"Ah Harry! Come in!" Dumbledore exclaimed. Harry shut the door behind him before approaching the headmaster, who immediately walked over to a shelf and began rummaging around for something.
"I trust school is going well?" he asked.
"Yah," said Harry. "Um, sir? Could I ask you a question?"
"You just did. But you may ask another." Dumbledore replied.
"Where has Emily been? I haven't seen her since the start of term…"
Dumbledore grabbed something from the shelf he was shifting through and walked over to the cabinets that Harry knew contained Dumbledore's pensive.
"Well Harry, I'm glad you asked. I had planned for tonight's lesson to be all about Ms. Angeline actually."
"You… you what?" Harry asked, confused.
Dumbledore ignored him. "You could say Ms. Angeline is out doing some… errands for me."
"Errands, sir?"
"Yes. Since Voldemort's rise to power has become public, he has decided to come out from hiding. I have sent Emily out to protect the innocent people that Voldemort is fond of torturing."
"You mean, she's out there now, fighting him?" Harry asked, shocked.
"I'd say it's more likely she's fighting his death eaters, but Ms. Angeline is more than capable of taking care of herself Harry. I wouldn't worry."
Harry gave Dumbledore a feeble smile, but his insides twisted with unease.
"You remember last class when I showed you the first time I met Lord Voldemort?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, he came to Hogwarts September first and the sorting hat declared him a Slytherin the moment it touched his head. How soon afterwards did he find out that he shared the same gift as the famous Hogwarts founder? Perhaps that very night. But it never came to my attention that he had been using parsletongue to intimidate other children. Tom was actually quite a charming boy at school. Almost all the teachers were fond of him. He appeared to be a handsome and gifted orphan who was hungry for knowledge. This gained him much sympathy."
"But you weren't fooled were you sir?" Harry asked, "In the chamber of secrets, Voldemort said how you never liked him as much as the other teachers did."
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes. I certainly kept a very close watch on him. I think that Tom thought he had revealed too much to me back at the orphanage. He was careful never to do so again, but never tried to charm me the way he did with my colleagues."
"I have found it difficult to obtain memories from Tom's time here at school. Most people who studied here with him are too scared to say anything. This is why Ms. Angeline has been so helpful. You and I both know that Lord Voldemort paid very close attention to one person in particular. Lord Voldemort always got what he wanted, and made it almost like a game, to go after Emily. He enjoyed trying to woo her. And what made him continue to go after her time and time again was that she continuously refused. Tom Riddle, being who he was, a handsome young boy who had already achieved such greatness, was confused. He could charm almost anyone to do anything he desired. Anyone except Ms. Angeline."
Dumbledore opened the cabinet doors and the pensive floated out. It was filled with a silvery substance that appeared to be water, until Dumbledore poured something into it. It swirled around, and created images in the liquid.
"This is a string of memories that Ms. Angeline has been most kind to give to me," Dumbledore said. "After you Harry."
Harry leaned down and touched his nose to the surface.