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Minerva and Magnus shot around, watching the phoenix in horror. Minerva's eyes were wide with shock and her right hand clasped her left arm tightly. She didn't move for what seemed to be ages. The phoenix had risen high into the air and flew around the room, still screaming. It was a high pitched cry, one Minerva would never be able to forget, one, so full of pain, so full of sorrow. . But as sudden as Fawkes had started to cry he stopped again. He landed behind Dumbledore's desk, his eyes wearing the saddest expression. Minerva stared at the bird for another few seconds, before she sank back into Dumbledore's chair and closed her eyes. She had feared the worst. Her heartbeat started to slow down and Magnus thought to see some colour returning to her face. He walked round the desk and laid his hand on her shoulder: "It's ok, everything's fine, whatever happened, Albus is not dead!" Minerva opened her eyes wearily and simply nodded. "I should leave now, I guess I'll hear from you soon." Again Minerva just nodded, she didn't trust her voice yet. Magnus left through the back door, just as the front door flew open. Some teachers had heard the scream and thought something had happened to Minerva. "I assure you I am fine, it was Fawkes, he's probably just mourning Albus." she lied to Anna Sprout and the others. When they finally left her alone Minerva wandered around Albus' office, until she sat down on a small bench near the fire and started to cry softly.
"Harry, what happened, whose cry was it?" Harry, now prefect of Gryffindor, returned form a meeting with some teachers into the Gryffindor common room and was instantly surrounded by anxious students. "No need to worry everyone, it was just Fawkes, he is mourning Professor Dumbledore's death. I know, the cry of a phoenix can be very scary, but nevertheless it is nothing to be concerned about." The others seemed satisfied, only Hermione and Ron knew the truth.. They pulled Harry outside the common room, away from the fat lady into a narrow floor (gang). "Harry, if Fawkes screamed, then maybe, I mean wouldn't it be possible that something has happened to Dumbledore?" Ron asked, feeling very uncomfortable. Hermione nodded: "Yes, a phoenix feels his owner's pain, didn't you know that?" Both boys shook their heads, which didn't surprise Hermione much. "We have to do something!" Harry couldn't stand it to just sit around and wait, "we could inform Hagrid, he'd certainly help us find Dumbledore. ." "Yeah and after two beer he'll tell everyone else about McGonagall's plans as well! Hagrid is not very reliable you know, just think about how he told a complete stranger the way to tame Fluffy and what almost happened because of that! Really Harry, Hagrid is too much a danger, McGonagall didn't even inform the whole teachers staff. Just Snape." Hermione had her point, as always. "Hey, what about Sirius? Did someone think of him so far?" Harry looked at Ron shocked, of all people he had forgot his godfather, a person being even closer to Dumbledore than he was. "Ron, you're a genius, of course we forgot all about Sirius and Remus!" Harry felt incredibly stupid: "We have to send them an owl, Sirius is staying with Remus at the moment. I bet they already know everything." "Lets go, we need any help we can get!" The three friends returned into the common room, instantly writing a long letter to their two older friends.
Minerva dried her eyes, she felt stupid. She hadn't cried in years and certainly wouldn't start doing so now, she had always hated crying. For her it had always meant showing weakness, losing control, but when Fawkes had started to scream, she had feared the worst, she had thought that all her efforts to save Albus had been in vain, that he had died and for the second time in a few days she had felt a cold hand grab her heart and make it feel like it would burst because of the pain. But he wasn't dead, probably just suffering. Minerva sneered, what a comforting thought. She returned to Dumbledore's desk and looked at the long list of things she still had to prepare for the funeral and the reception next week. Number one on her list was searching for a suitable coffin for Albus. Only then it was hitting Minerva. No one of them had seen Albus so far. Of course they couldn't, because he was not dead after all, but usually the ministry allowed relatives or close friends to come and see the dead. When she came to think about it Fudge had seemed reluctant to let her arrange the funeral at all. If Dumbledore was not dead then who were they going to bury? Or were they going to bury an empty coffin? She hadn't thought of it so far, but now. She had to know the truth and instantly called Fudge in London.
"Minerva, how good to see you again, Fudge isn't here at the moment." Arthur Weasly greeted the new headmistress of Hogwarts warmly the next day. Cornelius Fudge had allowed her to come to London and see Albus. She bend closer to Arthur: "Any new information?" Arthur shook his head: "They wouldn't let me see the coffin till today," he whispered, "I am surprised Fudge allowed you to see it. Minerva it can't be empty when they agree to let you see it." Minerva had thought of this before, too. What if she had been wrong, if she had misread the signs and Albus was dead after all? Arthur led her out of the ministry through the cold November air to a small building. "Here every important dead person is kept till the relatives come and take the coffins." Arthur led her down the hall till they came to a plain black coffin: "Here we are. Albus Dumbledore, at least that's what they say who is in here." Minerva nodded and with trembling hands she opened the coffin. She gasped and had to hold on to Arthur for support. There laying in the plain black coffin was Dumbledore.
