(Thanks for all your reviews! One reviewer, whose name I forget at the moment, kind of helped me figure out what will happen next chapter! Thanks so much!)
Dumbledore stood and watched this horrific scene in the common room. Angelina, the Gryffindor Qudditch Captain, was yelling at Hermione, possibly the brightest student Hogwarts has ever seen. Ron, a loyal friend, was trying to calm down both girls whilst Harry, the center of everything, had no idea what was going on. Not to mention Krum, who laid on the ground unable to do much of anything except look around.
Dumbledore walked over to Harry and said quietly, "Come with me, Mr. Potter." Harry nodded and followed him out. Everyone was so busy yelling about Harry; nobody seemed to have noticed he left. Harry followed Dumbledore in silence to his office. "I got the idea for my new password from Mr. Krum." Dumbledore said as he turned to the 'door.' He cleared his throat and said, "Bulgarian Qudditch." The next thing Harry knew he was sitting in Dumbledore's office explaining how he caught Angelina and Roger, and how he realized he loved Hermione and...well, you read the story, so you know what happened. When Harry had finished Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. He looked sternly at Harry for a while before bursting out laughing.
"Excuse me, Headmaster, what's so funny?" Harry said in confusion.
"I haven't been in the loop lately you see. I will not deny nor confirm that when I went to Hogwarts, I was a gossiping fool." Dumbledore said. "To hear this story makes me remember when I was your age."
"But what can I do?" Harry said, still sort of confused. Well, wouldn't you be if you were in his shoes? Anyway, Dumbledore sighed as he remembered his days as Hogwarts.
When you are as old as I, my dear
And I hope that you never are
You will woefully wonder why, my dear
Through your cataracts and catarrh
You could squander away or sequester
A drop of a precious year
For when your best days are yester
The rest'er twice as dear....
What good is a field on a fine summer night
When you sit all alone with the weeds?
Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite
You spit out your teeth with the seeds?
Before it's too late stop trying to wait
For fortune and fame you're secure of
For there's one thing to be sure of, mate:
There's nothing to be sure of!
Oh, it's time to start livin'
Time to take a little from this world we're given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all....
I've never wondered if I was afraid
When there was a challenge to take
I never thought about how much I weighed
When there was still one piece of cake
Maybe it's meant the hours I've spent
Feeling broken and bent and unwell
But there's still no cure more heaven-sent
As the chance to raise some hell
Oh, it's time to start livin'
Time to take a little from this world we're given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all....
Now when the drearies do attack
And a siege of the sads begins
I just throw these noble shoulders back
And lift these noble chins
Give me a man who is handsome and strong
Someone who's stalwart and steady
Give me a night that's romantic and long
And give me a month to get ready
Now I could waylay some aging roue
And persuade him to play in some cranny
But it's hard to believe I'm being led astray
By a man who calls me granny
Oh, it's time to start livin'
Time to take a little from this world we're given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all....
Oh, it's time to start livin'
Time to take a little from this world we're given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all....
Sages tweet that age is sweet
Good deeds and good work earns you laurels
But what could make you feel more obsolete
Than being noted for your morals?
Here is a secret I never have told
Maybe you'll understand why
I believe if I refuse to grow old
I can stay young till I die
Now, I've known the fears of sixty-six years
I've had troubles and tears by the score
But the only thing I'd trade them for
Is sixty-seven more....
Oh, it's time to keep livin'
Time to keep takin' from this world we're given
You are my time, so I'll throw off my shawl
And watching your flings be flung all over
Makes me feel young all over
In just no time at all....
"What can you do Harry?" Dumbledore said. "Oh, Harry, it's time to start living! It's time to take a little from the world we're given. Time to take time, for spring will turn to fall." Dumbledore walked Harry to the door and said, "In just no time at all."
"Thanks, I guess." Harry said.
As he was walking out Dumbledore said, "By the way, Harry, for the thrill of gossip you gave me tonight, I will let you call me Dumbly, dumbly Dumbledore." He closed the door. Harry smiled and walked back to the common room with a completely different perspective.
(That's a chapter! My school starts soon, and I won't be able to write as many chapter as I like, but I'll try to fit it in. I'm going to try to wrap it up soon, but who knows what will happen? Oh, by the way, the song I used that should be in italics is No Time At All from the show Pippin. Please review!)
