Dumbledore's Horcruxes

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How does a wizard learn about the existence and properties of Horcruxes? Who knows what they are, how to make them, what they can do? What wizard would make a Horcrux? Under what circumstances? And for what reasons? And why are they so evil? Hermione is working very hard to answer these questions. As Hogwarts virtual library search-engine, she is coming up empty - no answers to these questions can be found at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so far.

Fifty years ago, Tom Riddle, while still a student at Hogwarts, somehow learned of Horcruxes. How he did this is something of a mystery since Tom has no wizarding family, no connection with anyone in the wizarding world outside of Hogwarts (that we know of), and attended a school where Horcruxes were a banned subject, where Dumbledore at the time was, as Slughorn explains, (HBP, US version p. 499) "particularly fierce about it..." ("it" being the ban on Horcruxes). And yet by the end of Book 6, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, we believe that Tom Riddle-turned-Voldemort had probably divided his soul into seven parts and created six external Horcruxes in his lifetime.

How do we learn of the Voldemort Horcruxes?

Through Dumbledore's suspicions.

Dumbledore is the only wizard who suspected that Voldemort created Horcruxes. When the Avada Kedavra curse Voldemort used against Harry backfired and diminished Voldemort, Dumbledore suspected that Voldemort had made a Horcrux. Then Tom Riddle's diary came along in Chamber of Secrets and Dumbledore's theory gained some support. No mere memory, the being in Tom Riddle's diary began to come to life and behave like a Horcrux, restoring Voldemort to life.

But then Tom Riddle's diary was destroyed when Harry stabbed it with the poison basilisk fang, and Voldemort did not perish. So here Dumbledore must have begun to realize that either he was wrong about his theory that Voldemort had made a Horcrux or that there may have been more than one Horcrux. What an astounding idea this must have seemed! And in Book 6 when Harry returned from the graveyard and reported what Voldemort told his followers at the end of Goblet of Fire about having gone further than any other wizard, Dumbledore believed that this information provided support for the possibility that Voldemort may have been using Horcruxes, but had been using more than one of them. Remember, it wasn't until Harry finagled that bit of memory from Slughorn (in HBP) that we got any confirmation at all of Dumbledore's Horcrux theory. Slughorn's memory shows the first hard evidence linking Voldemort with the Horcruxes.

But Dumbledore suspected the possibility of a Horcrux from the beginning. Why? Why suspect a Horcrux? Was it because he was familiar with the concept? Was it because he had already created one?

Dumbledore create something as evil as a Horcrux! Impossible!

Or is it? (Hmmm, perhaps I should write for the Quibbler...)

Here's a thought: perhaps it is not the Horcrux itself that is evil, but killing someone in order to create a Horcrux that is evil. Slughorn explains that the Horcrux is created: "By committing murder. Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would use this damage to his advantage: He would encase the torn portion (of his soul in a Horcrux)" (HBP p. 498).

Killing rips the soul apart. This is important: Killing rips the soul apart -- whether one makes a Horcrux or not. The evil act is in the killing. If a wizard had killed another person, regardless of his intent, the ripping of the soul would have occurred.

There are three possible forms of intent involved in the act of killing. The first is malice, the desire to inflict harm and affect a killing. We usually associate this with anger or hatred and Muggle and Wizard societies both punish this type of act. The second form of intent is self-preservation. Here the person who affects the murder is justified in doing so because he, his family, his friends or even his society as a whole are in danger from the person who is about to be killed. In this case the killer is not punished by society. And the third form of intent is actually lack-of-intent. This is the case when a person or persons are killed inadvertently, or accidentally. In the Muggle world this is sometimes punished, sometimes not. If the killer's lack of due diligence caused the death(s) -- as in drunken driving -- we tend to punish it, even though it was not intended by the killer. If the killer shows due diligence -- and someone simply jumps out onto the road in front of a moving car -- we tend not to punish the killer.

I do believe that killing under any of the three forms of intent causes damage to the soul. Maybe there is no blame to be laid, no guilt to be levied, but there would still be great anguish to the soul of someone who realizes he has taken a life. Whether through malice, self-defense, or completely by accident, the person who kills is diminished in some way by having taken a life. I believe this is the damage to the soul. It is not a punishment by society, but a natural result of destroying life. And I think this damage occurs no matter how good or evil the person who affects the killing is as a person. In fact, it is easy to imagine that the anguish of a good person who is pressed to kill is far greater than that of someone who feels no loss at ending someone's life.

