For me or for you?
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters. J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.
Notes: Takes place shortly after the end of Harry's trial.
Is it for you that I don't dare look at you? Is it for you that I don't dare make face-to-face contact to with you? To ignore you like you're not there? Is it my concern for you? Or is it my own fear? My own fear of my own emotions?
My fear of confronting you? Is it really that I'm afraid that if I have to speak to you, I'll finally have to reveal to you the horrible truth of the prophecy?
That I selfishly don't want you to weigh down by the pressures of that, despite the fact that your ignorance call hurt you worse in the end?
I know, in my heart of hearts, which is not my fear of Voldemort that keeps me from speaking to you. It is my fear of causing you pain. You, who have already had so much pain. Your parents…living with the Durslys…Cedric Diggory…much more pain then any 15-year old should have. It is almost unthinkable about the pain you will almost certainly face in the upcoming war.
I fear your rage at me. I know it will come. It is unavoidable that you would be angry at me for not giving you any information about what is happening.
I have no grandchildren, or any children for that matter. I am proud of all that you have survived. I wish you could have a normal life. But you won't. But you can't.
Yet, I fear that you cannot handle with what I should finally tell you. It is a most stupid fear, for it's unavoidable that someday you will have to learn about the prophecy in order to fight Voldemort. I know you will be able to handle it. You'll have to. It's me who cannot handle telling you.
Harry…someday I will tell you of the prophecy…the no doubt difficult future you will face. But not today.
Albus Dumbledore made sure not have any contact with Harry as he left the Ministry of Magic.