Albus Dumbledore held a blue shard in his hand, regarding it with
a strange expression that might have been sadness, might have been
reminiscence, but was most likely a combination of both. The
was covered with a few stubborn dark stains and soil. A pattern that
have been fluffy white clouds adorned the outer surface of the
On the desk in Dumbledore's office there stood a basin, filled with
odd quicksilver that bore a passing resemblance to Dumbledore's long
locks. The basin was covered with runes.
Dumbledore put the pottery piece aside with a sigh, then he peered
* * * *
A tall man, whose auburn hair has not yet reached the length at
tucking it into his belt would be possible, stands next to
He waves a hand in front of the eyes that are exactly like his,
are not his, and the owner of those eyes blinks. He then gestures
with his wand, summoning a chair, and sits his double down.
a wooden ruler, whose measurements a Muggle would puzzle at, he taps
knee of his duplicate, and the lower leg jumps slightly.
Lest you wonder for his sanity, as Harry Potter will at a certain
46 years from now, I tell you that he has administered the tap on
knee and the wave over the eyes to the second 'self', the twin that
(now sits) beside him, rather than the self he is.
"A thing which is not living, transfigured into a living beast
being, possesses basic instincts, locomotion, senses, and even
. But it has no will of its own." The professor
to his class.
"Professor Dumbledore?" A student raises her hand.
alive?" She asks hesitantly, motioning
the second Albus Dumbledore, the seated one.
"He is alive, Yolanda, but he is like this pitcher."
holds up a plain brown urn. "Whether or not a pitcher has a
. That I will leave to the philosophers."
Dumbledore points his wand at Dumbledore, who is suddenly
by a bright blue flowerpot.
"And now, class, I was considering assigning an
on the ethics of inanimate-human transfiguration
groans deeply, and protests are voiced in a babble. Dumbledore
and holds up a single finger.
"But," he says, eyes twinkling, "as I
there is a particularly exciting Quidditch match this weekend,"
paused, "consider yourselves off the hook until next
Cheers erupt in the classroom, not quite loud enough to mask
sound of the magical tone used to announce the end of class periods,
is met with even more cheers. Last period on Friday!
Dumbledore, still smiling, watches the class exit - stampede,
- from the room. He notices a wizard trying to fight the tide
out of the classroom and finally giving up, waiting for the doorway
The stranger is wearing a neon orange bowler hat, and equally
yellow robes. His face is friendly-looking, with a toothy smile and
cheeks. He has a short black beard and mustache. The wizard removes
hat as he scuttles over to Dumbledore, revealing black hair that is
somewhere between short and long.
"Pleased to meet you, Professor Dumbledore," the
cheerfully states, grinning and sticking out his hand, still holding
neon bowler hat, which Dumbledore takes with a smile (The hand, not
hat). "Fibbius Sham, Ministry 'o Magic Inspector, at yer
The inspector notices a copy of the Daily Prophet on Dumbledore's
"Right shame that is," says he, pointing at the
GRINDELWALD STRIKES AGAIN
Michaelus Faradan Found Dead By Glacier Curse
Renowned Charm researcher Michaelus Faradan was
dead in his private laboratory Wednesday, a victim of the
Curse, only known to be cast by the Dark wizard Grindelwald.
of Faradan's spellbooks are missing, as is his current research
Electricity Charms. Remaining materials were all but destroyed
a variety of curses and hexes. The Ministry of Magic has no
that the culprit is no other than Grindelwald, infamous for
and plundering magical researchers. He has yet to give evidence
using any of the Unforgivable Curses, likely fearing a
Kiss sentence. "Like that's goin' a save 'im from the
a Hit Wizard on the scene commented. CONTINUED- PAGE 4
. I knew him." Dumbledore looks up sharply at
Sham and holds his eyes. "I am sure Grindelwald will be brought
Sham looks away. Judging from his expression, he hadn't known
Dumbledore had been acquainted with Faradan, and was rather sorry to
mentioned it. "I'll be lookin' in on classes and inspecting the
this week for the Ministry
. Still paranoid over that ah,
'incident' three years ago, if you ask me. Jus' thought I'd tell
Mr. Sham hands a piece of paper to Dumbledore, a rough schedule of
inspections. "Well, you need to see people and go places, I'll
let myself out, shall I?" The now nervous- looking inspector
out of the room as hastily as the students.
Dumbledore looks after him, musing in his expression.
