Dumbledore's Secrets
Secret 7: Darn Rocks
When Harry and Dumbledore arrived at the Burrow, it was just nearing three in the morning. Dumbledore pulled Harry aside and said "I know we've been walking for a few hours in silence, and I've had many, many chances to tell you this, anyway, since I'm a procrastinator, I've waited until the last minute to tell you this, okay, I'm going to be giving you private lessons in my office this year, seeing as Snape wasn't the best occulmency teacher, you might just find that I'll be teaching you that. Oh wait, no, you won't be learning occlumency. It looks like you're stuck with what you know about occlumency. Oh, and since I know Hermione is anxious to find out how well she did on the O.W.L.s, you should tell her that they should be coming next year. Oh, wait, that's your N.E.W.T.s, silly me………….They should be here today, then."
When Dumbledore had finally finished, both he and Harry walked up to the Burrow and knocked on the front door. A little door opened up and a set of eyes appeared and said "W-W-W-Who's there?"
"It is I" started Dumbledore "Voldemort……………………..no, I'm just joshin' ya. It's actually Dumbledore and Harry."
"What's the password?" the eyes asked.
"Wapbappaloopaandariggabamboo." Said Dumbledore.
"Wow," thought Harry "I never knew wizards knew that song too…." Suddenly, the door swooshed open and Harry was pulled in and Dumbledore followed. Harry was pushed into a chair to sit in while Dumbledore conjured up a squishy chair of his own to sit on.
"Hello Albus." Said Molly Weasley "Oh my, Harry, you look so thin, we'll need to make a nice big breakfast for you right now hon, now where's the lard bucket?" she asked to no one in particular, however a voice (from somewhere in the house again) said It's over here ma. "Oh, this house is so helpful." Mrs. Weasley said to Harry. She swished her wand and the entire table Harry was sitting at suddenly filled with all of his favorite foods (covered in lard, of course). As he was gulping down the food, Molly noticed Dumbledore rubbing his knee and she said "Albus, is your scar hurting again?"
"No, my scar is hurting, not my knee Molly."
"Uh, that's what I sai- oh never mind. Actually, how did you get your scar? You never really told us."
"Oh, well Molly I'd be honored to do that, as long as I get some chicken."
Mrs. Weasley, surprised at what he wanted, especially at this hour, watched Dumbledore for a minute before realizing she was starring and kind of jumped like you do when you come out of something like that. "Right away, Albus."
"Well, while we're waiting, I'll start the legacy- yes Harry?"
"Isn't a legacy a story of someone's life? Unless it took your whole life to get that scar, I don't think this could be called a legacy."
"Riiiiiiight." Said Dumbledore, who obviously hadn't been paying attention because he was busy picking his…………………………………
…………………………………………..……………………………….. ………………….…………..fingernails (for all of you who thought I'd say nose, despicable). "Well anyway," continued Dumbledore "It was a long time ago I can hardly remember it, ah yes, it was in the year 1600, and it was my 300th birthday, which is quite a milestone you know, while Aberforth, Alfonso (for he was still called that), and I were in the creek behind our very tiny home, yes, yes, it had somewhere around 90 rooms in it (riiight, small), anyway, we were in the creek and I was walking on the rocks, which were slippery for some reason, I slipped and fell over, right on my face, just like that, of course Alfonso laughed (we never really got along very well) and Aberforth rushed over to help me with the blood, but of course, he just haaaad to faint at the sight of blood. Well, he was down, and Alfonso was laughing, so I was on my own with the blood, and I healed it, but of course, I'm no Madame Pomfrey, so I was left with a hideous scar of…………….. ..….……..Bangkok, wait something's wrong there, oh yes it was a map of the London Underground, not Bangkok, silly me, that's another story." he finished almost to himself.
"That's the story?" asked Harry incredulously.
"Yep, isn't it great, it's almost like I have less weight to carry now that that's off my back. I know, I'll go weigh myself and see…" (of course we all know that when you say something like that it isn't going to ACTUALLY make you weigh less, and for those of you who didn't know, well, you do now.)
"Well Harry, why don't you go upstairs and wake up Ron and Hermione to tell them you're he-" she stopped suddenly because Harry had just burped really loud and they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and there were Ron and Hermione.
(Editor's note: Guess what? It's raining! I just saw an old lady slip and fall in a puddle. Now, my first instinct was to laugh, but then I went back and thought "What if I was an ant and her big old wrinkly butt fell on me. Then it probably wouldn't seem quite so funny.)
No end note again. We do have lives you know.
No we don't read on! Wait, my mommy's calling me, see you next time!