Harry felt fear rushing through his body like an escaped flower. He ran forward. His heart pounded like a flying cockroach.

Suddenly, a leaf fell onto his body and knocked the breath out of his body. He turned around and tackled the leaf. He rolled over the leaf and finally tore it. Harry punched the air in victory.

"I did it! I finally did it!" He yelled happily to no one in particular as the room was so empty that eighteen donkeys couldn't fit in. He grabbed the donkeys that couldn't fit in and sat happily on them.

"Go! Go! Go!" He commanded one of them and whacked it's hooves with his wand. The frightened donkey threw him off and ran away ee-horing.

Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared from somewhere with an owl. Pig. Dumbledore hooted at the poor frighten Pig.

"Back again, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"I didn't know you were a hootiemouth." said Harry loudly. Dumbledore smiled.

"It's in my genes." he replied.

-Pig thinking.-

-'What's that white beard doing? Why is he staring at me? WHY IS HE MAKING THAT STUPID NOISE?'-

Pig looked at Dumbledore for a moment and then flew away.

"I see you like many others have found the mirror of erised delightful, and let me give you a hint, the mirror shows the happy man another man who's happy." said Dumbledore.

"I thought the mirror is still under that trap door?" Harry asked.

"Do not dream to live, boy. You must dream to dream." said Dumbledore wisely.

"That's too profound." said Harry.

"Dream, Harry. Dream. You must dream about Voldemort and tell me what he is doing." Dumbledore said again. He turned and grabbed a nodding donkey and walked off nodding to it.

Harry headed back to the common room.

He walked quickly, and bumped into someone. He bounced and flew about three meters back. He looked up and saw Dumbledore staring at him.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor." He boomed.

"Huh? But, why?" Harry asked standing up.

"Harry, you must know this, the prophecy is coming and you must learn how to block your mind from me. Voldemort can never block his mind so you must block my mind so Snape can see Voldemort in your mind. If you don't, Snape will only block your mind. Are you clear?" Dumbledore said.

"Huh?" Harry repeated.

"Mark my words... remember..." said Dumbledore walking away as Harry watched him. Suddenly he flickled and died away with a crack like a broken television. Hermione ran in.

"And I thought that only I read Hogwarts: A history, you are not supposed to apparate-" she suddenly shuddered like a piece of ham being scratched.

Suddenly, pain burst through Harry's scar. Harry felt as if a thousand Dumbledores were walking with walking sticks across his scar.

The pain... The pair of shoes... The walking stick...

Harry fell to the ground ironing his scar with his hands. He started rolling for some reason. Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling. Keep rolling, rolling...

Finally, the pain ceased, he pulled his hair, trying ot shake off the prickling feeling.

The thousand mini Dumbledores jumped off Harry's scar and turned into one large Dumbledore.

"Remember Harry, a thousand small me make one big me... take this for example," Dumbledore passed Harry the sorting hat, "The sorting hat is usless without me, so when you make your move, you'll kill Voldemort. And I don't have to worry about keeping you alive or protecting you anymore."

"You're only worry about yourself." thought Harry.

"I heard that! You don't appreciate my kindness. I'll take back my hat." Dumbledore snatched the hat back.

Lalalala... My inspirations have all gone.