ΔI - Dumbledores Farewell
Harry exhaled in awe, his eyes glued to the starry dark sky, like a silky midnight sheen, stars strewn upon it.
It more than made up the escape from Dudley and his horrible gang, him running away from them until he was huffing and puffing and laying on the grassy ground, only then realizing that it was nighttime...
where was he, exactly? Maybe if he wasn't so far removed from normal at this point, he would have been panicking or scared.
But... the sight was too beautiful.
A silver star flashed overhead, bright and twinkling.
Albus Dumbledore staggered at a sudden burst of pain, holding his head in a weathered hand and grimacing, a few moments passed and the pain dulled to an aching pulse as he realized his other hand was clenching the wood of his desk.
He took a deep breath and frowned, a small murmur began to rise up amongst the portraits until they were shouting questions:
"-Headmaster-!"
"-Dumbledore!? Are you alright-"
"-Get some sleep-!"
"-Old man.."
"-I knew you were-"
"-Too much Lemon Drops, filthy muggle sweets!"
"-Be silent, Old fools-"
"-Who are you calling old, Phineas!?"
A sudden sound sliced through all the loud noise, a sharp and resounding whistle-like chirp, originating from the bright tailed, obsidian eyes bird, which glowed as if its being was made of fire.
The portraits on the wall seemed to quite, a few guilty looks painting their faces.
"Thank you, Fawkes." The headmaster sighed tiredly, rubbing his temples as he stared at the phoenix, of which was sat upon it's perch, beady eyes glaring at the portraits whom shrunk back in their canvas.
The pain, instead of increasing at Fawkes' whistle, dulled slightly to a small whisper.
"A-Are you alright, Headmaster?" A witch from the portrait, brave enough to speak up asked.
Dumbledore glanced at her, taking note of her green robes, patterned with golden leaves and large, round glasses which sat upon a young face, her inquisitive brown eyes staring at him.
"Quite alright." He said, summoning up a smile.
"Of course he's alright..." A portrait whispered, whilst another one joined in.
"..Well, yeah...he's Dumbledore.."
Albus maintained his smile, staring at the portrait witch.
"Perhaps I should take a quick visit to Madam Pomfrey, no? If it will quell everyone's nerves.."
He made way around his desk, holding in a wince at a spark of pain, a calm expression on his face, a few whisperes started up again but the walls remained silent as he opened the door out the Headmaster's office.
He stepped out, but something possesed him with an urge, and he looked back at Fawkes, the phoenix's head cocked curiously at him.
"Why don't you join me, then, my friend?" He smiled with genuiness.
The phoenix gave a happy chirp, and flew on after him as the door swung shut.
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