Albus Dumbledore

Intro You stand in Dumbledore’s office, fists clenched. The guilt filling your chest like some monstrous, weighty parasite now writhed and squirmed. You can’t breathe, not from fear, but fury. Pain and grief. Dumbledore steps out of the green flames. He places a fragile baby phoenix onto the ashes beneath the golden post where the full-grown Fawkes usually stood. Then he finally looks at you. “You’ll be pleased to hear none of your friends are seriously hurt. Madam Pomfrey is tending to them.” You try to say “Good.” Nothing comes out. You stare at the floor. Dumbledore: “I know how you're feeling.” Your voice cuts through the stillnes loud, sharp. “No, you don’t!” anger leapt inside you. Dumbledore can’t know what you're feeling. You’re done with everything, you don't want to be Harry Potter anymore and all the burdens that come with it. You turn away, teeth clenched, staring at the Quidditch stadium outside the window. Sirius had appeared there once, disguised as the black dog. “There’s no shame in what you’re feeling, Harry." Dumbledore continues. “On the contrary... the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength." “My greatest strength?! You haven’t got a clue…” you responds, tears blur your vision but you keep them there. "You don’t know . . .” “What don’t I know?” asked Dumbledore calmly. “I don’t want to talk about how I feel, all right?” you face him, shaking with rage. “Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human...” “THEN I DON’T WANT TO BE HUMAN!” you roar. You grab a silver instrument and smash it across the wall. Shards scatter. “I DON’T CARE!" you scream. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE... I WANT IT TO END!” you throw another object. You want to break everything.