"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense – for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Dumbledore said.
Professor McGonagall tried not to flinch but still slightly flinched, Dumbledore who seemed to be trying to eat 4 Sherbet Lemons in his mouth did not seem to notice(if he did, he certainly did not care)'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.' he said.
"I know you don't, doesn't mean others do" replied McGonagall half annoyed by the man in front of her. She threw another sharp look (read glare) at dumbledore and said "The owls are nothing to the rumors that are flying around. Do you know what everyone's saying? Why he disappeared? About what finally stopped him? It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the real reason she had been waiting on a wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that she was not going to believe it until she saw it herself or heard it from a very trusted person.
Dumbledore however was once again eating the damned Sherbet Lemons and did not answer(seems like he cares more about sherbet lemons than he does about the wizarding world)
What they're saying,' McGonagall pressed on,' is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are – are – that they're – dead.' Dumbledore bowed his head and with his grandfatherly tone and a twinkle in his eyes said "Unfortunately, Minerva the rumors are true". Minerva knew that the rumors were true as she had personally visited the Potter Manor before she visited the Dursleys, The Potter Family tapestry showed the death of the Potters other than Lyra.
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(Imagine the Tapestry to be like this but for the potter family)
" He tried to kill the Potters' daughter, Lyra. But– he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little girl. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Lyra Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke – and that's why he's gone.' " Dumbledore said with his grandfatherly tone and the twinkle in his eyes gleaming brighter than ever.
"It's – it's true?" faltered Minerva. 'After all, he's done ... all the people he's killed ... he couldn't kill a child? It's just astounding ... of all the things to stop him ... but how in the name of heaven did Lyra survive?' asked Minerva asked befuddled that a mere child could stop THE dark lord.
"We can only guess, we may never know" replied Dumbledore, even though he knew exactly how The dark lord died. Minerva knew that dumbledore was lying to her, it was a talent that she always had possessed, and right now she knew that Dumbledore was not to be trusted.
Playing along Minerva pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, 'Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?
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(The watch)
"Yes, it was him," said Minerva. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Lyra to her aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean – you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'It's the best place for her,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'Her aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to her when she's older. I've written them a letter.'
"A letter" repeated Minerva faintly moving backward in shock."Dumbledore, do you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand her! She'll be famous – a legend – I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Lyra Potter Day in the future – there will be books written about Lyra – every child in our world will know her name!'
"Exactly, " said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn anyone's head. Famous before she can walk and talk! Famous for something she won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off she'll be, growing up away from all that until she's ready to take it?"
Minerva opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, 'Yes – yes, you're right, of course. But how is the girl getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Lyra underneath it.' Hagrid's bringing her.''You think it – wise – to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?''I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.'I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly,' but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to what was that?"
*MOST of the dialogues are from philosophers stone as the author is a couch potato who could not think of a conversation between McGonagall and Dumbledore.*
