Sneaking into Dumbledore's Office

I was running towards the spiral staircase behind the large gargoyle, and then when I reach it, I speak to it with the exact password “Acid Pop”. Then suddenly the gargoyle turned up exposing a spiral staircase. I step into it without hesitation, heading towards Dumbledore’s office, my target since then. When I reach the top I take my wand out from my cloak and pointed it out into the door’s handle and casted “Alohamora”. Without any intervention, the door swung wide open into the headmaster’s office, revealing the portraits of the deceased former headmasters and headmistresses of the school in the wall.

“Dumbledore wasn’t here at all” I nervously convinced myself with my heart beating unnaturally fast simply because I was afraid of being caught. I am searching for a particular ancient artifact and I am sure it was here. Revolving my eyes around the office, I saw Fawkes with a stare of get-out-of-here. But I am still certain of my target, and there it was just opposite the headmaster’s table standing firm and serine, the Pensieve.

My heart leapt with joy and caught myself running towards the object. Then with great enthusiasm I revealed a number of vials containing silver whirls of memory agitating to be released. I have picked it randomized and the one I have picked was labeled “At the beach”. With a smile and excitement I poured the silver memory into the Pensieve and I bow down into it, seeing myself falling down into nothingness. Then finally I found myself again standing beneath the cottage of the beach. I look around and searching for familiar faces but can’t find no one even myself. With a split of a second a group of noisy youngster boarded down from a yellow multicab. I took quite laugh when I saw Geraldine setting in the front sit with her father driving the car. Actually the ride was for free. Then I run towards them and saw my self among the group, God! That’s how I look? And I laughed again. The group of youngster was arguing whether this was the right venue they have agreed but because we were ashamed to let Geraldine’s father drives us again we decided to stay. And caught myself saying “Unsa man diay ang tubig didto ug diri, lain ra?” then everyone complemented the joke with a laugh. Then carrying with their respective assigned utensils they headed for a vacant cottage, and I follow them excitedly. The cottage at the end of the line is the target of the group and there they rested for awhile.

All were hungry, each of them were sneaking their hands inside the cellophane full of corn crackers and chips. With crunch and crisp they enjoy the moment. “Bal, palihug ko ninyo ug haling be, para ma sugba na dayon ang isda” can’t distinguished who delivered the line but I am sure that they were requesting Ronel Balo to set the fire to grill the fish and with Jeffrey’s helping hand they headed towards the grilling area. Girls were chatting. Stella Mariz with Aivee were intriguing Cheenee Mae for some questions. Then I saw myself busy arranging the table with Kezia assisting me. And there’s Emmabelle still sexy and beautiful with her high waist short jeans (of course she’s in jeans for she doesn’t have a plan at all to join us swimming, for it was her red day). Wow! Gracelyn peeling off the sweet potatoes. Crislee Mae is quite busy with her niece. Cute bag Crislee’s holding and it will turn to a towel “MAGIC”. Hyacinth chatting with Daisy Jane and John Rick is hectic on giving his comments about the surrounding trying to make the place a beautiful spot. This was just one of the most beautiful memories I have ever collected with my classmates.

I wasn’t able to notice that time keeps on ticking and leaving every bit of events behind. Then suddenly the whole environment turns into fog and I know why, it is because I can’t remember anything from that certain moment. And just in a second, the same place welcomed my eyes but the people around were already wet. I can’t find my self around the cottage and so with my other classmates. Then Cheenee commented in a high pitch “Hala! Layo na sila, tua na sila sa atbang o” and there I was together with Daveau, Kezia, Daisy Jane, Hyacinth, Crislee Mae, Charisma and John Rick. We merrily bounced and springed up using the inflated tire and we call it “salbabida’.

Times like this seem an eternity to imagine. From that moment on, the fog once again covered the whole surrounding which signifies the ending of my memory. I was once again letting my eyes focus on what I am staring at as I glide out my face out from the pensieve. I was shock when a silhouette of a tall and thin man with a white long beard staring straight at me. With my bulging eyes set upon the serine retina of Prof. Dumbledore I caught myself forcefully hit the floor, shocked and afraid, I utter “Professor what you doing here?”. But then again Prof. Dumbledore didn’t signify any sign of angriness upon my intrusion but rather speak with calming voice upon me “Would it be, perhaps, my prerogative to ask that intriguing question of yours, Mr. McLoz?” with great courage I stood up and explain my invasion upon his privacy “Sir, I apologize of my action, I just missed my friend so much, I need to see them sir” with a crack of my faint voice I was starting to be a little bit dramatic to be more convincing on my lines. But Prof. Dumbledore has the ability to read things beyond the realms of human imagination. He can perhaps read my mind, and I haven’t practice my occlumency yet. He then glances at me like I was being accused of a mistake in which I am fully accounted on it, and in fact I am. With a soft voice he talk to me, "tears, sometimes is the sign of grief and sorrow, and sometime we teared for laughers and joy. However, the tears I have seen in your eyes now didn’t knock even one of the two. Perhaps, you still have different things in mind and that makes those tears fall purposely." he paused without taking the stare out of me. Even if I am not staring at him, I know that his eyes were busy scrutinizing my thoughts. "Do you have something you wish to tell me?”

The question seems to be a comfort to me. It is as if a sign that the case of breaking into his room is acceptable to him, but before I can answer his question, he utter words once again "But the thing you have just recently acted, breaking into my office without any summoned from me is quite unlawful, and for that, I need a detention from you Mr. McLoz. However, I can see deeper reasons of your breaking” he then move towards his high chair that I can feel the intimidation starts to rise into my heads without power of boast he talk to me like a usual friend.” although missing our dear friends, sometimes requires unbearable and unwanted actions just to experience the feeling of being drag back to the times of happiness.” “Perhaps, you’re wondering why I haven’t stop you, for it is very much impossible that a wizard like me wouldn’t able to know what is happening and what will happen in my own office. Because at the first place I have known that your intention is very much pure and good.”

The last message of Prof. Dumbledore is much delightful in feeling. I have thought that this would create much chaos on my studies but I am wrong. “I am very sorry professor I just can’t stop myself missing my friends a lot. This will never happen again, professor” Then Dumbledore smile at me with his blue eyes over his half moon spectacles and said “are you sure this would be the last time Mr. McLoz? ” I nodded which much enthusiasm for I was deeply afraid that he will punish me, but I know that there is detention waiting for me. “Bye then, Professor” I hurriedly walk down the spiral staircase running towards the Gryffindor common room.

Two nights had already visited the Hogwarts horizon but I cannot still forget my breaking into Prof. Dumbledore’s office. As I am writing my essay for my Defense Against the Dark Arts: the Difference between werewolves and animagus, a letter is handed to me by Harry and said “Hey Mel, Dumbledore wants to give you this letter” Harry handed me small parchment with a thin slanted writing scribed in it “Thanks Harry” I said then Harry left. With trembling hands I began to read the letter.

The letter surprises me for it’s not for my detention but rather a one more trip back into my own memory.