A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner guys, but well, this has been a real
busy summer...
I moved from one country to another, my parents got officially divorced (finally!) and my great-aunt died and stuff like that... So I apologise greatly to all of you, my loved and fellow reviewers!!! And, the bad news is the list of songs for each characters is my other computer, and it's in the container...
Though!!! I suddenly remembered the songs for Remus and Lockhart, and found a extremely good one for Dumbledore, so will do that one first, okay?? Love you all!!!
*******************************Albus's Fight******************************
Dumbledore sat at the desk in his office, absent-mindedly stroking Fawkes with one hand. The Daily Prophet was gently titled "He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named Returns". The old man with such young eyes smiled at this: he had tried to convince Fudge to print the V- word. Voldemort. Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself...
The grin disappeared from Dumbledore's face and a frown took its place. A lot of work was going to be done, and the clock was ticking.
And...
Even though everything he had said last year was proven to be true, doubts never leave a stubborn person's mind, it floats around, and unfortunatly, no spell could get rid off that.
***Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer***
A quill in his hand, he begin writing.
"Dear Remus,
I know how much you were deeply hurt by Sirius Black's tragic death, and I am once again trully sorry. Though I would like for you to teach again next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It seems that our students will have to learn how to defend themselves more quickly then we thought, and you being the most competent of our past five Defense Against the Dark Arts instructors, it would be a good thing to have you as a teacher, again.
Of course, Alastor was a good choice too, but I am not convinced that he would have done such a good job at teaching, seeing how last time went...
If you could reply as fast as possible, it could be really kind of you, Remus. I hope you will give a positive answer, and if you do so, I will be awaiting your visit at Hogwarts to decide on the most useful spells and curses that have to be taught.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore."
With the flick of a wand, the piece of parchment sealed itself in a letter, a Hogwarts stamp closing it. Fawkes then immediatly gripped the message, and in less time that you can say 'lemon drops', he had disappeared.
Outside the walls of the school, the sun was lowering in the horizon, taking in an orange color rapidly turning into a deep red. Red liquid, blood red. Killings. Death had already occured today.
***But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
Dumbledore stood up and headed towards the fireplace. As he passed one of the portraits, an old man spoke in a loud voice: 'Show them what an Hogwarts Headmaster is made of!' And with that, all the frames began to shout some different sentences, mostly relating to that, except for maybe one, wondering why the Chudley Canons hadn't won a match in so long, but that is out of the picture, quite litteraly.
The Headmaster smiled at this, and with a handful of flew powder, he said in a clear and grinning voice:
"Ministery of Magic, Courtroom 10!"
***Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud***
He arrived at the Ministery of Magic in the hearth of the chimney mostly hidden behind a half destroyed wall, just outside Courtroom 10. Whipping the dirt out of his robes, he walked up to the imposing doors, and entered.
Over him towered at least 50 people from the Ministery, the Wizengamot, to which he belonged, again. Though for tonight, he was in front of them, rather then with them, it had to be done.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of..." Percy went on with the list of titles, as serious as ever behind his glasses. A small smile formed in between his wrinkles and he looked around before sitting down on the chair in the middle of the room.
***But nobody ever hears him
Or the sounds he appears to make
And he never seems to notice***
"Yes, I believe this is me, indeed," he answered, his eyes laughing.
"I b-believe you -er- have s-s-something, to-to tell us, right, A-albus?" the Minister of Magic stuttered, a tic that he had taken after having heard the name 'Voldemort' too many times a day.
"Yes, Cornelius. I am here to complete the informations that did not appear in the Daily Prophet or other magazines... You all know, about the return of Lord Voldemort, I presume?"
All of the audience flinched at the name, but the old wizard went on.
"For the past year, we have been recruiting the most people we could -I shall give you a list, Cornelius, do look so worried- into what is called the Order of the Phoenix... Though unfortunatly, we suffered the death of many people, most recently Sirius Black that..."
A rise of shocked voices was heard, whisperings: indignation at that statement was clearly being held in the court.
