After Nikomel had taken Panesh back to the den, Dumbledore stood up
and gazed fondly at Ron and Hermione, both of them almost asleep. He
smiled half-heartedly. So young, so very young...
Clearing his throat, he spoke softly to Ron, as Hermione appeared to
be to tired to care what anyone said.
"Mr. Weasley, I think it is best if you both stay here for the night,
until we can come up with a more suitable place for you. You do not
mind?" he asked quietly.
Ron opened his eyes halfway, looked for a moment at the wizard
standing in front of him, and mumbled something inentelligable,
before closing his eyes again. Dumbledore chuckled and covered the
two with a blanket, before taming the fire and leaving, the door
closing softly behind him.
Walking briskly down the path, he soon came to Hogsemede. Standing at
the corner by the pub, he soon spotted a tall figure hurrying down
the street. Whoever it was quickly came up to him and immeadiatly
pulled out a small card from inside his robes.
Dumbledore studied it carefully, before producing his own card and
showing it to the stranger. Nodding, the shadowy figure guestured at
the pub, and escorted Dumbledore inside. Both of them want into an
empty room, and the stranger locked the door securly, before turning
around and sighing heavily.
Dumbledore spoke urgently.
"How is it? Did we win?"
The stranger paused for a moment before replying.
"It depends. We won, but we have lost many. Too many. The defences have
been greatly reduced, and He is quickly regrouping his forces. It took
many to defeat the trolls that come down from the mountain. We were
not expecting them. And the Death-Eaters swarmed what was left of the
village while we were distracted. Their plan worked only too well. So
many were lost, Dumbledore, so many."
Dumbledore nodded sadly at him.
"Yes, there were many who suffered that should have not. But we can do
nothing for them now. We can only help those still alive. That is what
we must focus on."
The stranger twitched violently. Dumbledore reacher out a hand to him,
but he turned away.
"I am alright. I know what we must do. But I cannot see any hope for
us. He is too strong."
Dumbledore frowned.
"That may be, but we will still fight to the end, even if the end is
death for us all. Hope is always where you least expect it, Harry.
Remember that."
and gazed fondly at Ron and Hermione, both of them almost asleep. He
smiled half-heartedly. So young, so very young...
Clearing his throat, he spoke softly to Ron, as Hermione appeared to
be to tired to care what anyone said.
"Mr. Weasley, I think it is best if you both stay here for the night,
until we can come up with a more suitable place for you. You do not
mind?" he asked quietly.
Ron opened his eyes halfway, looked for a moment at the wizard
standing in front of him, and mumbled something inentelligable,
before closing his eyes again. Dumbledore chuckled and covered the
two with a blanket, before taming the fire and leaving, the door
closing softly behind him.
Walking briskly down the path, he soon came to Hogsemede. Standing at
the corner by the pub, he soon spotted a tall figure hurrying down
the street. Whoever it was quickly came up to him and immeadiatly
pulled out a small card from inside his robes.
Dumbledore studied it carefully, before producing his own card and
showing it to the stranger. Nodding, the shadowy figure guestured at
the pub, and escorted Dumbledore inside. Both of them want into an
empty room, and the stranger locked the door securly, before turning
around and sighing heavily.
Dumbledore spoke urgently.
"How is it? Did we win?"
The stranger paused for a moment before replying.
"It depends. We won, but we have lost many. Too many. The defences have
been greatly reduced, and He is quickly regrouping his forces. It took
many to defeat the trolls that come down from the mountain. We were
not expecting them. And the Death-Eaters swarmed what was left of the
village while we were distracted. Their plan worked only too well. So
many were lost, Dumbledore, so many."
Dumbledore nodded sadly at him.
"Yes, there were many who suffered that should have not. But we can do
nothing for them now. We can only help those still alive. That is what
we must focus on."
The stranger twitched violently. Dumbledore reacher out a hand to him,
but he turned away.
"I am alright. I know what we must do. But I cannot see any hope for
us. He is too strong."
Dumbledore frowned.
"That may be, but we will still fight to the end, even if the end is
death for us all. Hope is always where you least expect it, Harry.
Remember that."
