Chapter three: Dumbledore's office
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The walk down to Dumbledore's office was a familiar one. I had taken it so many times that could close my eyes and get there perfectly. Sad but true. When I got there I mumbled the password. The whole thing seemed like déjà vu almost like a dream. I stepped on the top step as the stairs started to appear. When I was at the top I walked over to the dor and knocked three times. I heard Dumbledore's cool voice at once.
"You may enter Destiny."
I walked in and looked around. Such a familiar sight. The book cases, Fawkes, and all the little knick knacks that Dumbledore had picked up and stored in his office. He sat at his desk not even looking up.
"How'd you know it was me?" I asked.
"Who else would be sent to my office just a few minutes after class started?"
"Touché." I said.
I threw the note onto Dumbledore's desk. He examined it and saw Snape's seal on the letter and he threw it away.
"I need to talk to you about something," he said in a worried voice.
I waited a second before responding. Dumbledore wasn't one to get worried easily so something had to be up.
"Shoot," I said calmly.
"Well, first I would like to ask you a question…have you been having a reoccurring dream at all lately?"
My mouth dropped. How would he know that I had been having that dream? Had Harry told him? No I hadn't even told Harry.
"Umm…yes. But how did you know?" I asked.
"Because thing's are happening. Odd things. Things that point out that Voldemort will be coming back and soon. And when he does he will try and kill Harry. I need you to look after him. You in the end will make the decision," then he whispered, "The ultimate sacrifice."
I gasped then shook my head. This couldn't be happening. There was no way. My dream wasn't just a dream. It was a prophecy. I was going to have to kill myself. I got up and ran out of the office. I ran down the stairs and straight into Harry. I didn't have time to brace myself so I just fell straight onto the ground. Harry picked me up. I was sure that my face was white and I knew there were tears in my eyes. He looked at me and his face softened. He pulled me so my head was on his chest and held me. He didn't even know what was wrong. He just wanted to comfort me.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a soft voice.
I had a decision to make now. Would I tell him and make him worry or would I keep it to myself just to protect him from what would be. If I did tell him I know there would be panic not only by him but by Ron and Hermione. So in the end I knew that I would have to keep it to myself.
"Nothing, I just got spooked that's all. All the ghosts around here kinda freaks me out," I looked into his face wondering if he bought it.
He seemed to of. I looked into his eyes and kissed him. I knew what I would end up having to do and he was the only one I would do it for. Well there was only one thing to do…the thing I was worse at. I would just have to wait.
Hey sorry it took me so long to update there was this whole thing where I didn't have any internet for like months and months so…sorry and R&R!