***But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
"Sirius BLACK!"
"*THE* Sirius Black??"
"This is impossible, he is a murderer working for You-Know-Who!"
"We all know that what happened to the Potters was his fault!"
"It's a scandal!"
The rambling went on. Dumbledore stood up and went to the door of the room, opened it, and let enter a young teenager with messy black hair. Their eyes did not meet, they both knew too well what would occur if it happened.
***And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings***
They both sitted themselves in front of the still indignated hearing. After a while, the court people began to notice the new comer.
A whisper was heard throughout the room: Potter. Harry. Boy-who-live.
Cornelius Fudge coughed loudly, the noises died down.
"Well, Ha-Harry, would y-you like to-to-to explain u-us...?"
Harry Potter felt the reassuring presence of Dumbledore next to him, and after having swallowed with difficulty, he spoke: "Sirius didn't commit those murders..." he began.
Albus listened carefully as Harry told them about what happened in his 3rd year with his godfather. Then he went on about his 4th and 5th year. The whole story seemed to take the longest time, and the warlock couldn't help but notice the bruises on the young teen's hand.
Blood. More blood being spilled. Who will stop that?
He will... But who will help him? He sighed, his brows furrowing.
***But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
The whole hearing went quiet as Harry's voice died down and his story took end.
The old man stood up and looked at the Minister of Magic with all his might and stature.
"So, Cornelius, what is your first decision against the upcoming war?" he simply asked.
He let the question sink in and then sat back down.
***He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him***
Yes, he would stop them. Though he could not do this alone. They had to unite and form one to stand up to the greatest evil both worlds have ever experience.
Outside of the Ministery's wall, the sun had been down for a couple of hours now. Though, it seems that the far away stars were occasionally lit up by flashes of bright green...
***The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
A/N: hope you guys liked it!!! Am doing Remus afterwards, I think, okay??? The is called 'The Fool on the Hill' by The Beatles, and definitly thought that was the best song for Dumbledore!!! No???
PLEASE!!!! R&R!!!!
I moved from one country to another, my parents got officially divorced (finally!) and my great-aunt died and stuff like that... So I apologise greatly to all of you, my loved and fellow reviewers!!! And, the bad news is the list of songs for each characters is my other computer, and it's in the container...
Though!!! I suddenly remembered the songs for Remus and Lockhart, and found a extremely good one for Dumbledore, so will do that one first, okay?? Love you all!!!
*******************************Albus's Fight******************************
Dumbledore sat at the desk in his office, absent-mindedly stroking Fawkes with one hand. The Daily Prophet was gently titled "He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named Returns". The old man with such young eyes smiled at this: he had tried to convince Fudge to print the V- word. Voldemort. Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself...
The grin disappeared from Dumbledore's face and a frown took its place. A lot of work was going to be done, and the clock was ticking.
And...
Even though everything he had said last year was proven to be true, doubts never leave a stubborn person's mind, it floats around, and unfortunatly, no spell could get rid off that.
***Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer***
A quill in his hand, he begin writing.
"Dear Remus,
I know how much you were deeply hurt by Sirius Black's tragic death, and I am once again trully sorry. Though I would like for you to teach again next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It seems that our students will have to learn how to defend themselves more quickly then we thought, and you being the most competent of our past five Defense Against the Dark Arts instructors, it would be a good thing to have you as a teacher, again.
Of course, Alastor was a good choice too, but I am not convinced that he would have done such a good job at teaching, seeing how last time went...
If you could reply as fast as possible, it could be really kind of you, Remus. I hope you will give a positive answer, and if you do so, I will be awaiting your visit at Hogwarts to decide on the most useful spells and curses that have to be taught.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore."
With the flick of a wand, the piece of parchment sealed itself in a letter, a Hogwarts stamp closing it. Fawkes then immediatly gripped the message, and in less time that you can say 'lemon drops', he had disappeared.
Outside the walls of the school, the sun was lowering in the horizon, taking in an orange color rapidly turning into a deep red. Red liquid, blood red. Killings. Death had already occured today.
