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Twinkle, twinkle little star…
Those eyes…those piercing blue eyes. Always twinkling, always smiling. When I first saw them, saw him, I knew he would be different. He wouldn't be like the Dursleys. Couldn't be like the Dursleys. He was nice. I could tell. He would never lie to me.
How I wonder what you are…
Twinkling. Shining. Smiling. Always twinkling, always shining, and always smiling. I never really thought about it before. I guess I just accepted it. Unquestionably. After all, if magic was real, then surely anything was possible.
Up above in the old man's eye…
In my fourth year I had a glimpse of what lay behind the twinkle. But still, I followed him, obeyed him, and never questioned. Never asked "Why?" There was no reason to. He was the great Albus Dumbledore and everyone loved him. Even me.
There you sit, there you lie…
They lie. They always lie. Grown-ups always lie. Even him. I thought he would be different. I thought he would be kind. I thought he would never lie to me. I thought wrong.
Twinkle, twinkle little star…
Those eyes…those accursèd blue eyes! Always twinkling, but never smiling. They never smiled, I know that now. They only twinkled…and twinkling is not the same as smiling. Once, I thought they were. For, if a person's eyes smile, they are undoubtedly good and to be trusted.
Now I know what you really are.
It is said that eyes are the windows into a person's soul. His eyes were indeed windows…but they were shuttered close, and painted with stars. Stars that always twinkled and shone…but never really smiled at all. For when the man inside looked out, it was always through broken star-spangled glasses.