Dumbledore and Harry walked over to the black cabinet against the wall. Harry remember
the last time he had been to this part of the office the cabinet's door had not been closed correctly
and he found the pensieve. Dumbledore took out his wand and muttered something under his breathe
that sound remarkably like 'Yellow Gerbils'. The cabinet immediately opened to reveal the shallow
stone basin known as 'the Pensieve.
"Well, Harry, you know what to do." Dumbledore said with such sadness.
"Professor, you don't need to show me this." Harry replied looking up at the withering old
man.
"It's better you see it how it was, rather than me telling you." Dumbledore said as his hand
shot forward and grabbed Harry's wrist. Dumbledore then shoved his hand into the basin and
watched as Harry became a duller shade. With that, Dumbledore knew Harry was in his memories.
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"Holy Shit!" Harry screamed as he felt himself being hurdled forward into the silvery substance of
the basin. Again he felt the piercing cold of the utter blackness around him. Harry closed his eyes.
He felt everything rush by and then everything was calm. Harry opened his eyes. He was standing on
a golden perch at someone's house. Before him, he saw two men, one the looked remarkably like
Dumbledore and the other that had a resemblance to Voldemort himself. Suddenly his scar started
hurting, as if it were a dull ache.
"Humm... I wonder who these people could be." Harry thought to himself. He thought there
for a bit, and then an idea hit him.
"Oh, it is probably Dumbledore and Voldemort! Silly me!" Harry went to go slap himself on
the head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw bright red feathers.
"Oh! This must be Fawkes' memories!" Harry said aloud. All a sudden yelling could be
heard.
"LOOK AT THIS MESS!" Voldemort screamed picking up the pile of thongs off the floor.
"I work so hard at keeping this house clean and all you do is mess it up!"
Voldemort was sporting bright pink short shorts and a very loose purple shirt that was
unbuttoned all the way down to the middle of his chest.
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO NAG ME?" Dumbledore screamed back at him.
Harry realized that Dumbledore had only a leather thong on and a scarf around his neck. He winced
at such a sight.
"I WOULDN'T HAVE TO NAG YOU IF YOU DIDN'T ALWAYS LEAVE A MESS
EVERYWHERE YOU GO!" Voldemort yelled with his arms up in the air waving them furiously.
"OH YEAH? YOU WANT ME TO CLEAN UP MY MESS!" Dumbledore roared picking
up one of the thongs on the floor. "HERE!" Dumbledore hurled it at Voldemort and it hit him right
in the face.
Voldemort looked back at Dumbledore in such utter disbelief.
"You...I... believe.... ME!" Voldemort was lost for words. Dumbledore took his chance.
"AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I NEVER LIKED THIS ONE YOU GAVE TO ME!"
Dumbledore said picking on a bright green one with pompom balls on it. "IT'S UGLY AND
UNCOMFORTABLE"
"But Dumbledore... baby.... I thought you loved that!" Voldemort said his bottom lip
quivering.
"No. NEVER. I just did that to not hurt your feelings." Dumbledore replied with such
bitterness. Voldemort started crying to himself.
"That's JUST like you," Dumbledore scoffed, "always crying over EVERY LITTLE
THING!"
Voldemort began to cry even harder. He took a handkerchief out of shirt and blew his nose.
He looked up at Dumbledore.
"It's OVER DUMBLEDORE!"Voldemort shrieked at Dumbledore sniffing.
"FINE! GOOD-BYE! HERE, I'll GET YOUR THINGS FOR YOU!" Dumbledore hollered
at him. With that he shouted 'GETOUTOFHEREUSANDTAKEYOURSTFUFFUS' and a suitcase
of all Voldie's stuff appeared at Voldemort's feet. "There... OUT!"
Voldemort looked up at Dumbledore with such hate.
"I used to love you." he said.
"I never did." Dumbledore replied cruelly. Voldemort let out a cry.
"Oh you awful, awful man!" Voldemort said storming out of the house. Right before he left
Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore. "You'll regret this!" he said shaking the
wand at him.
