Post by ring_junkie on May 3, 2006 17:51:41 GMT -5
One lone, solitary figure stood resolute by the white, marble tomb, his back to the castle, facing in the direction of the lake, though his emerald-green eyes did not leave the resting place of Albus Dumbledore. The only wizard Voldemort had ever feared.
Harry Potter had had some business he needed to attend to in Hogsmeade - more officially known as meeting Hagrid for a drink in the Three Broomsticks - but on his way back, he had decided to stop in at Hogwarts. Something had drawn him back to the school, to the tomb of his old Headmaster. The greatest wizard who ever lived... He remembered having told Tom Riddle something to that effect when his 'ghost' had appeared from the diary in Harry's second year at Hogwarts. Only his second year... School seemed to have gone by in a flash - it was now, the long calm after Voldemort had been defeated for a second time, that seemed to drag on forever. But he was grateful for that; it wasn't as though he wanted Voldemort back again. But - and he was ashamed to admit it even to himself, standing right in front of Dumbledore's burial place as he was - things had been so much more interesting back then. Exciting. Thrilling. Sickened with himself, Harry heaved a heavy sigh and looked out over the glassy surface of the lake. So many people had died in those times... how could he think like that?
Realising he hadn't notified the school of his visit, Harry glanced over his shoulder at the castle, thinking that he probably should. He had never met the new Headmistress, though had heard from Andrea - he heard his daughter's voice in his head telling him to call her 'Andy' - that this Professor White was younger than he was. To him, that seemed strange. Though it would always be odd to Harry, no matter who was made Head of the school... Hogwarts wasn't complete without Dumbledore. It had been Dumbledore who made it Hogwarts to Harry.
Harry hoped he wouldn't run into any of his children, because he could guess that they would only be embarrassed. It was a thing parents did, embarrass their children, whether purposefully, or by accident - as was often the case with Luna. He loved his wife, but sometimes she came up with the strangest things. Putting his hands in the pockets of the black suit he wore to work at the Ministry, he began to make his way up to the castle, looking briefly back over his shoulder at the white, marble tomb as he went. On reaching the stone steps up to the front doors, he stood aside as one of the doors opened, removing his hands from his pockets, and waited for the person on the other side to move through before he could go inside with a soft, "After you."
Harry Potter had had some business he needed to attend to in Hogsmeade - more officially known as meeting Hagrid for a drink in the Three Broomsticks - but on his way back, he had decided to stop in at Hogwarts. Something had drawn him back to the school, to the tomb of his old Headmaster. The greatest wizard who ever lived... He remembered having told Tom Riddle something to that effect when his 'ghost' had appeared from the diary in Harry's second year at Hogwarts. Only his second year... School seemed to have gone by in a flash - it was now, the long calm after Voldemort had been defeated for a second time, that seemed to drag on forever. But he was grateful for that; it wasn't as though he wanted Voldemort back again. But - and he was ashamed to admit it even to himself, standing right in front of Dumbledore's burial place as he was - things had been so much more interesting back then. Exciting. Thrilling. Sickened with himself, Harry heaved a heavy sigh and looked out over the glassy surface of the lake. So many people had died in those times... how could he think like that?
Realising he hadn't notified the school of his visit, Harry glanced over his shoulder at the castle, thinking that he probably should. He had never met the new Headmistress, though had heard from Andrea - he heard his daughter's voice in his head telling him to call her 'Andy' - that this Professor White was younger than he was. To him, that seemed strange. Though it would always be odd to Harry, no matter who was made Head of the school... Hogwarts wasn't complete without Dumbledore. It had been Dumbledore who made it Hogwarts to Harry.
Harry hoped he wouldn't run into any of his children, because he could guess that they would only be embarrassed. It was a thing parents did, embarrass their children, whether purposefully, or by accident - as was often the case with Luna. He loved his wife, but sometimes she came up with the strangest things. Putting his hands in the pockets of the black suit he wore to work at the Ministry, he began to make his way up to the castle, looking briefly back over his shoulder at the white, marble tomb as he went. On reaching the stone steps up to the front doors, he stood aside as one of the doors opened, removing his hands from his pockets, and waited for the person on the other side to move through before he could go inside with a soft, "After you."