Disclaimer

I own nothin in relation to Harry Potter and all rights belong to J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury and any one else. I hope this causes no insult or infringement.

Enjoy and please Review.

Unforgivable

The doors opened to the Great Hall, and as the students filed in it once again began fill of laughter, warmth and the voices of children again, as they made there way to their respective tables weary but happy after a day full of lessons.

Suddenly a hushed silence engulfs the Gryffindor table and as I look up I realise why.

Harry has entered and the Professors could not help but watch him too.

Oh yes, the Professors knew too of the Prophecy and the fate that now held the boy-who-lived in its icy grip and also of the deteriation of our relationship, the wall that now divides us.

I notice you sit down a couple of seats away from your friends next too Mr. Longbottom. But it was to be expected, I had heard about the row that had emanated from the Gryffindor common room last night. Hence the fact many eyes were on you. Those hurtful and unforgivable comments hurled at you by those that you held so dear and loved. They did not understand what burden was laid on you; yes they do now, but found out in the heat of the argument. A chilling sentence according to the portraits – 'Prophesised to kill or die is that what you want to hear, kill or be killed! But they did not know that you did not sleep last night; that you sat by the fire and wept for those you have lost, too many at such a young age. I know this how? The house elves are curious creatures and hold you in a heroes embrace in their hearts, yet they left you your privacy and space but wept for you, for their saviour in their kitchen, their haven.

You slowly rub the constant ache on your forehead, that infamous scar and frown slightly at a comment made further down the table. Several heads turn down the table.

I would give the world to see you smile again. To see one true smile leave your lips and for your eyes to shine as thy once did, not with tears as they have for so long but with laughter and innocence that children are blessed with.

I am a fool, an old fool, I know that now. Last year held so many regrets for us both. As I kept secrets from you of your past, your future we became steadily and excruciatingly more distant. It seemed my days were getting darker.

The times I recall that we were in each others presence and I had to let you leave dejected and seeking guidance I could not give you, my heart was withering and slowly my hands grew colder.

Inside I was screaming, screaming so loud that I could no longer here your pleas. But now as the clocks hand ticks gently in the background, that which has become your reckoning is now so near at hand, and now that you know your future, your destiny, it has finally arrived on the horizon.

You have become the grandson I will never have and I have come to love you as my own.

Perhaps the rumours in the ministry are correct, what they whisper in these very walls, in their rooms, between themselves in their common rooms and the corridors.

Dumbledore's favourite.

His golden child.

I have always said I don't have favourites and nor should any other staff, but you have changed that.

You get up and leave the hall, your plate barely touched, ignoring the whispers and stares.

I rise from my seat and follow you and as you enter your Dormitory I am already there.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions and right they are, and we need to find a way put of the hell we are making for ourselves.

You raise your eyes to look at me, surprised and something else.

'Forgive me Harry; what I have done to you is unforgivable',