He blinked his eyes open to see Madam Pomfrey already crossing away from the fireplace towards the group of students spread across three beds. One bed held the little Gryffindor first-year, Dumbledore felt himself start to panic. Quickly he hid his reaction behind worry and concern. It was Colin Creevey in the bed, if it wasn’t for the glowing orb by his chest showing his life force he would’ve believed the boy to be dead. The very boy who had had the blasted diary Horcrux was now fighting for his life. Of course, he had known who had opened the Chamber, who had been behind the attacks. He had been dropping hints to Lily and Henry, hoping to use this to test Henry’s powers. Unfortunately, the boy hadn’t fallen in line. The stupid whelp barely even cared his friend Mr Thomas was in the hospital wing. He had been trying to figure out a way for himself to be the hero when the bloody Governors showed up. Everything was ruined.