* * * *
The classroom leaves, gone like smoke in the wind, flying away
the whirling thoughts of the Pensieve. The room returns in a few
yet three days have passed. It is now Monday, in the month of May,
* * * *
"Transfiguring an inanimate object, or even a living
into an intelligent being is very difficult. Only the most skilled
are able to do it
. And even then, as you have seen, it is not
true being, but the basic aspects of that being. It is the attempted
of a mind that makes such transfiguration so difficult. Beings, such
humans, merfolk, centaurs, and many others, have very complex minds
personalities when compared to, say, a puffskein." A number of
smile at this reference to the popular wizarding pet; many have
the docile puffskeins at some point in their lives.
"Of course, one can also imagine what the less scrupulous
do if Transfiguration of beings were so easy. I shudder to think
a Dark wizard could do with the ability to Transfigure objects into
slave army under the control of the Imperius Curse
says this, Mr. Sham, who was dozing quietly on a school desk in the
of the room, gives a start and almost inhales his orange bowler hat.
nearby student helpfully knocks the hat out of the inspector's
which has the unfortunate side effect of increasing the volume of
"Quietus," Dumbledore says with a small smile,
his wand at Sham. "As I said, the power to change objects into
bodies is a power easily abused in the wrong hands. Exactly how this
can be abused, you will explain using a half meter of
Dumbledore pauses while several students who hoped he had forgotten
assignment groan, and continues, "and congratulations for a
excellently played game against Ravenclaw
. Dear Professor
won't be able to live it down for months, I daresay
. Well, I'm
he'll redeem himself at the Dueling Club." The Transfiguration
glances toward the back of the room.
"Would someone be so kind as to wake dear Inspector Sham?
must have been up late filling out school reports for the
Jonas MacDonald leans over to tap the snoozing Sham, but the
starts awake in the nick of time. His hand blurs with incredible
as it catches Jonas' own hand inches from the inspector's ear. Sham,
fully awake, smiles apologetically and releases Jonas, who leaves
* * * *
In the Daily Prophet that Fibbius Sham saw on Dumbledore's desk
Friday he arrived, there were a number of pictures. A wizard
on the fourth page showed a gutted house. In at least three places,
holes had been torn in the walls, and the windows had all been
Smoke rose from the wreckage, some of it tinged a bright red.
Another showed the inside of Faradan's lab. A bookcase, now
more than a charred hunk of wood, rested against one wall. In the
of the photograph was a desk, presumably the work desk of the
wizard, encased in a jagged sheath of ice. The area around the chair
been carved out to recover Faradan's body. The desk surface was
clear, save for a single sheet of paper. On it was written a single
SURPRISE, presumably the last thing Faradan saw.
There were no pictures of Grindelwald. There were several
Little is known of the Dark wizard Grindelwald, save his
method and motives. He hunts down wizards who have developed new
usually high profile or reputedly powerful researchers, kills
and steals their work, usually 'modifying' it toward destructive
The pattern, however, was discovered too late for his first
victims. Now many wizards refuse to share their work publicly,
fear of discovery by Grindelwald. This precautionary measure,
seems to make matters worse, as the Dark wizard somehow finds
anyway, and arrives before the Ministry can arrange a
No visual description of Grindelwald exists, furthering the
of magical researchers. His only confirmed physical trait is
Grindelwald is known to be unusually large, standing over two
Investigators reached this conclusion after observing doorframes
at the top in several of his victim's abodes.
Grindelwald has claimed the lives of 11 wizards, including
Any wizards developing new magic should contact the
immediately to arrange Hit Wizard quick response teams.
* * * *
The classroom and the newspaper fade, the Pensieve's strange,
silvery substance replacing them. Now it takes the observer
* * * *
Dumbledore had his hand on the handle of the door opening into
office and rooms on the fourth floor when he encountered Fibbius
during the last class period of Thursday.
"I'm doing a floor-by-floor shafety inspection,
Would you mind ifh I took a quick look at your offish?" Mr.
said. He had just exited the adjacent classroom and had a quill
between his teeth and his loud bowler askew. In his arms was a
of large, important- looking folders and papers, which seemed in
danger of spilling out of his arms and onto the floor.
"Of course, Mr. Sham. If you have any questions, I shall
my best to answer them." Dumbledore opened the door.
