An illusion. It had to be. Why else would he see Dumbledore in hid doorway, with his trademark half-moon spectacles and stroking his white beard, which illuminated in the moonlight, like a hilarious ancient character who would roll up his yellowed scroll and recite a Tang dynasty poem. But no, Dumbledore had no expression that might let Harry think that he was about to break into a poem recitation. Nah. It just seemed as if Dumbledore was going to speak to him in his usual calm tone- Dumbledore being the bearer of bad news this time, which Harry did not expect. He was already … um… he flipped through his mental Rolodex. Ok, he was 17 going on 18 now, about to become, legally, an adult. And he still had that dumb scar which people recognized him for. So, anyway, you'd think that since he was 17 already, he'd learnt his lesson. But admit it, does that sound like our Harry Potter? Nope. And that was why he reached for his wand, which had been tucked away safely and ventured an unintelligible sleepy murmur: 'zzsghou?' The Dumbledore illusion laughed. ' That's all you can say, Harry? Why don't you say something like, oh, I haven't seen you for years, sir, how are you? I've been busy trying to avenge you and finding the clues to everything that has happened?' Its gentle but firm voice was tinged with sadness. 'I can see you're guarded. Well, I'm just here to say… ' He paused, looking at Harry's wand, which was raised higher, 'don't do anything rash. What with Voldemort already forming- no, already attacking with his Dementor army and all his supporters…Harry, tell me honestly, why do you want to know all this?'
Harry winced, as Dumbledore floated to his side and turned on the table light. Even if the light was dim, He still hated having to see it at 12 plus in the morning. AND he so did not want to be telling Dumbledore all the things he wasn't even sure of. 'I DON'T KNOW!' He was reaching the point of insanity. When you are an adult, stuff like this just makes you go bonkers. Or almost an adult. What's worse, the breakup with Ginny was weighing him down. He just couldn't deal with anymore Voldemort stuff. 'Ok…' Dumbledore nodded. Harry thought it was annoying, the way you could strangle him and he still would forgive you. But… was that the evil side of him speaking? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything. All he knew was that he had to get Dumbledore off his bed and off his case, and think about it in the morning. Just not now.
Confusing, I know, but then again I'm not even sure myself. What I'm thinking now is that if you hate it give me 20 reviews calling me an idiot (like what somebody else received) and if you like it, good for both of us. Chapters based on number of reviews.