Prophecy or Dream? [Ambrose/Dmitry]

Moments after the voice stopped speaking Dmitry heard the professor speaking mentioning the how the dream was about him and apparently fire. Suddenly a force was pulling the pair along, following the path of the orange flame to what seemed to be an old looking man standing before them. In his palm is a orange ball fire ball. Dmitry walks up to get a better look. He wasn't familiar and yet he was. His eyes where blue though lighten by age and soften with kindness, his face baring lines of time, his hare was black and long. He wore an inviting smile, His beard full and thats when he saw it, the scar on his cheek. Dmitry raised a hand to his own face and lightly touched the same scar with two fingers. "this is... me! but I'm older and I'm holding..." he looked down the Orage ball of flames now had small dragon. "I'm holding a baby dragon..." he looked back to Professor Oakwood. "what do you make of this professor?"

"...Cleansing fire...giving life..." Dmitry was studying the dragon and the old him, muttering after the professor spoke. once even scratching his chin which now had a slight stubble. "so the dragon from the fireball is a cleansing fire bringing forth new life... but I wonder why a dragon?" He beings to smile as he's studying everything, his chest swells and his shoulders are relaxed. Somehow he feels happy, relaxed, comforted. As though he might never want to leave the safety of this place.
He had no sooner asked this question but the land scape changes and shifts. zooming the back to the what could be called the middle. Back to the image of Dmitry as he is now. only now the stubble he felt was evident in this visage. He shuttered, reality slamming back in to him, the warmth and happiness giving before now ripped away replaced by awareness, cautiousness and slight confusion. "ok I've seen, I've smelt, but I've never felt anything before. Professor did you feel anything in back there?"

But before the professor had a chance to answer they were whisked way down the back enclosed by the blue flame. A slight sense of dread coming over him. If that was life this was death. He took a deep breath and ready him self as best he could for what ever he was about to see.

The figure that came in to view was something of pure terror. Surround by blue flame this figure was twisted, skeletal, blue flame burning in it's eyes and in the middle of it's chest. be hind it, him, where shadows of smoldering wreckage. Only a quick look told Dmitry and the professor what those places where. Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and other places burned and broken. The feeling around here was of rage, anger, hatred, but also "...power..." the words softly escaped Dmitry's lips. Here is what raw power looked up in when uncontrolled. The other was power suppressed, held but not used.

"...a pure force of nature..." His fists where clenched, his knuckles cracked. The figure titled it's head back and cackled, the sound horrible, raspy, and rattling. This image of Dmitry was no longer alive in a sense. it was missing something.

Dmitry shook his head clearing his mind. "I think we've seen enough professor don't you"

"To leave this you need to concentrate and will your self to stand up."

Dmitry nodded pulling him self back to the now. Focusing and willing him self back out of the vision... as he did so the scene before him began to fade around the edges until the only thing left was the corrupted version of home self it's eyes still glowing with the destructive blue flame.

When is was free from the grip of the vision all he could do was sit down slumping in the chair resting his head on his hand