The room the opened door revealed was very orderly. Light
panels made up the walls. The floor, composed of very old looking
nevertheless appeared quite sturdy, which the inspector noted on one
his papers. Several windows looked out on the Hogwarts grounds,
an especially fine view of the lake. In the center of the room was a
wooden desk, on top of which the Inanimate-Intelligent Switching
papers were neatly stacked. A corner housed a large cabinet with
things as matches, teacups, pincushions, and other materials for
class. One of the pincushions attempts to escape when Sham opens the
Dumbledore, looking amused, rectifies the incomplete porcupine
Sham, who doesn't appear to be very observant under the best of
is understandably shocked when Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix
alights on his shoulder. A cascade of papers flows out onto the
as the inspector jumps several feet in the air.
"Jumpin' Jehosephat! Don't scare me like that! Ye
warned me about your pet--"
"Friend." Dumbledore holds out his arm, and Fawkes
over to perch on it.
"Hmm?" Sham looks at Dumbledore curiously.
"Fawkes is my friend. I do not consider him a pet."
is no reprimand in Dumbledore's tone, yet Sham seems apologetic.
"Oh, 'a course. Sorry sir. Sorry, eh
." At this,
fairly bungles Fawkes' name, and I leave it to you to decide exactly
he did so.
Dumbledore merely corrects him with an amused smile. Mr. Sham
the subject very quickly.
"Well, your office checks out safety-wise," the
pauses and using the quill once again clamped between his teeth,
a large and squiggly check mark on a blank page. Immediately, much
writing appears magically beneath it, spelling out 'Transfiguration
"But the Ministry is also interested in the ah, defensive
of the school."
Dumbledore looks at him quizzically.
probably because 'o that, erm, 'incident'
years ago," Mr. Sham hurriedly adds.
"I have no defensive enchantments over my personal
Fibbius." Dumbledore says simply.
don't say." Mr. Sham seemed a bit more
"No. You are aware, however, of the enchantments over the
"Yes, Professor. Oh, but could you fill out this? Just
for the school-wide enchantments." Sham hands Dumbledore a
piece of paper. "Thank you for your information and time."
inspector bowed himself out of the room - or attempted to. He
over his robes and landed in a shower of papers in the fourth floor
* * * *
Dumbledore lists the magics woven about the school on the paper
Sham gave him.
Anti - Apparition Field =
all Apparating and Disapparating on Hogwarts grounds.
Illusion and Muggle - repelling
= all Muggles who happen across Hogwarts see only an aging
in a state of extreme disrepair. In addition, they feel that
anywhere near the school is unsafe.
Unplottable - the Forbidden
and Hogwarts Lake have been made unplottable, as they are a
and merfolk reserve, respectively.
Underneath he describes the specific spells used to enchant the
After five minutes, Dumbledore completes describing the school's
He opens his desk and finds the schedule that the inspector handed
him last Friday. According to the schedule, Mr. Sham is now
(more likely napping, Dumbledore thinks with a grin) in Professor
Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Dumbledore, paperwork in hand, heads for the third floor.
* * * *
"The Confundus Charm," Professor Hamry explains,
reviewed by both Professor Flitwick and I. Though the Charm may
have practical application, it can be used by Dark wizards and
alike to great effect." The gray-haired professor looks
at certain students as she said this. "It works, put simply, by
someone ideas.' The more complex the idea, the more difficult the
is to cast, as one must concentrate on the Confunding idea while
The professor pulls out her wand and points it at a student.
"Remember that the Confundus Charm only plants an idea in
not a command. I could Confund Mr. Sengor, here," she
with her wand at a nervous student, "into thinking homework was
but that may or may not get him to do his homework."
Hamry shoots a disapproving look at Sengor while several students
but calls for silence after a moment and favors the student with a
smile. "Sorry I picked on you, Mr. Sengor, but you did set
up by not turning anything in for two weeks."
Hamry begins to pace. "You can generally tell if someone's
by irrational behavior, though I doubt that would be much of a
for some of us, and a glazed look in the victim's eyes."
This is what Dumbledore hears as he comes down the hall and
outside the classroom door, which is slightly ajar. At this point he
it is as good a time as any to interrupt Hamry's class. He walks in
Hamry pauses. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, about to
into another detail of the Confundus Charm, glances at the
"Well, good day, Professor Dumbledore. I must say that
is a bit of a surprise." Hamry is only slightly chagrined at
her class interrupted, but the students have no such misgivings
"Just stopping by to give Inspector Sham his paperwork,
Where is Mr. Sham?" Dumbledore surveys the room and spots
at the back. "Ah, there you are."