***But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
Dumbledore stood up and headed towards the fireplace. As he passed one of the portraits, an old man spoke in a loud voice: 'Show them what an Hogwarts Headmaster is made of!' And with that, all the frames began to shout some different sentences, mostly relating to that, except for maybe one, wondering why the Chudley Canons hadn't won a match in so long, but that is out of the picture, quite litteraly.
The Headmaster smiled at this, and with a handful of flew powder, he said in a clear and grinning voice:
"Ministery of Magic, Courtroom 10!"
***Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud***
He arrived at the Ministery of Magic in the hearth of the chimney mostly hidden behind a half destroyed wall, just outside Courtroom 10. Whipping the dirt out of his robes, he walked up to the imposing doors, and entered.
Over him towered at least 50 people from the Ministery, the Wizengamot, to which he belonged, again. Though for tonight, he was in front of them, rather then with them, it had to be done.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of..." Percy went on with the list of titles, as serious as ever behind his glasses. A small smile formed in between his wrinkles and he looked around before sitting down on the chair in the middle of the room.
***But nobody ever hears him
Or the sounds he appears to make
And he never seems to notice***
"Yes, I believe this is me, indeed," he answered, his eyes laughing.
"I b-believe you -er- have s-s-something, to-to tell us, right, A-albus?" the Minister of Magic stuttered, a tic that he had taken after having heard the name 'Voldemort' too many times a day.
"Yes, Cornelius. I am here to complete the informations that did not appear in the Daily Prophet or other magazines... You all know, about the return of Lord Voldemort, I presume?"
All of the audience flinched at the name, but the old wizard went on.
"For the past year, we have been recruiting the most people we could -I shall give you a list, Cornelius, do look so worried- into what is called the Order of the Phoenix... Though unfortunatly, we suffered the death of many people, most recently Sirius Black that..."
A rise of shocked voices was heard, whisperings: indignation at that statement was clearly being held in the court.
***But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
"Sirius BLACK!"
"*THE* Sirius Black??"
"This is impossible, he is a murderer working for You-Know-Who!"
"We all know that what happened to the Potters was his fault!"
"It's a scandal!"
The rambling went on. Dumbledore stood up and went to the door of the room, opened it, and let enter a young teenager with messy black hair. Their eyes did not meet, they both knew too well what would occur if it happened.
***And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings***
They both sitted themselves in front of the still indignated hearing. After a while, the court people began to notice the new comer.
A whisper was heard throughout the room: Potter. Harry. Boy-who-live.
Cornelius Fudge coughed loudly, the noises died down.
"Well, Ha-Harry, would y-you like to-to-to explain u-us...?"
Harry Potter felt the reassuring presence of Dumbledore next to him, and after having swallowed with difficulty, he spoke: "Sirius didn't commit those murders..." he began.
Albus listened carefully as Harry told them about what happened in his 3rd year with his godfather. Then he went on about his 4th and 5th year. The whole story seemed to take the longest time, and the warlock couldn't help but notice the bruises on the young teen's hand.
Blood. More blood being spilled. Who will stop that?
He will... But who will help him? He sighed, his brows furrowing.
***But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
The whole hearing went quiet as Harry's voice died down and his story took end.
The old man stood up and looked at the Minister of Magic with all his might and stature.
"So, Cornelius, what is your first decision against the upcoming war?" he simply asked.
He let the question sink in and then sat back down.
***He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him***
Yes, he would stop them. Though he could not do this alone. They had to unite and form one to stand up to the greatest evil both worlds have ever experience.
Outside of the Ministery's wall, the sun had been down for a couple of hours now. Though, it seems that the far away stars were occasionally lit up by flashes of bright green...
***The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round***
A/N: hope you guys liked it!!! Am doing Remus afterwards, I think, okay??? The is called 'The Fool on the Hill' by The Beatles, and definitly thought that was the best song for Dumbledore!!! No???
PLEASE!!!! R&R!!!!