beasts & monsters [on hold]

- Prologue -

"I DONT BELONG ANYWHERE!! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU AT LEAST HAVE YOUR HOUSE, YOUR JOB... STOP TRYING TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! YOU DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH SO STOP PITYING ME YOU- ", the boy stops, breathing heavily as he stares at the man who could have ended his misery but didn't.

The one that left him to rot in that damned place.

"You don't know how it feels to lose the only person that ever cared and see them die before you...", he mutters as he clutches the bracelet hanging around his wrist. The smile of his professor coming to mind.

The only one that had tried to understand him...

Tears fell as he stared at the man before him in pure loathing and the darkest of hate swirling in his gaze.

As the man steps forward, a wand is pressed against his throat.

"Don't you fucking dare to try and talk to me about this. It's your fault he died. You could have saved him. But you only wanted to save your lover." The boy spit out.

You could hear the pain and rage in the boys' voice as he points his wand at the older man standing before him, a short flash of guilt and fear flashing through the wizard's crystal blue eyes.

"I didn't- ""Oh don't give me that BULLSHIT. We both know that you could have changed the outcome. And if you don't, I will.", with that the young man snatches the time turner and before anyone can even do anything, spins it.

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A choked-out shout left the brown-haired boy as he woke up with a start.

It's always the same nightmare. Can't it go back to the night terrors of the orphanage?

Slowly he threw the blanket off himself and reminded himself on why he went back in time, why he went back to that wretched orphanage...

But rather here than that empty home...

The door was slammed open, revealing a stout elder woman, her hand holding a belt as she started shouting at the young boy. Ignoring how he flinches with how she gestures with the belt at him and demands that he finally gets ready for school.

Right... today he would finally return to Hogwarts. His home... or what he once thought to call his home.

How could he call that place his home back then? When there was so much evil and deceit going on. Back then he had let himself get blinded but not again. This time he will get his revenge and make that damned murderer pay for taking the only person from him that every cared about the brown-eyed boy.

Sighing, the young boy finally looks at his reflection, seeing the younger 14-year-old version of himself, Wilbur Dumbledore.

The boy destined to lose everything he ever cared for.

Or is he?
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