Albus Dumbledore had just left Harry Potter in the Hospital Wing, and he was not proud of it. He had been a coward, and had not told the boy about the prophecy. He had defended his decision by claiming that the boy was too young. He would always be too young though. Albus sighed and pushed open his door, to find Minerva standing there.
"Did you know Albus?" She asked sternly. Internally he winced, knowing what was coming.
"Well, I did suspect that his multiple personality disorder had advanced just slightly" Albus said simply.