The damage to the soul would be irreversible. And here a wizard could use this damage "to his advantage (by) encasing the torn portion in a Horcrux." Creating a Horcrux, in and of itself, is not evil. It is the murder that precedes the Horcrux creation that causes the soul to be ripped apart that is evil. Killing is, as Slughorn explains, "the supreme act of evil." The evil is done. And then you have a damaged soul. Encasing your now-damaged soul in a Horcrux neither extends nor eradicates the evil born of the murder. A Horcrux is simply a container for that already-damaged portion of the soul.

We know, from Albus Dumbledore's chocolate frog card (Philosopher's Stone, UK edition, p. 77), that "Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindlewald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel." So, in 1945 Dumbledore defeated the evil wizard Grindlewald. How might he have "defeated" Grindlewald? Did he need to kill him as perhaps Harry needs to kill Voldemort? There is no mention of Grindlewald in Azkaban. I suspect that the defeat did involve a killing.

If Dumbledore had killed Grindlewald, then perhaps Dumbledore might have created a Horcrux. Not necessarily an evil Horcrux, but the product of opportunity rather than the product of an evil act. Dumbledore is a very intelligent, logical being. If the killing of Grindlewald was necessary, then the possibility of creating a Horcrux might be a logical follow-up. And if the killing was a positive event eliminating evil from the wizard world, then perhaps Dumbledore's Horcrux -- though borne through dark magic -- would not be an evil thing. Not creating a Horcrux would not have changed his need to kill Grindlewald.

Why would Dumbledore even consider making a Horcrux? In Book 1, McGonagall has a conversation with Dumbledore in which she points out that he knows all of the Dark Magic, but that she believes he chooses not to use any of it. Perhaps he has had good reason to use Dark Magic for some positive purposes. And remember, Dumbledore's old friend, Nicholas Flamel, sought eternal life with the Philosopher's Stone. Why is it hard to suppose that Dumbledore may have sought eternal life as well? A different means to that end, yes, but still with a goal to the same end.

But would Dumbledore have committed this supreme act of evil? If Dumbledore has committed a killing, he would have to have a damaged soul. The damage done by killing another is absolute. Does Dumbledore have a damaged soul? Having a soul like Harry's that is "untarnished and whole" (p. 511) is certainly wonderful but may not be something that every witch and wizard can claim. Dumbledore is 150 years old and has been battling evil in the wizarding world for quite some time. Is it possible that his soul is still untarnished and whole? That he has never harmed another witch or wizard, evil or otherwise? I think not. Only youth has such purity and innocence. As people go through life, wizards and Muggles alike, we are confronted with difficult choices and obstacles, points in our lives at which there is no easy answer.

So let's assume Dumbledore did need to finish Grindlewald to remove his evil influence from the world. What Horcrux would hold Dumbledore's damaged bit of soul? Gryffindor's Sword perhaps? One of the many silvery spindly objects in his office? I don't think so. I think Dumbledore's Horcrux is the phoenix Fawkes.

Isn't it most interesting that Dumbledore suspected that Nagini was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes? We know Voldemort to be a friendless person who collects inanimate artifacts and objects for his Horcrux keepers. Why would Dumbledore think that Voldemort might choose Nagini to guard a portion of his soul? Why suppose that a wizard would choose any animal as a Horcrux, unless of course you had already done the very same thing yourself.

There is no comparison between Nagini and Fawkes as viable soul-keepers, or Horcruxes. Nagini is a snake, a magical creature with questionable moral values. Fawkes is a magical creature known for extreme loyalty, the ability to heal wounds and transport very heavy loads for long distances. Fawkes seems to be all positive attributes. And even more importantly: Nagini can be destroyed. Fawkes, a phoenix, cannot be killed. He will continue to rise anew from the ashes, reborn to continue on. Fawkes is an excellent choice for a Horcrux. Fawkes will live forever.

All right, so let's say we allow the assumption that Dumbledore has made a Horcrux. And let's go on to the next step and allow that Harry discovers it. This is, by the way, quite necessary since the Harry Potter stories are all told from Harry's point of view and we would certainly not know of the Horcrux unless Harry knew of it as well. How would this Horcrux work itself into the story in Book 7? What would be the value and difficulty of discovering that Dumbledore had created a Horcrux?

