A/N: I accept your challenge, ARC-056. I hope you appreciate this. If you're even reading it. To everyone else: I enjoy reviews, they are like candy.
And here's a quote for the amusement of my reader(s)
"You know those people who can predict when change is coming in their life? I'm not one of them. Change has a way of just walking up and punching me in the face."
"NOOOOOO!" I screamed, pain etched onto my face as the one relative I could hope to trust fell back through a white veil, his last laugh echoed on his face. I ran for him, only to be caught by Professor Lupin, his arms strained to hold me. "No!" I whispered, tears streaking my face. This was all my fault. Hermione looked sadly across the room to me, almost pityingly. I gritted my teeth and wrenched myself out of Lupins arms, hoping to catch Sirius's wrist. I heard a pained—and decidedly feminine—shriek behind me, and then everything went black.
Was I dead?
It was my frst conscious thought.
'I'm on solid ground, I can't be dead'
I reasoned with myself. I opened my eyes, and groped for my glasses. Sure enough, I was not dead, which meant I was somewhere. "The question is," I muttered to myself, "where am I?"
Suddenly, There was a whooshing overhead. I looked up to see a large shadow blotting out the stars. A ball of bright orange flame illuminated the sky for a split second. "dragons!" I whispered to myself. Back then, I was amazed and afraid. Now, ten years later, the only feelings I posess toward dragons, is gratitude that they've left me alonefor this long. Seems like I'm not the only one who knows about these dragons, but unlike me, they posess a fiery hatred for dragons. I treally don't understand why they don't just leave ... but, then again, they are Vikings.