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Minerva and Magnus shot around, watching the phoenix in horror. Minerva's eyes were wide with shock and her right hand clasped her left arm tightly. She didn't move for what seemed to be ages. The phoenix had risen high into the air and flew around the room, still screaming. It was a high pitched cry, one Minerva would never be able to forget, one, so full of pain, so full of sorrow. . But as sudden as Fawkes had started to cry he stopped again. He landed behind Dumbledore's desk, his eyes wearing the saddest expression. Minerva stared at the bird for another few seconds, before she sank back into Dumbledore's chair and closed her eyes. She had feared the worst. Her heartbeat started to slow down and Magnus thought to see some colour returning to her face. He walked round the desk and laid his hand on her shoulder: "It's ok, everything's fine, whatever happened, Albus is not dead!" Minerva opened her eyes wearily and simply nodded. "I should leave now, I guess I'll hear from you soon." Again Minerva just nodded, she didn't trust her voice yet. Magnus left through the back door, just as the front door flew open. Some teachers had heard the scream and thought something had happened to Minerva. "I assure you I am fine, it was Fawkes, he's probably just mourning Albus." she lied to Anna Sprout and the others. When they finally left her alone Minerva wandered around Albus' office, until she sat down on a small bench near the fire and started to cry softly.
"Harry, what happened, whose cry was it?" Harry, now prefect of Gryffindor, returned form a meeting with some teachers into the Gryffindor common room and was instantly surrounded by anxious students. "No need to worry everyone, it was just Fawkes, he is mourning Professor Dumbledore's death. I know, the cry of a phoenix can be very scary, but nevertheless it is nothing to be concerned about." The others seemed satisfied, only Hermione and Ron knew the truth.. They pulled Harry outside the common room, away from the fat lady into a narrow floor (gang). "Harry, if Fawkes screamed, then maybe, I mean wouldn't it be possible that something has happened to Dumbledore?" Ron asked, feeling very uncomfortable. Hermione nodded: "Yes, a phoenix feels his owner's pain, didn't you know that?" Both boys shook their heads, which didn't surprise Hermione much. "We have to do something!" Harry couldn't stand it to just sit around and wait, "we could inform Hagrid, he'd certainly help us find Dumbledore. ." "Yeah and after two beer he'll tell everyone else about McGonagall's plans as well! Hagrid is not very reliable you know, just think about how he told a complete stranger the way to tame Fluffy and what almost happened because of that! Really Harry, Hagrid is too much a danger, McGonagall didn't even inform the whole teachers staff. Just Snape." Hermione had her point, as always. "Hey, what about Sirius? Did someone think of him so far?" Harry looked at Ron shocked, of all people he had forgot his godfather, a person being even closer to Dumbledore than he was. "Ron, you're a genius, of course we forgot all about Sirius and Remus!" Harry felt incredibly stupid: "We have to send them an owl, Sirius is staying with Remus at the moment. I bet they already know everything." "Lets go, we need any help we can get!" The three friends returned into the common room, instantly writing a long letter to their two older friends.
Minerva dried her eyes, she felt stupid. She hadn't cried in years and certainly wouldn't start doing so now, she had always hated crying. For her it had always meant showing weakness, losing control, but when Fawkes had started to scream, she had feared the worst, she had thought that all her efforts to save Albus had been in vain, that he had died and for the second time in a few days she had felt a cold hand grab her heart and make it feel like it would burst because of the pain. But he wasn't dead, probably just suffering. Minerva sneered, what a comforting thought. She returned to Dumbledore's desk and looked at the long list of things she still had to prepare for the funeral and the reception next week. Number one on her list was searching for a suitable coffin for Albus. Only then it was hitting Minerva. No one of them had seen Albus so far. Of course they couldn't, because he was not dead after all, but usually the ministry allowed relatives or close friends to come and see the dead. When she came to think about it Fudge had seemed reluctant to let her arrange the funeral at all. If Dumbledore was not dead then who were they going to bury? Or were they going to bury an empty coffin? She hadn't thought of it so far, but now. She had to know the truth and instantly called Fudge in London.
"Minerva, how good to see you again, Fudge isn't here at the moment." Arthur Weasly greeted the new headmistress of Hogwarts warmly the next day. Cornelius Fudge had allowed her to come to London and see Albus. She bend closer to Arthur: "Any new information?" Arthur shook his head: "They wouldn't let me see the coffin till today," he whispered, "I am surprised Fudge allowed you to see it. Minerva it can't be empty when they agree to let you see it." Minerva had thought of this before, too. What if she had been wrong, if she had misread the signs and Albus was dead after all? Arthur led her out of the ministry through the cold November air to a small building. "Here every important dead person is kept till the relatives come and take the coffins." Arthur led her down the hall till they came to a plain black coffin: "Here we are. Albus Dumbledore, at least that's what they say who is in here." Minerva nodded and with trembling hands she opened the coffin. She gasped and had to hold on to Arthur for support. There laying in the plain black coffin was Dumbledore.