-Meanwhile-
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was fuming after yet another show of disrespect from the Boy-Who-Lived. Albus had walked back up to his office after the latest public embarrassment he had faced. Picking up the silver trinkets that stood on the little side spindle-legged table next to his desk, Albus swept them onto the floor and began stomping them with his right foot and then his left. First went the model of Hogwarts which alerted him to changes in the wards, next Albus was smashing, crushing, and destroying the little Hogwarts Express that alerted him when the students were on the train safely. The train gave a sad little puff of enchanted smoke before crumbling to dust. All the while, Albus was furiously thinking to himself the boy should have been bowing, scraping, and kissing his boots, why was he so independent, why was he free to do as he pleased? Dumbledore's magic caused the windows of the office to rattle dangerously. That foolish brat had defied him one too many times and now he would be forced to pay the price for his actions.