Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 40

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Published March 19, 2015

My foot hit solid ground again; my knees buckled a little but I caught myself with my crunches. I looked around to see that we had arrived in Dumbledore's office.

Everything looked as if Dumbledore had only left for the night. The delicate silver instruments stood upon the spindle-legged tables, puffing and whirring serenely. The portraits on the walls burst into applause as they saw Dumbledore. I looked out the window, there was a cool line of pale green along the horizon, telling me that dawn was approaching. Harry was standing near the fireplace.

"Thank you," said Dumbledore softly. He went over to the perch beside the door and pulled from inside his pocket the tiny, ugly, featherless Fawkes, whom he placed gently on the tray of ashes under the golden perch.

"Well, you two," said Dumbledore, turning away from the baby bird, "I'm sure Harry will be pleased to hear that none of your fellow students are going to suffer lasting damage from the night's events."

"Good, " said Harry, not meeting Dumbledore's gaze.

"Madam Pomfrey is patching everybody up now, " said Dumbledore. "Nymphadora Tonks may need to spend a little time in St. Mungo's, but it seems that she will make a full recovery."

"And Sirius?" Harry asked.

"He walked out of the Ministry a free man."

Harry's face broke out into a smile, a really big one.

"Come, sit you two," Dumbledore said, sitting behind his desk. I slowly made my way into the chair. "Now, I will try to be quick, but Lily really needs to go to the Hospital Wing, so I will rush as much as I can. Lily, why was Fred at the Ministry?" Dumbledore asked me.

"I asked him to come, I thought if we did need to go to the Ministry we should have a lot of people but I only was able to contact Fred."

"Okay," said Dumbledore. "I can tell he cares for you."

"Um, thanks," I said.

"It is my fault that Harry was lured to the Ministry last night. You, Harry, shouldn't have believed for an instant that there was any necessity for you to go to the Department of Mysteries tonight. If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have been, you would have known a long time ago the Voldemort might try and lure you to the Department of Mysteries.

"I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore. "An explanation of an old man's mistakes. For I see now that what I have done and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forgot what is was to be young... and I seem to have forgotten lately..."

The sun was rising now, There was a rim of dazzling orange visible over the mountains and the sky above it was colorless and bright.

"I guessed, fifteen years ago," said Dumbledore, "when I saw the scar upon your forehead, what it might mean. I guessed that it might be a sign of a connection forged between you and Voldemort."

"You've told me this before," said Harry.

"Yes," said Dumbledore apologetically. "Yes, but you see- it is necessary to start with the scar. For it became apparent, shortly after you rejoined the magical world, that I was correct, and that your scar was giving you warnings when Voldemort was close to you, or else feeling powerful emotion."