The value is easy to spot. There is then the possibility that Dumbledore isn't gone for good. He may have died physically, but he could be reborn through the use of his Horcrux. This is, for everyone except Voldemort and the Death Eaters, a very uplifting possibility. Dumbledore's abrupt departure from the quest to destroy Voldemort at the close of Book 6 is quite disturbing. It is as though, after so many, many years of his research and discovery to identify Voldemort's weakness(es), Dumbledore simply vanishes.

What if Harry is not the only one to learn of Fawkes's role as a Horcrux? Then what? Who else might be trying to recover Fawkes at the same time as Harry?

The most likely wizard to join Harry in the pursuit of Fawkes would be -- Severus Snape. Somehow, Snape will know that Fawkes was Dumbledore's Horcrux and will be trying to get Fawkes. Harry will discover this. Not knowing whether Snape is good or evil, we won't know whether Snape should get Fawkes or not. Hermione will tell us we should trust Dumbledore's faith in Snape; Harry will be convinced Snape is up to something evil. It is possible Snape is supposed to acquire Fawkes, that Dumbledore wants him to, and that Snape was aware -- at the moment of the Avada Kedavra curse on top of the tower -- that there would be further steps to having Dumbledore return to make sure that Voldemort was vanquished.

Furthermore: How would Dumbledore have protected Fawkes from Voldemort? Surely Dumbledore would have foreseen that someone on the Dark Side might have discovered Fawkes's value as a Horcrux. How might he have provided protection for Fawkes? Perhaps in was in the same way he protected the Philosopher's Stone. Remember the protection Dumbledore placed on the Stone in the Mirror of Erised? "You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone -- find it, but not use it -- would be able to get it..." (PS p.217) Perhaps Harry will need to want to recover Fawkes, but not activate Dumbledore's Horcrux in order to gain Fawkes.

Maybe when Harry discovers that Dumbledore has a Horcrux -- Fawkes -- a choice has to be made about bringing Dumbledore back or going on without Dumbledore's help. What if the choice was there and Harry has to decide whether to rely on Dumbledore's help or to move on as a now-adult wizard (Harry comes of age at the start of Book 7 on July 31) and accept his role as The Chosen One? A choice between what is right and what is easy, perhaps.

Somehow, I have found it hard to believe that Dumbledore would so easily leave the battle with Voldemort. Dumbledore has spent many years researching Voldemort's background and looking for ways to finish him. Why would he bow out so easily, before he could see his work brought to closure? Completed by Harry, yes, but brought to closure.

And the wording of Professor Trelawney's prophecy is curious, as well, "one cannot live while the other survives..." If Harry, himself, does not directly cause Voldemort's death, Harry will retain his pure, untarnished, virgin soul. He will remain in many ways childlike and pure. Is this desirable? Or does Harry need to pass through a gauntlet of sorts to become an adult? Perhaps Harry must kill Voldemort to become an adult. Perhaps this is a painful process that must be done. Harry came awfully close to damaging his soul with the Septumsempra curse on Malfoy. It is not impossible to believe that Harry will have to suffer the consequences of his anger and hatred toward Voldemort (and maybe Snape). As a minor (under the age of 17) Harry still has a pure untarnished soul. But is it realistic to expect that this will continue throughout his adult life? I think not. Life is not that simple.

Meanwhile, there is one other important player in this search: Hagrid. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, is our resident expert in Magical Creatures. That's Fawkes, a magical creature. Hagrid will know how to recover and capture Fawkes (just like Hagrid knew how to lull Fluffy to sleep) because Dumbledore would have told him. Dumbledore tells Professor McGonagall in Book 1, "I would trust Hagrid with my life," and he has. Dumbledore has shared with Hagrid Fawkes's secret.

So while we know there will be a search going on for Voldemort's Horcruxes in Book 7, we may learn that a parallel search will commence for Dumbledore's Horcrux, Fawkes.

I really do believe that Dumbledore does have a Horcrux. The Horcrux is Fawkes, his soul mate, literally. And Hagrid is the Secret keeper of the Horcrux secret.

Hagrid will likely die protecting this information. And what does that mean? Hopefully we'll find out soon, because J.K. chose this topic as one of the three FAQ questions she would like to answer on her web site: What happens to a Secret after the Secret keeper dies? I don't think this is of terribly vital importance to 12 Grimmauld Place, but I do think it will matter even more when it comes to losing Hagrid.

