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Harry heard the footsteps walk up to and stop at Piper's hospital bed. He turned around. Sure enough, there was Dumbledore. He looked older than before, it might have been the concern etched across his face.
"Hello sir." Harry looked up at the headmaster. Dumbledore smiled, but his eyes had lost their twinkle.
"Hello Harry, Piper." He looked into Piper's face. She was obviously afraid of him now. At least she wasn't blaming him for her parent's deaths any more. His face became serious.
"Harry, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to leave." Harry stood up to go, but a small hand grabbed his wrist.
"No, Harry stays." Piper said as firmly as she could. Dumbledore sighed.
"Very well," He said at last, "But I'd have thought that you wouldn't have wanted him to know this, Piper." Piper glanced down, averting her eyes from his gaze.
"He should know whatever you have to say, Dumbledore." She said, softly. "Even if I don't want him to hear it." Dumbledore looked up at her.
"If you insist," he said, "But I should think he should see it for himself."
With that, he walked out of the hospital wing. Piper sat up, the spell had worn off and now she was forced into following Dumbledore out of the room and into his office.
When they arrived, Dumbledore was looking into a stone bowl. Harry knew what this was about. It was a Pensieve, and Dumbledore put all of his memories in there. He turned around as they entered the room, putting his wand back into his robes. He gestured for Piper to stand next to him. She did so, the bowl was now completely empty.
Dumbledore showed her how to put her memories into the Pensieve, which she did, all of them. She looked rather nervous about it though. Then Dumbledore gestured for Harry to come up with them.
"You know what to do, don't you Harry?" He asked. Harry nodded. Piper stirred the whispy memories around with her wand, until they were looking down onto an old-fashioned, creaky, unwelcoming house. Harry took a deep breath and plunged his head into the bowl.
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Back to the story...
Harry heard the footsteps walk up to and stop at Piper's hospital bed. He turned around. Sure enough, there was Dumbledore. He looked older than before, it might have been the concern etched across his face.
"Hello sir." Harry looked up at the headmaster. Dumbledore smiled, but his eyes had lost their twinkle.
"Hello Harry, Piper." He looked into Piper's face. She was obviously afraid of him now. At least she wasn't blaming him for her parent's deaths any more. His face became serious.
"Harry, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to leave." Harry stood up to go, but a small hand grabbed his wrist.
"No, Harry stays." Piper said as firmly as she could. Dumbledore sighed.
"Very well," He said at last, "But I'd have thought that you wouldn't have wanted him to know this, Piper." Piper glanced down, averting her eyes from his gaze.
"He should know whatever you have to say, Dumbledore." She said, softly. "Even if I don't want him to hear it." Dumbledore looked up at her.
"If you insist," he said, "But I should think he should see it for himself."
With that, he walked out of the hospital wing. Piper sat up, the spell had worn off and now she was forced into following Dumbledore out of the room and into his office.
When they arrived, Dumbledore was looking into a stone bowl. Harry knew what this was about. It was a Pensieve, and Dumbledore put all of his memories in there. He turned around as they entered the room, putting his wand back into his robes. He gestured for Piper to stand next to him. She did so, the bowl was now completely empty.
Dumbledore showed her how to put her memories into the Pensieve, which she did, all of them. She looked rather nervous about it though. Then Dumbledore gestured for Harry to come up with them.
"You know what to do, don't you Harry?" He asked. Harry nodded. Piper stirred the whispy memories around with her wand, until they were looking down onto an old-fashioned, creaky, unwelcoming house. Harry took a deep breath and plunged his head into the bowl.