In the Eyes
Summery: Ever wonder why Dumbes eyes always seem to shine and glitter! Rita Seeker, number one report for the Daily Prophet, sure would like to know! Killer Dumbledore, Dead Rita!
Disclaimer: Just so we're all on the same page, I don't own Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling does, so don't get us mixed, if that's even possible.
Ever wonder how Dumbledore gets his eyes to twinkle so? I know I sure have! That's why I'm here today, sitting in one of Dumbledore's exceptionally comfy chairs, while questioning his deceitful descriptions on how to…use this 'spell'.
"So Dumbledore-"
"Ah, call me Albus." I smiled.
"So Albus," I kept my smile, only making it brighter, "explain exactly what spell it is, the incantation, and how to use it." I am a reporter who works for the Daily Prophet and I've found this mystery…most interesting.
Dumbledore smiled his kind smile and brought his wand out, quicker than my visual observation could catch. I now see why we all call him a great wizard.
"Well first, I point my wand at my eye and try not to poke my eye out," he said with a chuckle while demonstrating. I laughed at his joke; it was fairly funny after all. "Then I say the incantation." He continued, but then he hesitated, looking suddenly nervous.
"Go on!" I encouraged, the excitement clear in my voice. I could tell that we, that I, was about to have a major break though with this if it went public! I can see the headlines now:
Dumbledore's Most Famous Secret, Revealed!
The Man Who Saved the World Twice Gives Out Major Secret
Albus Dumbledore, Unraveled!
An Eyeful of Secrets
All by me, Rita Seeker. I keep my giggle inside and turn back to the conversation at hand.
Sobering up, Dumbledore smiled and regained his posture. I smiled back, still thinking of all the wonderful attention I'd be getting soon, but then his smile changed. A grin was now in place on his old and wrinkled face which then turned into a smirk, and twisted into a repulsive smile that held no warmth; only death!
I fidgeted nervously with my quick quotes quill. I don't understand why, but suddenly I feel a great need to run and hide. And maybe I should of!
"Mrs. Seeker." Dumbledore say's, his voice as smooth as ice. An involuntary shiver went up my spine.
"Yes?" I say, eyes cast downward. I look up, disturbed by his silence, and my eyes went wide. The hand that held his wand was now facing me, tip at my forehead, instead of him. I leaped to my feet and screamed in rage as he said words that, until now, had been almost meaningless to me. I had never though he would say such words…
"Avada Kedavra!"
As my world turned black, pain flying through my veins like daggers, and I felt myself fall, I realized that he had not quite finished saying what he had to say. No matter, he said it now…the last words I would ever hear…
"Pay back, Mrs. Seeker, payback…"
And then…I DIED!
"…Twinkle, twinkle, little eyes, how I wonder how you're bright. Up right there on Dumbes face, taunting me like Christmas day. Twinkle, twinkle, little eyes how I wonder, so I die…"