We learn of the existence of Horcruxes out of the blue in Book 6 of the seven book series. No mention of them in any of the thousands of pages preceding Half-Blood Prince in Books 1 through 5. Will we learn in Book 7 that there is another Horcrux? Dumbledore's Horcrux?

Princess Ivory

Once upon a time in a far away land their lived a beautiful princess named Ivory. She lived with her Mother, Queen Maria in a large castle. His Father, King Thaddeus is on a great expedition in distant land in conquering new properties.

As king Thaddeus traveled the great seven seas with the largest fleet the kingdom had ever built, many people have known him because of his bravery and of being a kind-hearted man, many of his soldier and men like him a lot.

Queen Maria perhaps seems different among the other, she is the only queen that makes everyone intimidated and perfectly opposite with the king. So the queen just stayed in the castle whole day long or sometimes asked her servants to accompany her to the forest for a horseback riding. On the absence of the king it was Queen Maria who took up his husband’s responsibility to her daughter’s affection and that makes Princess Ivory felt different towards his father king.

One stormy night, the king woke up breathing so heavily from a nightmare, he dreamed that beyond the mountain of Nineveh lived a very horrible creature, gargantuan and very fierce. That very morning the king visits the seer of the castle. He divulges all the detail of his dreamed and the seer interpreted them one by one. The king was shocked on the interpretation of the seer. It was stated on the seer’s basin that the hideous creature behind the mountain of Nineveh will be the one who will going to destroy their land, and even attacked the castle and burned the city down. And will eat all the flesh of its men and women of the castle.

Because of this, the king was challenge to face the creature, he felt insulted by this. No one could ever defeat him in any battle, he conquered hundreds of lands and this time he will go to kill the creature to save his mankind. And so the king prepared for this. But he was stopped by the Queen and his daughter, convincing him to stay because it would be too dangerous for him to trounce the monster. But no one could ever stop the king this time.

Certain of his decision, he gathered his man and planned to attacked the monstrous creature. In that very dawn, they march towards the mountain of Nineveh. As they reach the bottom of the mountain the king decided to set the camp for them to rest. But the king never been able to sleep, wickedly awake and completely prepared for any unwanted intruder. But the night pass quietly serine, no harm was detected.

As the dawn reaches the land, the troop is preparing for another march. As the king commanded for them to move, a soldier came to King Thaddeus for some report. The news was quite mysterious and indeed a threat to their travel. The young soldier reported the tank of their water was mysteriously drained out from its container. Immediately the King asked them to check for any leak of the tank, but to leak was ever found. The king was mystified by the event, so he asked every man to check their own water pocket, but again the containers were completely empty. Wild conclusions drops into every soldiers mind. They cannot continue the march without the water. So the king ordered half of his with their horses to go back to the castle to get water and must immediately come back for them to join the march and everyone could have a drink. At that very moment, half of the troop traveled back to the castle.

With great bravery, King Thaddeus still believe that they will survive the march and putting the life of his men to risk. As they march miles and miles away. A rush of water was being issued from a distant fountain and every men runs towards the water and quenching every inch of their thirstiness. But as soon as the water touches their throats, everyone turns into a stone. The king was shocked by the events his eyes had witness. He loss quarter of is man.

They were now few.
Marching the dark side of the mountains the King and his men were now very much conscious on every move. More miles are waiting for them. They were in the middle of their expedition as they reach a clearing and then decided again for them to have a rest. With thirsty throats, numbing legs, and heart full of courage over fear, all the men took a rest. In a sudden moment silence of the forest, rustling leaves among branches was heard by all of them and suddenly a colorful bird appeared above the branch of the trees where they have camped. Bird is more like a peacock in appearance but with a beautiful harmony of voice. The bird sings very serenely and melodiously that makes every men fall asleep. But the king commanded them not to sleep, maybe that this is the monsters trick. But all his men cannot refuse to accept the melody of the bird and all of them took a very quite sleep to death.

All of them died sleeping, except the king and a few more of his soldiers. But the king made a decision that troubled his men. He ordered them to go back to their family and spread the story of their adventure. But his men refuses, but the king commanded them with valor and pride. His man cannot do anything but obey the king’s command.