The inspector snores gently, the orange bowler hat tipped to
Dumbledore smiles knowingly and tucks the form on school
into the large pile on Sham's desk. The inspector's arms twitch, as
he means to lunge forward, but Sham settles down again after a
* * * *
At dinner that evening in the Great Hall, the discussion on the
table revolved around the Dark wizard Grindelwald.
"I do hope they catch him soon," the timid and quiet
Professor Grubb says.
"This is a most terrible business
fades, as she cannot find the words to express herself more
"Don't worry, Miriam, the Ministry's onto him now, they've
Hit Wizards and everything after him," Professor Flitwick says
he nibbles a dinner roll in a subdued fashion.
"Do you know," Professor Vitrius, the Potions master,
to swallow a lump of food, "I've heard that the Department of
is getting involved. My guess is the Unspeakables are trying to
"What good will that do?" grumbles the gruff and
Professor Kettleburn. His magical wooden arm raises a glass of water
"Unspeakables are highly trained special agents,
I should think you would know that. Why, they are practically alert
their sleep!" Vitrius exclaims.
"Don't get me wrong, Mabel, I want to see this maniac
up at the very least as much as you do." Professor Kettleburn
out from beneath singed eyebrows. "I just
. Well, you've
what's happening. Twelve murders, and not so much as a shred of
pointing to who or where he is."
Vitrius, Grubb, Kettleburn, and Dumbledore (who is quietly
his food and thinking) sit in silence for a few moments. That
shatters upon the arrival of Professor Hamry, who has observed and
of their melancholy attitude.
"Why the long faces, my fellows?" The four professors
at Hamry and her bright green and cucumber shaped nose.
Professor Kettleburn is the first to crack. He struggles
but a chortle escapes his widening grin. Vitrius pretends to have a
fit. Grubb barely manages to keep her lemon juice from erupting out
her nose. Dumbledore finally looks up from his soup and smiles.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you find me amusing," Hamry
and her eyes twinkle. "Now, we're going to have a nice,
discussion. Agreed?" The Defense Against the Dark Arts
returned her nose to its normal coloration and shape as she smiled
the others, who nodded.
Hamry looks around. "I wonder where inspector Sham is? He
like he needed some cheering up when he walked into my class this
Very nervous, the poor man."
"How did he ever become an inspector, anyway? He
look like he's very organized or very coordinated, for that
Professor Grubb smiles; probably remembering one of Sham's numerous
"Well, if you ask me, he's a new recruit," Vitrius
"Ministry had us lined up for yearly inspections for 5 years
"The opening of the Chamber of Secrets, Mabel."
speaks for the first time. His eyes reflect sadness, but there is no
or fear in his voice.
Vitrius is momentarily stunned, but continues, "Yes, after
the Ministry sent us the inspection schedule. Sent us an owl just
weeks ago. It seems the originally scheduled inspector was somehow
and they informed us of dear Fibbius' arrival. Must be a junior
"Well, I hope this isn't his full-time job. Goodness, he
half the time he's 'inspecting,' and the other half he's tripping
his own robes."
* * * *
The Great Hall disappears. The story now comes to a fork in the
One path, Dumbledore remembers through the Pensieve. The tales of
colleagues carve the other path out of the forest that is existence.
thoughts were added, by Dumbledore's request, to the Pensieve.
The Pensieve's mists are made visible for a moment, and then out of
silvery fog appears Dumbledore's quarters.
It is Saturday, a Hogsmeade weekend, and Dumbledore is the only
chaperone. Normally, the other teachers would accompany him, but
else was attending a staff meeting called by Fibbius Sham to review
inspection. The Transfiguration professor cannot find his wallet.
he does find is a messily scrawled note, complete with mangled
of Dumbledore's name:
Found your wallet in my papers. Must have picked it up with the
I dropped. In my quarters under the Astronomy Tower.
Fibbius Sham, M.O.M. Inspector
The Transfiguration teacher scrutinized the note. Something strikes
as not quite right. It is nothing in particular, just a vague
Dumbledore heads for the tallest tower.
He has pocketed his wand.
