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Boggart bullies. Poltergeist punks. Thestral thugs. Dig that Hogwarts vibe.
Potter foresaw it was going down.
The
howler came that morning. It howled that his presence was required in
the Room of Requirement. Potter knew things were gonna go baaaad. He
knew this was a mess even the Sorting Hat couldn't sort out.
Later, Potter stood in the Room of Requirement and saw he was right. It was happening just like his scar sensed it would.
"Trelawney would be proud," he said to himself. He would have dug it
if it weren't so baaaad.
Cho in trouble. Dumbledore in trouble. Right here, right now.
Potter was only packing a wand. Granger had taken the time turner.
Granger was gone.
The wand was out. Potter thought, "Where to point?"
Voldemort held Cho. He backed toward the fireplace. Voldemort flashed his floo powder. He grinned a nasty grin.
"Choose, Potter," Voldemort said.
Potter looked at Dumbledore.
The Ministry sent the dementors for him. The Death Eaters sent the
Malfoys. The Muggles sent the Dursleys.
The Order of the Phoenix didn't send anybody. Dumbledore had Potter. Or nothing.
Potter looked at Cho.
Cho
looked back. Her eyes said, "Dumbledore." But whenever Cho's eyes said
anything, the knots in Potter's heart and gut said, "Cho."
Potter chose. Potter chose Cho. When the floo powder flashed, Potter followed.
The dementors moved. The Malfoys moved. The Dursleys moved sloooowly.
Dumbledore's patronus stopped the dementors. His expelliarmus stopped Malfoy.
But
his engorgio on Dudley "Duddydums" Dursley just made a big problem
reeeaally big. Duddydums got huge. Duddydums got humongous. Duddydums
rumbled on, and Dumbledore had nothing left.
That wisest of warlocks, that most charming of charmers spent his last spell. Dumbledore was done.
