Story One: The Creator (The Good Lives in All of Us)

- Harry Potter. Mumbled the old man quietly. - Harry Potter. Slightly louder, but the hum of conversation instantly died down. - HARRY POTTER! It was already a full-blown scream. The young boy, though no, quite a boy, turned around startled at Albus Dumbledore's loud exclamation. Thoughts (Harry Potter): "What? Why?" He stared at the Headmaster incomprehensibly. The Great Hall fell into an unnatural silence. It felt as if the sound had simply been turned off or time had been paused. All eyes turned to where the national hero sat. Thoughts (Harry Potter): "What's going on?" A second... five... ten. The students suddenly came to their senses and began whispering. Potter thought for a moment that he was in a room with a bunch of ruined televisions. The hum of half-whispers was very reminiscent of the white noise when the screen saver stopped working. His heart was pounding in his chest like a hunted bird and the only question in his mind was "Who?". - Harry Potter, come here! The Headmaster was getting impatient. Harry lifted his head from the open palms of his hands, looking for help, and looked around at the teachers, the students, and his friends. But in response, he was looked at with anger, and some with hatred, and poorly concealed envy mixed with contempt. Thoughts (Harry Potter): "This is a death sentence!" Looking only at the floor, Harry rose from the table where he had been smiling and cheering along with everyone else half a minute ago. And slowly moved towards the platform. The kid could barely keep the trembling in his knees down. Even when he fought the snake, he wasn't so scared. Or maybe he didn't remember the horror he had to endure in his second year, because he was constantly on the verge of death in that damn place. Thoughts (Harry Potter): "And this is the most protected school? Shameless lie!" Dumbledore suddenly grabbed him by the forearm and shoved him into the room where the other champions were hiding. The door slammed shut with a sickening sound, cutting off the way back. The boy was dizzy. To be continued...