Harry Potter and the Headmaster's Secret
Summary: Harry Potter gains access to the Headmasters' pensive once again, when he begins questioning Dumbledore's support. Why does he seem so distracted? OotP
Disclaimer: Harry ain't mine, but Daniel is :D Yes that was a joke. Also I used a LOTR quote in there, it's not mine either. It's Tolkein's.
After several weeks of humming and hahing and the stubbornness of Ron Hermione and himself, Harry Potter was now standing in front of Dumbledore's office, waiting to be let in. He had just knocked and heard 'just a minute' coming from the Headmaster's deep voice. He could hear another voice, which sounded like Professor McGonagall's, though he couldn't discern what she was saying.
Presently, the door opened and he stood aside to let McGonagall, who was holding a deep pink quill, past.
She stopped to speak to him, her cold grey eyes staring at him with annoyance in them. 'Goodnight, Potter. Professor Dumbledore.' She looked oddly at the silver-haired man who Harry saw was placing a memory in this pensive. After Professor Dumbledore had done so, he hastily closed the cabinet door. 'Harry, I have something further to discuss with Professor McGonagall. I'll escort her to her quarters and then come speak with you. Are you fine to wait here for five minutes?'
Dumbledore still wouldn't look at him. Harry nodded shortly, feeling angry that he was to be left waiting again.
They went away, and Harry feeling resentful, walked over to the cabinet and opened it, staring darkly in to the Pensive's contents. Maybe in there was the reason for Dumbledore's distractedness.
Harry thought about the last time he was in the pensive. It had been by mistake; he hadn't even known what it was. If he were to stick his wand in, it would be just the same as reading his headmaster's diary.
Harry took a step back, looking resolutely at the opposite wall. He stared confusedly at it. On the floor was a small coffee table with a chessboard on it, two big squashy purple cushions, a jug of what smelt like hot cocoa, and two used mugs.
What was it that Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore were talking about, or rather what they were doing. It didn't look like it was as important as what he was there for anyway, Harry thought hotly.
Without sparing another moments thought, Harry strode over to the pensive and stuck his want in it, feeling himself fall to the bottom.
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