Chapter 25: Sherbet Lemon (2) - Revised
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as his sharp blue eyes studied Nero. "Dreams of the future?" he mused, his voice gentle yet laced with curiosity.
Nero met his gaze steadily. "Yes. It started after the Death Eater attack... The night Grandma was killed."
Dumbledore's expression darkened slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for Nero to continue.
"At first, the dreams were vague impressions, scattered and nonsensical," Nero explained. "Fragments of things I couldn't make sense of. But over time, they became... clearer."
Dumbledore hummed thoughtfully. "Prophecies, visions, glimpses through time... such phenomena are not unheard of in our world. But true foresight is rare. And often... unreliable."
"I know," Nero acknowledged. "That's why I didn't take them seriously at first. They felt like distant echoes, as if I were remembering something I had never lived through."
He paused, his fingers tightening slightly on the armrest.
"But...they became more frequent. More vivid. And I began to see things. Events, faces, that don't belong in our present."
Dumbledore studied him intently. "And what is it that you have seen?"
Nero hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "A future shaped by choices that haven't been made yet."
He exhaled slowly. "I don't know why I see these things. Maybe it's a warning. Maybe it's something else. But I can't ignore it."