King Thaddeus bravery is immeasurable. All the trickery of the monster, from the waters drying out, into the mysterious fountain and to the bird’s sleepy music was monster’s whole plan to face the king alone.
At last King Thaddeus can see the horizon of the back end of the mountain, all he can see was a vast endless lake. No sign of ripples in the surface of the water, oily like. The king shouted, thinking that this is the monster’s lair. Without hesitation a single circle of ripples and into two ripples until the whole lake is full or ripples issued from the center of the lake came up a beautiful woman. King Thaddeus commanded the woman to show her face because it’s showing its naked back from him. Then the monster slowly and gracefully swings its shoulder into the king’s eyes revealing a familiar face. The king was shocked to see her daughter’s face. From the very first time King Thaddeus felt afraid of killing the monster. Because of the present situation in seeing his daughter’s face, make him weak. The monster knows the weakness of the king, the monster is very canny. Then the monster speaks, very much the same with princess Ivory’s voice. “Kill me father, this is your plan from the start of your voyage. Then do this now” whisper the monster. Then the king replied with weakness in his voice “Dare not to use my daughter’s face to hide your wickedness, I am here, certain to kill you”. But in a glimpse of the king’s eyes, the monster vanish in the thin air and immediately appearing in front of him.

The king was stunned by the speed of his enemy and they were nose to nose facing each other. Looking into directly the eyes of his daughter lays a different kind of feeling. The king felt numb of his arms and cannot swing his sword to slaughter the monster. Then the monster whisper into his ears “Kill me now father…you think I don’t love you? But father I do.” The king can smell from the monster’s breath of burned metal and scorching ashes. But the king cannot fight any courage anymore and a droplet of tears fall into his eyes and embraces the body of his daughter.

With devious smile, the monster held its arms up issuing a dagger from nowhere and digs it down to King Thaddeus’s ribs. With splatters of blood from the ribs of the king a stream of red fluid runs into the lake. Then with his last breath he issued a muffled voice into the monster’s ears. “I can face any battle of life, but seeing my daughter felt distant with me, makes me wish to dig that dagger of death myself” he paused “I LOVE YOU, my daughter”. Suddenly the monster screams aloud, a scream of remorse and malevolence, and the monster is burned to death.

A Lover from Beyond

Just after I dried my body, I picked my towel and heading towards my room. Making sure that the house is secure, I checked for the locks. And so, I stretched my hand out to reach for the switch to turn off the lights. But before my finger could hit the surface of the switch the entire house went pitch dark. My heart leapt enthusiastically and with my heart throbbing unnaturally fast. “Just a black-out” I ridiculously convinced my self, unfortunately it wasn’t working at all. So I doubled my step towards my room without turning my head anywhere just focusing my brain that my feet are hitting solid floor. I have five more steps up and I’ll be heading west to my room. But just after my fifth count another stair up added, a miscalculation. But there’s one more, another one and another one and more stairs are added. My God! When was the last time they added the stairs. Just this morning? This afternoon? or just now? Just perfectly now to scare someone like me?

I paused for awhile. The throbbing of my heart never have the chance to paused for a little while, because if that’s happen? I’ll be cold dead now. The extra cold water I used for my shower never helps to dry any sweat my pores were releasing now. I perspire just so fast, flooding my neck and soaking my nose. A faint smile painted in my face, just a convincing factor, but then again I perfectly failed to do it.

I am very much sure that the stairs are just twenty steps higher, but according to the present trance I have now, more than thirty is the perfect count. I know that there is some one in this house exists, more than just me, more than just the cobwebs and the dust. I run higher, higher than my mind could accept. I cannot see anything, the light had not come back yet. I’m scared now, very much scared. My knees were trembling, my mind is frantic and I am totally in panic. I cannot breath normally, I’m hyperventilating and claustrophobia is attacking me. It feels like walls are drawing near me, squeezing every inch of my flesh and cracking every bone I have. “No! Please stop, help me please” a shout for help. I couldn’t run more, I’m sure more stairs are waiting there for me. I just have to wait until I have someone to notice me out. From the very edge of almost infinite stair I can see a familiar silhouette, a human figure in the dark heavy robe which I think who can help me. She is the woman who keeps on appearing in the ruined church of the town. And I called out for her, she can’t hear me. She is just standing straight in the edge, nothing bothers her like a mannequin, mute, blind and lifeless. But I’m still hoping she can help me. So I reached my hand out for her, stepping more stairs higher to touch her dark heavy robe. In my surprise, the stairs have not multiplied but instead making my way up to the human figure like an escalator. I could feel the rough texture of her robe, anxious to give an attention I pulled the robe out of her. And revealing the simplest horror I have ever seen. A face of a human, pale like paper as the only light figure in space I am standing. With pitch black eyes, it is as if a hole deep into nothingness. And an open mouth which in a sudden small flesh eating beetles coming out of her mouth eating her mouth out until it reaches her nose until the eyes were eaten too. Until she vanish, cold and static killed by the beetles to death.