"You will too." Dumbledore replied darkly.
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the last time he had been to this part of the office the cabinet's door had not been closed correctly
and he found the pensieve. Dumbledore took out his wand and muttered something under his breathe
that sound remarkably like 'Yellow Gerbils'. The cabinet immediately opened to reveal the shallow
stone basin known as 'the Pensieve.
"Well, Harry, you know what to do." Dumbledore said with such sadness.
"Professor, you don't need to show me this." Harry replied looking up at the withering old
man.
"It's better you see it how it was, rather than me telling you." Dumbledore said as his hand
shot forward and grabbed Harry's wrist. Dumbledore then shoved his hand into the basin and
watched as Harry became a duller shade. With that, Dumbledore knew Harry was in his memories.
------------------------
"Holy Shit!" Harry screamed as he felt himself being hurdled forward into the silvery substance of
the basin. Again he felt the piercing cold of the utter blackness around him. Harry closed his eyes.
He felt everything rush by and then everything was calm. Harry opened his eyes. He was standing on
a golden perch at someone's house. Before him, he saw two men, one the looked remarkably like
Dumbledore and the other that had a resemblance to Voldemort himself. Suddenly his scar started
hurting, as if it were a dull ache.
"Humm... I wonder who these people could be." Harry thought to himself. He thought there
for a bit, and then an idea hit him.
"Oh, it is probably Dumbledore and Voldemort! Silly me!" Harry went to go slap himself on
the head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw bright red feathers.
"Oh! This must be Fawkes' memories!" Harry said aloud. All a sudden yelling could be
heard.
"LOOK AT THIS MESS!" Voldemort screamed picking up the pile of thongs off the floor.
"I work so hard at keeping this house clean and all you do is mess it up!"
Voldemort was sporting bright pink short shorts and a very loose purple shirt that was
unbuttoned all the way down to the middle of his chest.
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO NAG ME?" Dumbledore screamed back at him.
Harry realized that Dumbledore had only a leather thong on and a scarf around his neck. He winced
at such a sight.
"I WOULDN'T HAVE TO NAG YOU IF YOU DIDN'T ALWAYS LEAVE A MESS
EVERYWHERE YOU GO!" Voldemort yelled with his arms up in the air waving them furiously.
"OH YEAH? YOU WANT ME TO CLEAN UP MY MESS!" Dumbledore roared picking
up one of the thongs on the floor. "HERE!" Dumbledore hurled it at Voldemort and it hit him right
in the face.
Voldemort looked back at Dumbledore in such utter disbelief.
"You...I... believe.... ME!" Voldemort was lost for words. Dumbledore took his chance.
"AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I NEVER LIKED THIS ONE YOU GAVE TO ME!"
Dumbledore said picking on a bright green one with pompom balls on it. "IT'S UGLY AND
UNCOMFORTABLE"
"But Dumbledore... baby.... I thought you loved that!" Voldemort said his bottom lip
quivering.
"No. NEVER. I just did that to not hurt your feelings." Dumbledore replied with such
bitterness. Voldemort started crying to himself.
"That's JUST like you," Dumbledore scoffed, "always crying over EVERY LITTLE
THING!"
Voldemort began to cry even harder. He took a handkerchief out of shirt and blew his nose.
He looked up at Dumbledore.
"It's OVER DUMBLEDORE!"Voldemort shrieked at Dumbledore sniffing.
"FINE! GOOD-BYE! HERE, I'll GET YOUR THINGS FOR YOU!" Dumbledore hollered
at him. With that he shouted 'GETOUTOFHEREUSANDTAKEYOURSTFUFFUS' and a suitcase
of all Voldie's stuff appeared at Voldemort's feet. "There... OUT!"
Voldemort looked up at Dumbledore with such hate.
"I used to love you." he said.
"I never did." Dumbledore replied cruelly. Voldemort let out a cry.
"Oh you awful, awful man!" Voldemort said storming out of the house. Right before he left
Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore. "You'll regret this!" he said shaking the
wand at him.
"You will too." Dumbledore replied darkly.
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