World Leader Pretend
"Professor Dumbledore. Why did you want to see me?"She asked eve though she knew the answer." Sit down" Dumbledore commanded in a kind but firm voice. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, his tired, sad eyes boring into Hermione's very soul. Hermione looked at her feet and tried to suppress the tears that were threatening to erupt down her face. Dumbledore broke the silence with a very simple question."Why?"Hermione could not bare to answer and just continued kicking the floor with her scuffed boots.
Dumbledore must have sensed her unwillingness to answer because he got up out of his chair and walked over to a cabinet in the far corner of his office. He pulled out an object, walked back to his desk and lay it on the table in front of Hermione. She stared at it,enchanted.It looked like a small fairy, with flitting silver wings and a delicate gold dress."Shes an animus patesco.She allows you to bare your soul to somebody without having to speak.She translates your feelings into what ever form she deems fitting." Dumbledore declared.."SUSCIPIO".With that the fairy jumped up and her hands on Hermione's face, staring into her eyes. It then did a very peculiar thing. IT broke into song.
I sit at my table,
And wage war on myself,
It seems like it's all for nothing.
I know the barricades,
And I know the mortar in the wall breaks,
I recognise the weapons,
I've used them well.
This is my mistake,
Let me make it good,
I raised the wall,
and I will be the one to knock it down.
I've a rich understanding of my finest defences.
I proclaim that claims are left instated,
I demand a rematch.
I decree a stalemate.
I divine my deeper motives.
I recognise the weapons,
I've practised them well,
I fitted them myself.
It's amazing what devices you can sympathise,
Empathise.
This is my mistake,
Let me make it good,
I raised the wall,
and I will be the one to knock it down.
Reach out for me,
Hold me tight,
Hold that memory.
Let my machine talk to me,
Let my machine talk to me.
This is my world,
And I am the World Leader Pretend.
This is my life, and this is my time,
I have been given the freedom to do as I see fit.
It's high time I razed the walls that I've constructed.
It's amazing what devices you can sympathise,
Empathise.
This is my mistake,
Let me make it good.
I raised the wall,
And I will be the one to knock it down.
You fill in the mortar,
You fill in the harmony,
You fill in the mortar.
I raised the wall,
And I'm the only one,
I will be the one to knock it down
With that the Fairy vanished in a wisp of blue smoke. Hermione was left feeling totally exposed. Professor Dumbledore sat contemplating for a moment before speaking."Ive never had one sing to me before……very…..peculiar…..indeed.He then broke out of his trance."I shall ask Professor Snape to escort you to a new room where you shall be watched over by a student mentor. They shall supervise you twenty four hours a day until I see that you are fit to be left alone with your thoughts. Goodnight Hermione."
Hermione got up from her chair feeling more vulnerable than ever. She allowed herself to be ushered from the room and led to Professor Snapes dungeons.