* * * *
The staff room is packed. Headmaster Dippet and all of the
including Hamry, Kettleburn, Vitrius, Grubb and Flitwick, sit on one
of the long table. The other side is jam-packed with stacks of
files, and papers. The professors are chatting quietly with each
Fibbius Sham enters, carrying yet another large stack of paper.
room quiets and Headmaster Dippet speaks. "Good day, Inspector!
you need help with--" Dippet never finishes that sentence.
The mild-mannered inspector drops the sheaf of papers suddenly,
is his wont. There is nothing clumsy, however, in the rapid movement
followed. Sham draws two wands that have been hidden under the stack
levels them with incredible speed at the Hogwarts staff. The
professors only have time to grasp their wands, then-
"EXPELLIARMUS!" The room is bathed in a flash
red light, and several professors are blasted off their feet. A
of wands lands at Sham's feet. The two he holds in his hands are
leveled menacingly at the staff, and those who are conscious stare
Sham has counted on the skill of the professors - on the fact
they would be fast enough to at least grab their wands, thus
him to disarm them.
When Sham speaks, his voice has none of its usual cheerfulness.
"No one is going anywhere."
* * * *
Dumbledore pushes the door open and enters Fibbius' makeshift
just below the highest point of the castle, the Astronomy Tower. It
as you might have guessed, drenched in papers. The inspector's cot
in the corner of the room, the sheets tumbling messily to the floor
the pillow a bit crooked. A plain cloth wallet, electric blue, is
on a small table directly in front of him.
The Transfiguration professor takes one step. This is when he
the paper taped to the wall above the table. The one that reads
"Auster amplus." A deep gravelly voice speaks
Dumbledore - behind the door. Of course!
"Aegis," Dumbledore says, just as the top half
the Astronomy Tower is smashed by a record gale. Huge stone blocks
countless papers tumble through the air around Dumbledore, they fly
They bounce off an invisible force surrounding him. The mighty
with nothing to halt its progress, plows into the professor and
him into the darkened sky, black clouds heavy with rain and
"VOLATUS!" Dumbledore shouts into the storm.
he levels out and hovers in place amid flying stone and howling
Though the wind whips mercilessly against his eyes, Dumbledore sees
figure rising from the rubble-a huge one.
At least two meters tall.
The Dark wizard halts across from Dumbledore, perhaps twenty
away. It is a wonder how anyone could miss the man-thing that floats
Dumbledore. Besides Grindelwald's mammoth stature, he is dressed in
boots, a leather vest, pants, and gloves - certainly not normal
attire. Long, scraggly green strands of hair blow out from the Dark
head. His eyes are shadowed under a large brow, and his teeth, filed
points, show in a hideous grin. Grindelwald looks rather like a
troll wearing clothes.
The wind was abating, and Dumbledore can hear the Dark wizard
at him, in his asphalt voice.
.. but I wouldn't
any less from the alchemical mastermind, the wizard who discovered
twelve magical properties of Dragon's blood
smile widens. "Tell me where you keep your work, and you will
Dumbledore also smiled, his wand at the ready. "How does
fit into this?"
"Oh, is it a villain's exposition you want from me? Very
but you'll have to earn it. We duel. The longer you stay alive, the
you hear my voice
." The Dark wizard's smile widened to an
size. "I will be the last thing you ever hear, so you had best
me talking!" Grindelwald laughed hysterically, then stopped
a suddenness that implied madness. "Bow," he said,
to your doom."
Dumbledore bows, but even as he does so he listens for
to strike - the Dark wizard does not bow, but raises his wand and
"Fumus Speculum!" Dumbledore shouts. A flash
bright white light, and he is surrounded by Dumbledores. The
finishes his bow in a dive as he casts the spell; the illusory
speed in every direction and the flash has made it difficult to
which way the real one went. Grindelwald's curse splits the air
the professor hovered moments before, its energy dissipating as it
The voice of Grindelwald, magically enhanced, booms out.
am a man of my word, Dumbledore, and you will have your
The Dark wizard sounds rather pouty, but what amazes Dumbledore is
Grindelwald also sounds sincere - he really believes that he is a
"Fibbius Sham is not a Ministry inspector, as you may have
Dumbledore. His clumsiness and drowsiness are merely acts, to hide
truth. What I find most amusing about this situation is that Sham,
Unspeakable sent to watch over Albus Dumbledore, unwittingly has a
in his destruction!"
On the word 'destruction,' Grindelwald blasts a fake Dumbledore
of the sky, the illusion dispelling in a puff of blue smoke.
