Innocent Word's
Author: Captain Cornflake
Chapter Five: Dumbledore, Headmaster Extraordinaire..
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~*DISCLAIMER*~
I do NOT own Harry Potter, all credit goes J.K Rowling and thanks to PuddlemereChaser for letting me steal your ideas (j/k). PS I own Emilia.
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A/N: this chapter was definitely not intended to be written until I heard that Richard Harris had died yesterday.(25/10/02). My sympathies go out to his family and fans.
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Professor Albus Dumbledore was, as Hagrid had had so well described him, the best headmaster Hogwarts had seen these many long years, but he was ageing fast, he was old, and very tired, although he never let it show in front of his staff. He always tried his best to keep a strong face in the presence of the pupils.
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It was the beginning of the end for him at the beginning of Harry Potter's fourth year, just after the names had been drawn for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
As he sat down in his throne-like chair, which still seemed a bit over the top for him, Dumbledore, for the first time in his life, was really in agony. It felt like Voldemort himself was trying to rip his heart out and laugh at him while he was doing it.
Professor McGonagall looked at her superior, and noticing the pained expression on his face, asked him:
'Albus, are you alright?'
He took a deep breath and sank into his seat, sweating and looking a little frightened.
'Yes Minerva, I'm Ok'
The Gryffindor head of house looked worried and suspicious, like he wasn't telling her something.
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A few weeks passed by, Dumbledore was in his office writing a lengthy letter to an old friend of his, when there was that same agonising pain again, but this time he couldn't ignore it, it was getting steadily worse, more burning, and there was a tingling in his left arm.
He tried taking deeper breaths to steady himself, but it wasn't working, he was forced to sit down, holding his heart, and closing his eyes.
There was a sudden cold sweeping over him, and right then, it was obvious that there was something desperately wrong.
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Professor McGonagall was teaching a class of first year Ravenclaw and Gryffindor's, when like a sixth sense, a pang of worry echoed through her entire body.
'Excuse me class.' she muttered, racing out of the classroom and towards Dumbledore's office. Snape had obviously had the same thought as she met him on her way there.
The password to Dumbledore's office, as it had been for his entire time there was 'Lemon drop'(A/n: I don't actually know what the password was I just figured this would be a good one as they are his fave sweet), the two worried teachers ran up the stone steps to Albus' office and burst through the door, only to find his limp and lifeless body slumped over the parchment he had been writing on.
McGonagall clasped her hands tightly over her mouth and let out a gasp of terror and surprise. Snape walked to Dumbledore's desk and checked for a sign of life. There was none.
'He's dead' Severus announced in a tear-tinged tone.
Professor McGonagall burst into a waterfall of tears, which went cascading down onto Snape's shoulders when he pulled her into a sympathetic hug.
When she pulled away, Snape looked in her eyes with a sincerity that none of the other staff had ever seen, ever.
'Minerva, Dumbledore's dead, that means that you're in charge.'
For the first time, it really hit home that he was dead.
Hogwarts had lost Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster Extraordinaire..
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A/n: Sorry it was so short.
Author: Captain Cornflake
Chapter Five: Dumbledore, Headmaster Extraordinaire..
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~*DISCLAIMER*~
I do NOT own Harry Potter, all credit goes J.K Rowling and thanks to PuddlemereChaser for letting me steal your ideas (j/k). PS I own Emilia.
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A/N: this chapter was definitely not intended to be written until I heard that Richard Harris had died yesterday.(25/10/02). My sympathies go out to his family and fans.
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Professor Albus Dumbledore was, as Hagrid had had so well described him, the best headmaster Hogwarts had seen these many long years, but he was ageing fast, he was old, and very tired, although he never let it show in front of his staff. He always tried his best to keep a strong face in the presence of the pupils.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
It was the beginning of the end for him at the beginning of Harry Potter's fourth year, just after the names had been drawn for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
As he sat down in his throne-like chair, which still seemed a bit over the top for him, Dumbledore, for the first time in his life, was really in agony. It felt like Voldemort himself was trying to rip his heart out and laugh at him while he was doing it.
Professor McGonagall looked at her superior, and noticing the pained expression on his face, asked him:
'Albus, are you alright?'
He took a deep breath and sank into his seat, sweating and looking a little frightened.
'Yes Minerva, I'm Ok'
The Gryffindor head of house looked worried and suspicious, like he wasn't telling her something.
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A few weeks passed by, Dumbledore was in his office writing a lengthy letter to an old friend of his, when there was that same agonising pain again, but this time he couldn't ignore it, it was getting steadily worse, more burning, and there was a tingling in his left arm.
He tried taking deeper breaths to steady himself, but it wasn't working, he was forced to sit down, holding his heart, and closing his eyes.
There was a sudden cold sweeping over him, and right then, it was obvious that there was something desperately wrong.
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Professor McGonagall was teaching a class of first year Ravenclaw and Gryffindor's, when like a sixth sense, a pang of worry echoed through her entire body.
'Excuse me class.' she muttered, racing out of the classroom and towards Dumbledore's office. Snape had obviously had the same thought as she met him on her way there.
The password to Dumbledore's office, as it had been for his entire time there was 'Lemon drop'(A/n: I don't actually know what the password was I just figured this would be a good one as they are his fave sweet), the two worried teachers ran up the stone steps to Albus' office and burst through the door, only to find his limp and lifeless body slumped over the parchment he had been writing on.
McGonagall clasped her hands tightly over her mouth and let out a gasp of terror and surprise. Snape walked to Dumbledore's desk and checked for a sign of life. There was none.
'He's dead' Severus announced in a tear-tinged tone.
Professor McGonagall burst into a waterfall of tears, which went cascading down onto Snape's shoulders when he pulled her into a sympathetic hug.
When she pulled away, Snape looked in her eyes with a sincerity that none of the other staff had ever seen, ever.
'Minerva, Dumbledore's dead, that means that you're in charge.'
For the first time, it really hit home that he was dead.
Hogwarts had lost Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster Extraordinaire..
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A/n: Sorry it was so short.