Now children, sit around me because I have a story to tell you. This is a story of a long, long time ago. The date was December 25th, 2007. Oh alright, it was last year, but a lot changed on that eventful day.
It was early morning in our little house. I had the upstairs bedroom, the one that faced the early morning sun. I remember opening my eyes to a snow filled wonderland waiting for me outside. It was Christmas morning of course, and I was excited. You see, this would be the last Christmas before I would go to Hogwarts, the last Christmas waking up in this bedroom, the last one before my school life started.
I could hear my mother making breakfast downstairs, and I knew my father was reading the Daily Prophet, at our small kitchen table. I had to remember this moment; I had to remember this wonderful day. I remember lying as still as possible as to take in the morning, the sound of mom, the smell of sausage, the white light pouring in the window, the feather pillow under my head.
After about ten minutes of taking it all in, I decided enough was enough, I had to get up. I jumped off my bed and grabbed my fluffy red robe off the hook on my door, and started searching for my red fluffy slippers. One was where it always was, but the other was missing. Not under the bed, or in my closet or in the upstairs hallway. At this point the only culprit would be my little dog Bennie. He probably took it.
Bennie slept on my parents bed, so I started down the stairs to my parents room, sure enough on my parents bed lie little Bennie with my red slipper in his little mouth. After acquiring my slipper I turned foot to leave my parents room, when I noticed something I had never seen before. On the top of my parents desk was a small package wrapped in a light blue paper. All I remember was that I was very excited; this had to be a surprise for me. I just could not wait; I had to open the paper right that second.
I gingerly took the paper off the small box and opened the hinged box inside. On the velvet was a small gold charm in the shape of an egg timer. This must have been meant for my mom, I didn’t cook. For some reason I decided to put the necklace on, it was very nice looking, and the sand in the little timer really did move around when I turned it. At that point everything turner upside down and backwards, and then I blacked out.
I woke up on the floor; I must have hit my head at some point because my head hurt. I opened my eyes and the room spun, I thought I might black out again, but steadied myself on the dresser next to me. That’s when I knew something was wrong, something was just not right. The room I was in was my parents, but there was a lot of white furniture, the blinds were drawn and the dresser I was touching had a few holes blown into it. I had not idea where I was, all I know is that I had to get out, and get out fast.
I slipped out the door and looked down the hallways to my kitchen, again this was not my hallway, it was scattered with plants, and cabinets full of indescribable items. I had no idea what was happening, or where I was. At this point I started yelling for my mother, and then for my father, when I received no answer I just started yelling. I wasn’t yelling for someone, I was just yelling. I opened my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks, at some point I must have sat down because I was on the ground.
“Are you alright” a small voice said behind me, I turned around as quick as I could. Behind me stood a little boy of no more than five years old, he had brown hair and shocking blue eyes. He stood there and looked at me with such curiosity. He asked me where I came from and I told him what had happened. The entire time, he just nodded his head as if he understood what was going on the whole time.
Upon ending my story he waked right up to me, put his hand on my egg timer necklace and looked at it hard. “This thing must have sent you here; it’s the only thing that makes since.” I remember looking at the timer, could this little thing really have done this to me? But if it sent me here, then it should be able to send me back.
I thanked the boy and stood up taking the little egg timer in my hands. I started to turn the little timer as I had before, but backwards this time, when the little boy shouted “I don’t even know your name, what if we meet again?” I screamed out my name just as the room started to spin. Over the whooshing noise of the room spinning I could hear the young boy screaming out “I’m Albus Dumbledore”.
I woke up on the ground with my mother and father standing above me. My mother shirked in delight as I opened my eyes, and my father hoisted me into his arms and headed towards my bedroom. He placed my in my bed, as they both told me that I needed to rest, and they would bring me up some food.
They thought I had some kind of fit that day, they never found out I had used the egg timer. Though they did wonder what happened to my mothers present, but decided that the dog must have eaten it. As I sat in my bed pondering over what had happened, wondering if I had dreamt it all, I noticed something written in my windowsill. Etched into the white paint of my windowsill was “In case we ever meet again. A.D”