Long story short: Dumbledore's musings in the very beginning of HBP, right after the Gaunt ring.


I wince as Severus and Poppy help each other heal me from that damnable Horcrux of Tom's. Honestly, that man learned far too many of the Dark Arts for his own good.

Maybe that's why he's called the Dark Lord? Must look into that…

Poppy has just let me know that the curse and therefore my death is inevitable. She tries to say the news stoically but bursts into tears halfway through. Severus rolls his eyes but pulls the matron into a half-hug just the same. I am proud of my Potions professor. Even though he only has one confidant other than me…

Though I am off-track, aren't I? I have just been informed of my impending death, and I think of Severus? No wonder everyone thinks I'm an old coot.

I stare at my hand. The blackened skin reaches up and I shake my head in sorrow. I will not be able to make my typical "Welcome to Hogwarts" arm sweep. I can't believe I can't spread my arms! If only it was on my foot instead… I never spread my legs.

I have been around teenagers for far too long. I hope Severus and Poppy don't notice my blush.


Please forgive if I gave any serious canon errors; it's been a while since I read HBP and I didn't bring the book with me to college. And I can't find it at my local Goodwill. -pout-

I got this idea purely from the line: "I can't believe I can't spread my arms ... I never spread my legs". I do think that my classmates think I'm crazy. Yay!

Best,

Cat