Fool! How the man is burned by the sun
Fool! How the sun is passed by the wind
Fool! How the wind is stopped by the mountain
Fool! How the mountain is carved by the man
The second sword was every bit as magnificent as the first. Dumbledore sat staring at it, entranced. The more one stared at it, the more one seemed to be pulled in – as if flames were dancing incide the blade in wonderful patterns.
"Sir?" Snape interrupted.
"Ah, yes." Dumbledore laid the sword down and popped a lemon drop into his mouth. "Amazing."
"Considering the boy will hardly be able to lift it, let alone wield it." Snape sneered. "Although I can see why you would be oh so eager to grant the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Annoy-the-World a sword worth ten times as much as he is."
"He will learn to use it." Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Just as they all will. It is a shame that those children must live through such dark times..."
"And you have to use them as pawns." Severus took a lemon drop just to have a reason for deepening his scowl. "Potter could set the castle on fire with that."
"I doubt it." Dubledore ran his hand along the flat of the sword, tracing the design. "It's not a typical fireblade, despite appearances. It is too bad these swords do not come with instruction manuals, who knows what it is capable of."
"Hopefully, of transporting Potter somewhere out of my sight." Snape grimaced and stood. "Now, I must return to the dungeons before the newest batch of dunderheads blows up another cauldron. When do you plan on giving him the sword?"
"Well now..." Dumbledore grinned. "Could you manage to give him detention for tomorrow night?"
Snape grinned, which was very creepy. "Can I give him detention all week?"
Dumbledore twinkled. Maybe he used a twinkle spell. It was bloody annoying. "Only if he deserves it Severus. Tomorrow night, the dungeons, your quarters. Scare him as much as you want, but make sure he is there."
Snape nodded and left. Well, it might be fun, just to see the look on Potter's face...