The Teenage Mind

By: PatronusPotter41192

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Disclaimer: none of this belongs to me- it belongs to the one, the only, the brilliant J.K. Rowling!

A/N: This story begins at the bottom of page 569 of Half-Blood Prince.

IMPORTANT: Italicized words are text copied straight out of Half-Blood Prince!

Chapter 1- A Solution

Their eyes met over the basin, each pale face lit with that strange, green light. Harry did not speak. Was this why he had been invited along- so that he could force-feed Dumbledore a potion that might cause him unendurable pain?

"You remember," said Dumbledore, "the condition on which I brought you with me?"

Harry hesitated, looking into the blue eyes that had turned green in the reflected light of the basin .

"But what if- ?"

"You swore, did you not, to follow any command I gave you?"

"Yes, but-"

"I warned you, did I not, that there might be danger?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but-"

"Well, then," said Dumbledore, shaking back his sleeves once more and raising the empty goblet, "you have my orders."

"Why can't I drink the potion instead?" asked Harry desperately.

"Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable," said Dumbledore. "Once and for all, Harry, do I have your word that you will do all in your power to make me keep drinking?"

"Couldn't- ?"

"Do I have it?"

"But-"

"Your word, Harry."

"I- all right, but-"

Before Harry could make any further protest, Dumbledore lowered the crystal goblet into the potion. For a split second, Harry hoped that he would not be able to touch the potion with the goblet, but the crystal sank into the surface as nothing else had; when the glass was full to the brim, Dumbledore lifted it to his mouth.

"Your good health, Harry."

"Professor, wait!" Harry demanded. Dumbledore paused with the goblet about an inch away from his face, before turning to look at Harry.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering, Professor," Harry began, "what if, er, we emptied the basin without you drinking it?"

Dumbledore looked thoughtfully at him for a few seconds before replying, "I doubt it will work, but it's worth a try."

With these words, Dumbledore handed the goblet to Harry and conjured something that looked strangely like a laundry tub.

"Professor," Harry said unsurely, "is that a, er-?"

"Yes, Harry, it is indeed a laundry tub. It has always fascinated me the way muggles wash their socks."

Harry merely chuckled, not wanting to go into an explanation about how muggles used washers and dryers nowadays.

Dumbledore conjured a second goblet, identical to the first, and said, "Let's begin, shall we?"

Will it work? Find out next chapter- Back Where They Came From. (I'll be posting it soon, reviews always help, though!)

A/N: Will it work? Find out next chapter- Back Where They Came From. (I'll be posting it soon, reviews always help, though!)