The Horcrux
from The late Mr. Potter chapter 9
He recognized the streets from somewhere. Snow rested on the asphalt and sidewalks. Harryās feet left deep prints behind. Every time he took a step, his foot sank deeper in the snow. So Harry walked, trying to outrun the snow rising.
Diagon Alley.
He stopped in front of Ollivander.
The shops were closed, the village was silent.
His reflection stared back at him.
He turned around at the sight of a body that wasnāt his.
āProfessor?ā Professor Dumbledore had been standing behind him, his hair and beard grey, he looked exactly the same as last time he saw him.
His lips were thin shut, his eyes stringing looked at him with calculation. āWhat, Harry?ā
āWhy are you here?ā the manās image was washed out, like Harry was staring at a mirroring image in the water. Dumbledore looked like a ghost stuck between two worlds, but Harry didnāt believe that could be possible: he was starting to think that everything heād seen, and not seen, in what felt like 14 years of his life, was just a fragment of his imagination. āWhy you?ā
