RANDOM HARRY POTTER

Willow - part 1

20th February 1894

I need to be stronger. If I am to win this battle I need to be stronger.

I need help. Am I so in danger that I would risk everything in trusting someone? Maybe if I explain... maybe they would understand.

Everyone in this world is so ignorant. Can't they see what is right before their eyes? They all believe the dark arts are the enemy, when really it is the dark arts that will save us in the end.

I know exactly where to go.

I start walking instantaneously, striding through the corridors of the castle, my new cape flapping behind me. The more I think about the plan, the more brilliant and fool-proof it seems. I feel indestructable, unstoppabl-

"Proffesor?"

A girl stands behind me. Small, blonde, ravenclaw... Dibble? Deardoor?

"What is it, Dumbledore?" I try to give her my most irritated glare.

"Uh... well sir..." She looks terrified. I smile inside. "Please excuse me but I have found your latest assignment  rather difficult. May I have some help?"

"This isn't a good time."

"But Sir!"

"You can see me tommorow."

If all goes succesfully there won't be a Hogwarts tommorow.

I walk away.

Davie is exactly where I thought he would be: standing in the greenhouse, giving life like he always does. Right now he is healing a sapling in the corner. He is so graceful when he is alone; as soon as he knows he has company he retreats back into himself, but those times when I observe him alone, his beauty shines so bright. When he smiles his face transforms completely, I never realised how big his mouth is until I saw him smile for the first time. It was when I realised I could see the greenhouse from my office.

He notices me and stops giving life.

"Edmund! What are you doing here?" He asks politely.

"I'm here to see you." I reply, and then point to the plant. "What's this?"

"A willow tree."

"Just? Nothing magical about it?"

He runs his finger along a leafs edge. Always caring. "Professor Trelawney left it with me, telling me that it's imperative to the survival of wizard-kind that it stays alive, so I assumed it had something magic about it, but the more I look into it the less magical it seems."

"How strange..." I mutter.

"You wanted to see me? What about?" He looks at me, and our eyes make eye contact. His eyes are so grey, they sear into you. It's ironic, that his eyes are so outgoing when his personality is so private. He stares into me for one agonising fraction of a second, before glancing away awkwardly. I can feel a lump in my throat release as if his eyes are hooks, catching and holding my heart - or my stomach - and threatening to pull it right out of my body through my mouth.

"Yes, I..." I look at my hands, and then back up at him. "I need help..."

Suprised, his eyes widen. "Really? With what?"

I pause. "Research."

"Research?"

"In a way..." I sigh. "But it's more than that. I've made a discovery, something so deep into the realms of experiment that I haven't been able to confide in a single person before you, something so fragile it could collapse, something so dark it could end in absolute tragedy, but somtheing so revolutionary it could change the way the world works, maybe for the better."

"But if you don't know if it will make the world better is it worth it?"

"Yes." I slam my hand on the work surface, and he retreats a bit more at such a forceful move, but his frown remains the same. "David, would you rather the world be ignorant?"

"If it means it is a happier place? Always."

I sigh and shake my head, "Hufflepuff..."

"Ravenclaw! You're just as typical as me!" He scowls, and then softens it into a curious gaze. "Anyhow, what is this discovery?"

I look at my feet. Can I really tell him? Can I trust anyone?

I jump when he takes my shoulder, and when I look up he is making eye contact. Real eye contact, he isn't looking away. "You can trust me." He mutters. Always softly.

"David... I've found a way to evade death."

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