The Cursed Saviour

Dumbledore at my door

The man was odd, and old.

Lucy couldn't say however whether the man was odder than he was old or older than he was odd. Either way she liked him, not for the amazingly long beard tucked into his odd flowing attire, and not for the half-moon spectacles circling his sparkling eyes, but for the crook and bend in his nose. A crook and bend similar to her own father's misshapen nose.

The man spoke, his voice deep and calming like Lucy's fathers was, "May I enter child?" Lucy nodded and moved aside for the odd and old man to enter their small suburban house. The man glided in heading for the living room at the back of the house as if he had been there before, which he had, only once before 3 years previous holding a dark haired, blue eyed baby girl cocooned in the crook of his arm, an odd scar on her left arm.

The girl and scar were both still there, the now four year old Lucy had many odd things happening around her, unexplainable things, and at the risk of history repeating itself Albus Dumbledore had come to explain just some of the unexplainable. He walked into the homely living room, the couches worn and well used the walls lined with overflowing book shelves and a small box TV nestled in the corner. A salt and pepper haired lean male sat upon one of the two brown worn couches and enthusiastically intoned his greeting to the slightly familiar Dumbledore.

"Ah the man who gave us our wonderful daughter, Dumbledore wasn't it, please take a seat. Lucy this is the man who brought you to us as but a wee babe" the cheerful small man motioned to the odd old man now seated across from him nestled between the depleted cushioning of the aged sofa he sat on, as the young Lucy clambered onto the sofa next to him and snuggled into her adopted fathers side.

"Good to see you and young Lucy again Evan, I believe you may be aware of my visit this time, in regards to what I last told you when I first brought Lucy as but a 1 yr. old to you and your wife."

"Of course, of course, and you were quite right to revisit as she has indeed shown a peculiar aptitude to which that is strange and magical" The sparkle in the man's eyes couldn't hide the childish wonder he felt towards the ability of his young daughter, and the events that had happened since that momentous night 3 years previous, when the same man seated before them had brought him and his wife a one year old girl with dark curly hair and bright blue eyes, an odd scar on her left arm, to this day he had no idea how they knew he and his wife had been trying to adopt for a long time after an even longer time of trying to conceive a child of their own, the only thing Evan and Irene Zinch had wanted to be for the past 20 years was parents. Evan knew though that it had to do with the glorious magic the man possessed not unlike the magic that Irene's family possessed. It was also that night that Evan learnt of his own wife's status within the magical world, a squib, those of magical heritage but of no magic of her own, her brother was also a squib.

Dumbledore had told them one other thing, that the child in his arms was also from that magical world, but had to be kept hidden and safe, and that one day she would most likely also show magical abilities, what Dumbledore or the Zinch's hadn't expected however was that she would show it so early and so powerfully.

Evan still remembered a week after receiving Lucy, coming home from the Imperial College London where he worked as a professor at, and walking into Lucy's room to find her hovering above her crib as she slept, since then it had been one amazing and wondrous ability after another, and since then Lucy had always slept hovering in the air.

"Yes I believe Lucy will grow into a most powerful witch, she has already shown natural magical abilities exceeding that which has been seen before at such an age, and for this reason I would like to propose that I visit perhaps once a month if that would be fitting with your wife and yourself to come teach her control, as though you have seen the wondrous side of magic it can also soon be used in a dangerous sense when one has little control or understanding over it, would you be willing for this to happen?"

"Oh of course how delightful!" Evan Zinch exclaimed almost clapping at the man who would teach his beloved daughter more of the amazing abilities she possessed within her. It was undoubted that Evan was a muggle in love with anything magical. The fact that he was a scientist by profession only encumbered the man a great deal in his understanding of how it actually worked which undoubtedly only made it that much more glorious to the humble man.

"Fantastic, but perhaps ask Irene when she is home -"

-"oh not at all, Irene will be just as delighted"

"Right" murmured Dumbledore observing the little man nearly jumping around in joy, wondering how anyone could be just as delighted, though if Albus recalled correctly the wife was almost just as strange. "Well then if you're willing I would like to show yourself and Lucy a little brief detailing of the magical world, which I'm sure Irene won't be too affected to miss as I'm sure she knows the events herself". Dumbledore glanced to the little man and watched him nod eagerly.

With that said Lucy found herself staring into the transformed pale blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore watching the history of the wizarding world, an odd experience to be looking into a strange man's eye and seeing within the pupil and iris people and creatures, though Lucy reasoned you can't expect normalcy with an odd man, living with Evan Zinch as her father definitely taught her that.

One hour and the formation of the ministry of magic later, Albus Dumbledore, the odd, old man left leaving a sleepy 4 yr old and an amazed 42 yr old behind him. He only took one small detour on his way home to Hogwarts and that was by a larger house nestled between other identical houses on a small drive, a small boy with glasses askew and a small lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead slept quietly within.

Harry Potter didn't live to far at all from the daughter of his enemy at all, Dumbledore thought with a small shiver not entirely all to do with the crisp evening air.

Sorry short chapter, will try to make the next longer. Plz let me know what you think in the comments :) Alicia