* * * *
For the first few moments, the staff is still in a state of
disbelief. Finally, Dippet chokes out, "Why?"
Sham looks at the Headmaster, and states as simply as if he
commenting on the weather, "Because one of you is the Dark
Grindelwald hiding under the effect of a Polyjuice Potion. His next
is your Transfiguration teacher, Dippet," Sham's voice takes on
edge, "if that is your real name."
"How can you be certain?" Professor Vitrius says
a moment of stunned silence.
"The Dark wizard would say something like that,"
eyes narrow as he says this, "but to answer your question, I am
Unspeakable, dispatched to protect Albus Dumbledore, as the Ministry
he is the next target."
"I don't think that's what she means," begins
Kettleburn, "She wants to know how you're sure that one of us
'Grindelwald hiding under a Polyjuice Potion.'"
The gruff professor looked at Sham skeptically.
it just makes sense, ok?!" Sham's eyes look
bit glassy. "How else would you get into the school,
Professor Flitwick turns to the conscious staff, including
Kettleburn, Dippet, and Vitrius. "Confunded," he
"What are you trying to tell your accomplices,
I'm armed, so don't even think of trying anything
up the twin wands. He does look quite dangerous.
Vitrius motions to Hamry, gesturing at the crumpled form of
Grubb on the floor. "I don't think poor Miriam even had time to
Never was any good at dueling."
* * * *
"I placed a Confundus Charm on the Unspeakable
believes a member of your staff is me, disguised by a Polyjuice
I broke into the school yesterday, using a Vanishing Spell
a few other tricks." Grindelwald curses down another
the false professor fading into more blue smoke.
"While the Unspeakable was deep in an enchanted sleep, I
a paper with his handwriting on it," Grindelwald says as he
up another Dumbledore with his wand and curses it. "I copied
handwriting to lure you to the Astronomy Tower."
A Dumbledore rises up in front of Grindelwald suddenly, wand
the ready. The Dark wizard reacts instantly, uttering an
A brilliant bolt of blue light lances through the Dumbledore,
turns out to be an illusion - the last one. A wave of cold so
the real Dumbledore can feel a chill 20 meters away. The curse stops
when it strikes the Divination Tower, instantly encasing it in a
shell of bluish ice.
"Ferio!" The voice is not magically amplified,
it carries like a musical note
. Twin streaks of whitish yellow
thud into Grindelwald. The first hits him in the legs with such
that the Dark wizard flips over in the air. The second slams into
back of Grindelwald's head like a sledgehammer. He rights himself,
is obviously in quite bad pain, but smiles-a crazy smile, with a mad
in his eye. He sounds gleeful as he screams, "YES! A WORTHY
The Dark wizard wheels around, then looks down, to see
diving away under the power of his flying spell.
Grindelwald smiles as he watches Dumbledore. There is a slight
of dodging his favorite curse, the Glacier - but this new one is
Dumbledore smells the ozone in the air, the odor of a
and realizes what is coming. He speaks an incantation breathlessly,
Metallum") and even as he feels the conjured steel rod in
hand, there is a deafening thunderclap, a flash of light, his hand
the metal, and-
Electrical energy races down the metal that Dumbledore's hand
vacated. The rod is blackened immediately, and Dumbledore can smell
frying, can feel the heat, his long hair stands on end, and it's
as quickly as it came, the charred metal dropping to the ground over
Grindelwald, as you may guess, is beside himself with killing
His wand stays unerringly pointed at his most worthy foe, he shouts,
Dumbledore hears the Dark wizard's giant voice, and counters with a
Sphere Charm: "Pyro Circumplico!" A smothering
and a wreath of flames surrounds Dumbledore, burning in midair.
Cold, an unimaginable freezing cold soaks the professor to his
bones, but the curse misses him. Dumbledore has an idea; while the
lived Fire Sphere putters out, he cries "Accio!"
flies toward Grindelwald.
* * * *
Fibbius Sham's dual wands wave menacingly at Flitwick, really
everyone. The Confunded and paranoid Unspeakable looked on the verge
doing something crazy. Someone returning to consciousness shifts on
floor, apparently unaware of the danger.
"I'm warning you," Sham said, his voice filled with a
calm. The professors look around, panicked, which the jumpy Sham saw
some sort of offensive action. "Stupefy!" he
but at the same time a diminutive figure leaps up from the floor
she had been crouching and yells "Expelliarmus!" in
shrill voice, clutching - a wand.
