Albert idly flipped through the notes in his hands, listening to the blizzard howling outside. He looked up at the pitch-black window, then glanced at the pocket watch beside him. It was clearly already seven in the morning, yet outside still looked like four or five in the morning. The blizzard had raged all night.
Hearing the rustle of pages turning, Tom opened his eyes and looked toward the room's only light source. He poked his head out of his warm cat bed, opened his mouth in a yawn, then curled back inside.
It was really cold outside.
That was the true state of most students. They were all huddled in their warm beds, unwilling to get up. Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were perfect examples.
Even the dormitory's heater could not dispel the chill in the air. This was the coldest part of winter in all of Scotland.
Albert looked at the notes he had revised into a complete mess and sighed softly. They contained his plans for the future: building Safe Houses, forming a force to resist Voldemort, gaining reputation and quest rewards along the way, and gradually eliminating Voldemort. There were also contingency plans in case Potter died in his fight against Voldemort. Plans to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic and place his own people within it. Though Albert disliked politics, he still needed his own support in the Ministry, and in fact, he had already begun doing so. There were plans to establish a profitable company, with Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all part of it. He would bring Sirius and Lupin in later, and the beauty products had already been arranged as well. Then there were marriage arrangements, along with plans for the rest of his life.
Well, the last part was complete nonsense. Albert