Part 2

Albus Dumbledore

It was a dark night everyone at Hogwarts was lying down with exhaustion from the Quidditch match, well all except Dumbledore. He sat by the window pondering upon the prophecy. It was a tiring day but still, he could not bring himself for his well-deserved rest. The fate of Hogwarts and that of whole magical was endangered. He could sense it, unimaginable horrors were headed towards Hogwarts but the fatal part was that there was no way of knowing what could stop it. The only way was to find the person or thing in the prophecy.

"The Guardian of the saviour"

"Born from the dual world"

'The Dark Lord has risen and is making his own army and I sit here doing nothing.'

As he sat by the window cursing his fate, he spots something at a distance, headed towards his way.

It was a white messenger owl. One that is used to deliver extremely urgent messages.

'Why is it here so late at night' Albus thought.

Albus stared at the owl and spots a piece of paper tied at his leg. What was it that was so important? He raises his eyebrows and waits for its arrival.

The owl flies in and sits on the windowsill. Albus stroked his head. The owl just turned away. Albus showed no expression and untied the piece of paper from its legs.

'Now where did I keep my darned specs.' He mutters and spots it on his table...'

He takes his wand from his robe and...... 'Accio'.

His specs fly to his hand and he puts them on.

'Ok, that's better, now let's see.......'

It was a cutting from a Muggle newspaper with a small red circle drawn on the image. Well, nothing seemed out of the way.

" Boy saves unconscious mother from fire "

"11-year-old boy douses fire mysteriously created in the middle of the zoo. Zoo officials unable to..........."

' Well, nothing extraordinary here....then what could it be'

He concentrates at the picture and takes a long breath as the situation dawns on him. The boy has been holding a wand.

' What...How did he.......could he be......'

He leaps out and runs to his desk. There was no time to be lost. He walks to his Phoenix 'Fawkes' and wakes him up gently. He looks into his eyes and mutters gravely.....'The Guardian is found'.

Fawkes nods and spreads his wings. A large ball of flames appears and a feather drops to the ground.