tune he heard somewhere: where exactly he could not recall, but somewhere. His delightful moment of peace was interrupted by a sharp rap on the door. Curious at to who could be calling at such an ungodly hour, he opened the door. To his astonishment, there stood a little girl. She shivered terribly despite the mild summer night, clothed in peculiar clothing for a girl. She did not look old, maybe nine at oldest, long, wavy dark locks of hair flowing down to her waist in mangled knots. Wide eyes peered into his own, one a mossy green, the other with a tint of blue. Her skin was porcelain pale, with a flush on her cheeks and nose. She rubbed her nose with her filthy sleeve. "Hello? Where are you parents?" The wizard asked , not unkindly. The girl flinched. "Dead." She responded, lip quivering. " Oh. " The wizard paused, a little taken aback. "What can I do for you?" He asked, concerned. She blinked at him a few times in quick succession, as if confused. "Are- are you Albus Dumbledore?" She asked , her voice couldn't be any shakier. "Yes. Why? What's your name?" He asked, a little awkwardly. " Visions. Only... Only Albus Dumbledore can change the future. " The girl wheezed, as if she were pushing every word from her lungs forcefully The girl flashed him a weak, half heart smile, as she swayed and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her legs have out, and Albus dashed forward to catch her before her head hit the ground. Well, what the hell was he supposed to do now?