INT. DUMBLEDORES OFFICE - NIGHT
Dumbledore sits alone at his desk, the deep lines of his face illuminated by the shimmering pensieve. Two objects of note are before him. One is a black-stoned ring. The other is Tom Riddles diary.
He briefly balances the ring upon the tip of an ashen finger, then turns a page of the battered diary. His face is troubled. A knock. He takes the ring and diary, slips them inside a drawer. The door swings open, reveals Athena.
Dumbledore: Good evening, Athena. You got my message, I see. Come, come. Sit
Athena steps forward, eyes the pensieve curiously. Sits.
Dumbledore: So. How are you?
Athena: Fine, sir
Dumbledore: Enjoying your classes? Professor Slughorn, for one, is most impressed with you
Athena: I think he overestimates my abilities, sir
Dumbledore: Do you?
Athena: Definitely
Dumbledore smiles affectionately, nods.
Dumbledore: And what if your activities outside the classroom? Do they bring you satisfaction?
"What is this old fuck playing at?" James narrowed his eyes.
Athena: Sir?
Dumbledore: I notice you spend a great deal of time with Mr Weasley, Mr Nott and Mr Zabini. I understand Fred Weasley isn't here. One can't help but wonder if ––
Athena: No! They are just friends. Good friends. I'm still with Fred..we OWL daily
Dumbledore: Forgive me, Athena, I...
Dumbledore smiles faintly, shakes his head.
Dumbledore:....I was merely curious [Rising] In any event, I'm sure you're wondering why I've summoned you here tonight. The answer lies here
Dumbledore swings open a cabinet where dozens upon dozens of glittering vials stand like tiny glimmering soldiers.
Dumbledore: What you see before you are memories. In this case pertaining to one individual: Voldemort. Or as he was known then...Tom Riddle
Everyone shares looks.
Dumbledore reaches down with his damaged hand and removes a stoppered vial, dusty and veined with age.
Dumbledores: This vial contains a most particular memory –– of the day I first met him. Id like you to see it. If you would...
Dumbledore extends his ashen hand and Athena rises, gingerly takes the vial and removes the cork. She tips the contents into the pensieve. Dumbledore nods and Athena leans into the iridescent liquid, her face breaking the surface...
FLASHBACK - EXT. STREET (LONDON) - DAY (YEARS PAST)
A horse-drawn milk cart rattles across a rain-swept London street and a young Dumbledore appears in a plum velvet suit. We track him down the street (and see him eye a lovely lass appreciatively) until he reaches a grim building surrounded by iron gates. As Dumbledore passes through, camera rises:
W O O L' S O R P H A N A G E
"Voldemort grew up in an orphanage?"
The image shudders and we –– cut to:
INT. ORPHANAGE - CORRIDOR - DAY
A skinny, sharp-featured woman, Mrs Cole, leads Dumbledore down a drab corridor. Children's voices carry from an unseen courtyard, splashing and shrieking, in the midst of some game.
Mrs Cole: I must confess to a bit of confusion upon receiving you letter, Mr Dumbledore. In all the years Tom's been here, he's never one had a family visitor. Frankly, I was stunned to find that someone knew of his existence
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Athena Potter 🎞
FanfictionIn which the marauders generation watch Athena Potters life and see the dangers of which awaits them. Where friends becomes enemies and enemies become allies. What happens when they realise they've been lied too? Will they be able to prevent the dan...
