"Who is Harry Potter?" boomed a voice somewhat loud and stark. A man stood
pressing his hands on a desk before him, his peircing blue eyes observing
the man whom people called brilliant.
"I think we all know the answer to that, Rupert." Albus Dumbledore replied, with a look of no expression. To him, this was just the past repeating itself, over and over again. He was used to this by now, but Rupert Patrick refused to let go.
"But don't you see? He is a mere child, yet you don't seem to think that!" he pounded his fist on the desk, slightly shaking the objects upon it.
"Of course I understand that, Rupert," he said, holding his gaze, "I believe that we all do."
"You don't see what I'm saying, Albus, he's a boy, a mere boy, a simple magic trick like love couldn't possibly stop the Dark Lord from killing him! There has to be a more reasonable explaination, there has to!" strands of his blond hair began to hang down on his forehead as he looked at Dumbledore desperately.
"I'm afraid there isn't, Rupert, now may you please leave my office." he was still gazing at Rupert, having no real expression on his face.
"Albus..." he trailed off, realizing from the tone in Dumbledore's voice that this conversation was over. "But listen to me, someday all hell is going to break loose. Life will colapse on us someday, and the only thing that can protect us is man's will, which isn't much when you think about it."
Albus merely nodded, he had heard this statement enough times already, and he knew what it meant all too well.
Rupert then left, briskly walking out of the office and bumping into a student on his way out.
"Sorry there, kid," he mumbled, not taking notice to who it was.
"S'my fault, I'm always walking everywhere with my nose in a book, I hardly take any notice to my surroundings." she smiled, hoping to be understood quickly and quietly without starting a big sorry-off. That was what she got, and was happy to get.
The next day they found his body, dripping in blood...
"I think we all know the answer to that, Rupert." Albus Dumbledore replied, with a look of no expression. To him, this was just the past repeating itself, over and over again. He was used to this by now, but Rupert Patrick refused to let go.
"But don't you see? He is a mere child, yet you don't seem to think that!" he pounded his fist on the desk, slightly shaking the objects upon it.
"Of course I understand that, Rupert," he said, holding his gaze, "I believe that we all do."
"You don't see what I'm saying, Albus, he's a boy, a mere boy, a simple magic trick like love couldn't possibly stop the Dark Lord from killing him! There has to be a more reasonable explaination, there has to!" strands of his blond hair began to hang down on his forehead as he looked at Dumbledore desperately.
"I'm afraid there isn't, Rupert, now may you please leave my office." he was still gazing at Rupert, having no real expression on his face.
"Albus..." he trailed off, realizing from the tone in Dumbledore's voice that this conversation was over. "But listen to me, someday all hell is going to break loose. Life will colapse on us someday, and the only thing that can protect us is man's will, which isn't much when you think about it."
Albus merely nodded, he had heard this statement enough times already, and he knew what it meant all too well.
Rupert then left, briskly walking out of the office and bumping into a student on his way out.
"Sorry there, kid," he mumbled, not taking notice to who it was.
"S'my fault, I'm always walking everywhere with my nose in a book, I hardly take any notice to my surroundings." she smiled, hoping to be understood quickly and quietly without starting a big sorry-off. That was what she got, and was happy to get.
The next day they found his body, dripping in blood...