After a bit of thinking I somehow managed to combine „Hatred"with the HP
world...
THX @ caracinous for correcting it (after having read this it won't be a fault to read her stories, too, they're ingenious ^^ )
WHY
The light in Dumbledore's eyes had gone. The person most wizards and witches had believed in was dead. Killed by a member of the order.
He found it hard to accept this terrible part of reality. Harry Potter had died and responsible for his death was someone Dumbledore had trusted without any doubts of her loyalty to the order.
Untill now, he was the only one who knew the murderer's identity.
It was known by the public that someone of Dumbledore's order had killed the boy who once had lived. But people expected Severus Snape to be the traitor. A bitter smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.
Snape had always been the person believed to have commited every crime on earth. But it had been Severus who warned him before the boy was killed. The warning had been in vain. At that time, it had seemed so unlikely to Dumbledore.
Why should she betray them? She had always seemed so open-minded, brave, muggle-loving. Why the hell had she done it? WHY?
The only thing Dumbledore had done after Snape's warning was to ensure that if something happened to Harry Potter he would be aware immediately.
There was just this slightly disappointing fact, that the thing that happened to Harry was death. It hadn't helped a sickle that Dumbledore knew at once the boy was dead.
He had been only able to catch the murderer after she had killed Ron and Hermione, too. When he had seen the children's dead bodies and looked into the cold eyes of their slayer his face had shone with hatred. Not for long, but for a few seconds, he had felt the poisoning claw of hate.
And after that, he had listened to one of the strangest speeches he had ever heard.
He had never imagined that the soul of Nymphadora Tonks could be that sick and corrupted. He had taken her to his office and informed the daily prophet of Harry Potter's death. There had been a special issue thirty minutes later.
The next thing to do was to find out the reasons though it surely wouldn't prevent the young woman from the Dementors.
But somehow, even the Dementors did not seem to concern him anymore. He had become strangely numb. The whole magical world was damned to be ruined by the Dark Lord.
There was no chance to change that fact. As a consequence, there was nothing to be worried about anymore. Nothing to hope. Nothing to fear. Nothing to feel.
He now just wanted to know why this had to happen. He did not care about the future anymore.
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@ Denise Simpson: don't worry, you're on author's alert ^^
@all (if there's anyone at all who did read this): don't forget to review
and read some stories by caracinous ^^
THX @ caracinous for correcting it (after having read this it won't be a fault to read her stories, too, they're ingenious ^^ )
WHY
The light in Dumbledore's eyes had gone. The person most wizards and witches had believed in was dead. Killed by a member of the order.
He found it hard to accept this terrible part of reality. Harry Potter had died and responsible for his death was someone Dumbledore had trusted without any doubts of her loyalty to the order.
Untill now, he was the only one who knew the murderer's identity.
It was known by the public that someone of Dumbledore's order had killed the boy who once had lived. But people expected Severus Snape to be the traitor. A bitter smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.
Snape had always been the person believed to have commited every crime on earth. But it had been Severus who warned him before the boy was killed. The warning had been in vain. At that time, it had seemed so unlikely to Dumbledore.
Why should she betray them? She had always seemed so open-minded, brave, muggle-loving. Why the hell had she done it? WHY?
The only thing Dumbledore had done after Snape's warning was to ensure that if something happened to Harry Potter he would be aware immediately.
There was just this slightly disappointing fact, that the thing that happened to Harry was death. It hadn't helped a sickle that Dumbledore knew at once the boy was dead.
He had been only able to catch the murderer after she had killed Ron and Hermione, too. When he had seen the children's dead bodies and looked into the cold eyes of their slayer his face had shone with hatred. Not for long, but for a few seconds, he had felt the poisoning claw of hate.
And after that, he had listened to one of the strangest speeches he had ever heard.
He had never imagined that the soul of Nymphadora Tonks could be that sick and corrupted. He had taken her to his office and informed the daily prophet of Harry Potter's death. There had been a special issue thirty minutes later.
The next thing to do was to find out the reasons though it surely wouldn't prevent the young woman from the Dementors.
But somehow, even the Dementors did not seem to concern him anymore. He had become strangely numb. The whole magical world was damned to be ruined by the Dark Lord.
There was no chance to change that fact. As a consequence, there was nothing to be worried about anymore. Nothing to hope. Nothing to fear. Nothing to feel.
He now just wanted to know why this had to happen. He did not care about the future anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@ Denise Simpson: don't worry, you're on author's alert ^^
@all (if there's anyone at all who did read this): don't forget to review
and read some stories by caracinous ^^