Jets of red light blast from Sham's twin wands; one of them
the wall behind Headmaster Dippet, who shouts, the other hits
in the arm - splintering the magic prosthetic construct. Meanwhile,
bolt from the wand of the witch hits Sham, who is already beginning
shield spell, full in the chest, rocking the Unspeakable backwards
causing the twin wands to soar across the room and bounce off
walls. The inspector/Unspeakable tripps over his own robes and hits
head on the wall behind him.
Those staff members still standing can only wonder at the sight
timid Professor Grubb holding her wand with both hands in front of
eyes screwed tightly shut. One eye slowly peeks open, the other
The Herbology Professor stares in even greater amazement than her
had for her at the Unspeakable crumpled against the wall. Finally,
turns to regard her friends.
Noticing that everyone was staring at her, Miriam Grubb says
first thing that came to mind: "What?"
* * * *
Grindelwald sees the flames dissipate around Albus Dumbledore.
Transfiguration teacher will not escape this time - Grindelwald had
ever used the Killing Curse. It was too easy, too simple - no
But, quite frankly, Albus Dumbledore is turning out to be more
a challenge than Grindelwald was prepared to handle.
The Dark wizard aims impeccably, his wand lines up, his eyes
he grins, and he savors the moment, the words on his lips,
KEDAVRA!" The green light streaks from the end of his wand,
strikes the foolish Transfiguration teacher in the chest, the light
the professor's eyes fades, Albus Dumbledore dies. Exquisite.
* * * *
This is the moment Albus Dumbledore has come to relive through
Pensieve. Flying above the Hogwarts of his memories, he watches the
carefully, especially this climax. He is watching the eyes that are
exact copy of his own, even 50 years later
He is searching those eyes, those dying eyes, for a definite
of sentience, or perhaps the dull gleam confirming that the dying
copy was already devoid of mind and spirit, simply a fleshy
This is the moment
And he is still not sure what he sees.
* * * *
A thought struggles in Grindelwald's mind: too easy. Too easy to
the foe, to kill the Transfiguration teacher-
TRANSFIGURATION TEACHER! A blazing fire of awareness lights in
Dark wizard's mind.
Grindelwald wheels, there he is, Albus Dumbledore, his most
foe, and there are words already on his lips
And he reaches for his wand, but his hand is too small, getting
he cannot grasp the wand with his-paw!
Albus Dumbledore casts a second spell,
and swoops to catch the swooning body of Grindelwald, a body that is
Grindelwald's true form, a body that cannot do anyone harm (except
cabbage)-a small, brown rabbit.
Down on the ground, 40 meters below, a blue flowerpot with a
cloud pattern is shattered on the steps of Hogwarts School of
and Wizardry, and a steady rain begins to fall.
* * * *
Albus Dumbledore surfaced from the Pensieve. He regarded the
shard on his desk, as he did earlier that eve, and remembered eyes
are the same intense color of blue
His own eyes.
He remembered his own eyes staring back at him as the curse hit
double, and though the Pensieve shows him every detail, this is
he is never sure of: What did he - does he - see in those eyes? Was
only his imagination, or had a brief flicker of awareness,
acceptance, been present there? Dumbledore did not know.
The aging Headmaster stood, and looked out the window onto the
grounds. His reflection was in the glass; he searched its eyes, but
only searching. And then he saw that this memory is like an
it will trap him should he brood on it. Perhaps he should be content
Dumbledore turned back to his desk and placed the shard in a
drawer. He almost collapsed in the soft chair, suddenly a very old
He smiled as he heard the phoenix song, and closed his eyes.
sung his friend to sleep.
Very few things can pierce the heart of the one who will become
one of them is fear.
It is as if one of the million shards of that broken flowerpot
lanced deep into the very soul of Tom Riddle
for perhaps the
time, he knew fear, not merely a subtle apprehension, but true
The fear sparked a determination
he would be better. He
triumph where his peer had not, he would make the likes of Albus
. Yet he himself trembled when he first heard the news
Grindelwald, the (then) greatest Dark wizard in history, had been
by a schoolteacher.
He told himself that he had trembled with rage. As Riddle's
progressed, he gained mastery over his body's responses to fear and
but that did not stop the small tremor in his mind
he thought of Albus Dumbledore
and Harry Potter.