HP Drabble the Last.
For cygny who managed to get her request in just before I crossed off HP. ^_^ Enjoy, (hopefully)
OotP spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not stealing, just borrowing. Harry Potter is JKR's property, not mine
"I should probably tell you what happened between Voldemort and myself just before he turned to the dark side." Dumbledore's voice was resigned but resolute. "No...no, that won't do at all."
The old wizard turned away from the mirror and made his way back over to his desk. The portraits were all silent and affecting a fascination in other matters. The Headmaster of Hogwarts settled into his chair with a weary sigh. His Pensieve was sitting on the desk and he poked at it with his wand.
The memories were disjointed - Harry, Tom, James, Severus, Sirius, Lucius and lastly the serpentine visage of lord Voldemort. The emotions connected to each were so tangled that even the magical tool could not help him see the underlying logic.
As he prodded the silvery liquid, the wizard felt very old and very foolish. He would have to talk to Harry again. There was so much he had to say, to explain and he knows that he cannot ask for Harry's forgiveness or even his continued trust. Still, he would very much like to savour Harry's complete faith in him for just a little longer. Just while it lasts.
OotP spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not stealing, just borrowing. Harry Potter is JKR's property, not mine
"I should probably tell you what happened between Voldemort and myself just before he turned to the dark side." Dumbledore's voice was resigned but resolute. "No...no, that won't do at all."
The old wizard turned away from the mirror and made his way back over to his desk. The portraits were all silent and affecting a fascination in other matters. The Headmaster of Hogwarts settled into his chair with a weary sigh. His Pensieve was sitting on the desk and he poked at it with his wand.
The memories were disjointed - Harry, Tom, James, Severus, Sirius, Lucius and lastly the serpentine visage of lord Voldemort. The emotions connected to each were so tangled that even the magical tool could not help him see the underlying logic.
As he prodded the silvery liquid, the wizard felt very old and very foolish. He would have to talk to Harry again. There was so much he had to say, to explain and he knows that he cannot ask for Harry's forgiveness or even his continued trust. Still, he would very much like to savour Harry's complete faith in him for just a little longer. Just while it lasts.