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(Harry's POV)
"Is there anything you wish to tell me Harry?"
I open my mouth once, twice, looking around the room all the while. At Ron & Hermione, my two best friends, at Professor Snape, the bane of my existence. And, finally, back at you.
As I look into your eyes I see not only the ever – present twinkle but something else, a weariness you seem to be wearing like a cloak.
How can I tell you?
How do I let you know that there is simply too much to say?
That I could not possibly hope to fit everything I want to say into the small space provided by a few seconds.
I look at my two best friends again, offering them a brief smile. If I could I would tell you about their un-failing loyalty to our friendship, Hermione's almost motherly concern for me and Ron, Ron's stead-fastness and light-hearted jokes that never fail to make me smile as well as his simple comradeship when all I need is a friend and his faith that I have and will always make the right decision but somehow understanding or forgiving every time I don't.
I'd tell you about all the fights we've had over the years and about all the excuses we've found to forgive each-other afterwards, about the fact that they so obviously like each other but that they're fighting it so that I won't have to feel left out.
In most ways they're all the family I could ever want.
I'd let you know how much they mean to me, that with them I feel like I've finally come home.And Snape, oh boy – don't get me started on Snape. I could probably fill up the better part of an hour with him. I mean, how can I describe a greasy git that, from the get-go, has made it his business to make your world worse than it already is but spent my entire first year trying to protect me?
Cunning, smart, sarcastic – devoted, brave. Each characteristic are equal parts of him and, as much as I loveto watch him fail I know in equal measure hope that he will succeed.
I look away from Ron and Hermione to meet the practiced sneer of my Potions Professor and have to struggle not to laugh, devoted and brave or no, he is still Snape.
Ah, and finally my gaze turns back to you Professor Dumbledore. I take a moment to study your colorful robes before looking back up to your wise old eyes resting behind those half-moon glasses, glasses which are, no doubt, almost as famous as my bloody scar.
In you I see sadness, weariness, happiness and health. Your eyes shine down like beacons at me, as from a light-house far above. It is at this moment in which I realize that you already know what my answer will be.
Oh Professor, you truly are something else.
I keep looking at you, questions evident in my eyes. I trust you, I am trusting you with my life. Have trusted you with so many others...
Why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be me that's being forced to grow up so young?
Your eyes shine with regret as you part your lips to reiterate your question and, looking around me again, at the many portraits, Fawkes, gizmos, gadgets and memories contained here I know how I will respond.
Sighing deeply, I answer your question.
"No Professor Dumbledore, nothing."
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