"I have asked you here today, to remind you of your duties," Dumbledore spoke in a hushed and strained voice, his breath wheezing between words. He interlaced his fingers on top of his old desk, looking between her and Draco over his half-moon spectacles. She tried to gather what he didn't want to say in actual words. What his eyes were trying to tell her instead. But all she saw was old age. A man waiting. To say his last words.