Shocked eyes and open mouth painted my face accompanied by a repulsive scream. And I can’t feel nothing, just the blowing wind from my back, because I’m falling into a space and a thud of my whole body snaps the whole event into a silent darkness.

Then in a sudden it feels like I’m hovering and room full of light and crowd of people welcomed my eyes. I went closer into a space which I could see a box, a box elaborately decorated my gold and silver linings and flowers around it and I finally realize it a coffin. Closer and closer I could see my face beneath the clear glass. Now, I’m dead, cold and lifeless. And I could see my mother sobbing in pain, crying for grief and comforted by my father. “I saw him just at the bottom of the stairs, flooded with blood. Our son is dead!” then he cried out again. And as I turn my head back, there I could see the same figure I saw in the edge of the stairs whispering into my ears “Let’s go home because you are already mine, MY LOVE”.

"Oh I would never dream of assuming I know all Hogwarts' secrets..."

Albus Dumbledore-

OJT: Difficult Yet Challenging

On-The-Job-Training really do provide such an experience whom you can consider to be one of your unforgettable episode in life. Neither apprehension nor fear is distinguishably unfelt by me to face the real world waiting for me. It is more than a job, it is a method of learning on how are you going to deal with the real people in the business or how are you going to cope with the pressure of your superiors. I can say that during the OJT of a student can be a very challenging one, because some of them may come to think that they should continue working rather than to come back to school and face the more horrifying truth of education because such reason that they enjoy the work.

I have come to realize that it is really not just that easy to work in the business world. You have to come up with a deadline, queues of request after request, traveling out of towns, attending seminars, organize corporate meetings, meeting with the managers, solving problems, conventions of idea from branches, printing reports and organizing your personality so that other employees will like you and a lot more of professional activities I am very much excited to be experience by my own. Sometime fear visits my imagination, how about if this eagerness of mine still lingers in my head because I haven’t meet of what’s really the reality, how about if I am going to have it on my own palm, would I still have the same eagerness I have before? Or I will tame my self to be lazy? Oh my God! Just can’t imagine if this will going to happen with me.

As a student with wide dreams, the only fear I have is what if I could never be the way I wanted to be? That’s the most horrifying moment of my life. But I will continue the way I live and the way I work things out my by self. Being an IT professional is a difficult profession, it is like you’re always discovering new things, feeding yourself with the most recent knowledge for you to abide in the present situation. Difficult yet challenging. But if I find it difficult rather than challenging I am ready to trigger out my other bullets of talent out of my hand to craft works of pen and imagination. But my OJT shows me what is life awaits an IT professional and I find it quite disturbing in my own fashion.

Still holding my grasp tight, I will not let go of what I believe.

People believing in their dreams, lived with their dreams.

I Have Just Thought

I have always thought that what I am always thinking cannot find its way to negativity. Because I have always thought that my thoughts are the perfect thoughts I have ever thought and no thoughts could ever surpass my own thoughts. But the way I thought keep people on thinking whether I am still thinking that I have hurt someone’s feeling because of my selfish thoughts. But I have realized that the way I think is not good at all. I have thought again, the thought I’m keep on thinking is really the reflection of who I am, I am my thoughts and that make a big sense that I should keep on using the way I thought. But then again selfish thought it is. It is better that I should stop or just minimize the way I thought so that people will stop thinking that I am a human with a thoughts that keep on bothering other’s thoughts.

I have thought again, yes I should start changing the way I think so that I could think another thoughts that very much valuable than the thought I have thought to be the greatest thought.

I have learned that thoughts are just thoughts.

But if thoughts are being learned, you start living the thought and then you become the thought you think.

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.