From Up Here

From up here I can see that he is sitting on the Hogwarts Express, as he runs his fingers through his hair trying to come to terms with the terrifying events that had occurred in his previous year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As the train sped past fields the rest of the compartment spoke in hushed voices, every now and then glancing towards Harry with a concerned look on their face. Their ex-Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had unexpectedly been killed, by a teacher, Proffessor Snape.

It happened in the Astronomy tower, in the evening at the Hogwarts school. Harry and Dumbledore had been out, looking for one of Voldemort's Horcruxes; an object which has a portion of ones soul encased in. By destroying all of Voldemorts horcruxes could he be killed. Ah, but I have not explained. You see, Voldemort, well, I'm sure you know the story. Its as famous as the Bible, perhaps even more so. And you must understand that Harry Potter is his enemy-but more so. I am sure that even muggles such as yourself can understand his, for want of a better word, powers. As his mind is great-dreadful-but great, so are his fears. Unknowingly I am sure, he is afraid of a small thing in life that does not matter-death.

I understand that you are probably most confused right now, who wouldn't be? Death. The word can hush the rowdiest of people., but what is there to be scared of? Think, and listen closely. Death is a natural part of life- however the death has come about. People fear their own death, or the death of those close to them. What is there to be afraid of? For all we know there could be a cloudy white garden in the sky. And, I say that it is a small thing in life, because really it's not part of life, is it?

So, where was I? My old mind gets away with me sometimes, but I always feel a need to explain things thoughraly. Do you know who I am yet? I am Albus Percifvul Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. You already knew? Ah, so like muggles. You can never be wrong, you always believe you are right. In case you are wondering, I have not fully breached the inner walls of death, so I do not know it's secrets. I am but a lingering soul for now. I will go when the time is right. I can still see young Harry. But, alas he is no longer the young eleven year old that I first met. He is grown up, soon to be seventeen. A man.

I can't help but sigh. I am lookinmg down at him now. Such a burden. such a burden. But he will get through it. I know. I have always known. I may not be a seer (not even one like Sybil) but I've always felt it in my old bones. I have to warn you, before you waste your youth, arthritis is a real pain in the-well, derriere.

I can feel the heavens calling, I reach my hands down and say, 'Goodbye Harry. Do well.' I see him look up and see me, I give him a reasuring smile. And he seemed brighter.

Also, I would like to add, that congratualtions on the muggle who invented MP3s-heaven would get a bit boring for all eternity if I didn't have one. And with that I finish my descent to the world above, whilst headbopping to System of a Down's 'Chop Suey'.

Note from Author: Yay! I felt like writing this one. I was in a strange mood. I may write some more. Reveiws would be nice!