Selcouth
(Adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvellous
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Y/n Thompson, a strange girl, she was definitely out of the ordinary. Having to live with her aunt that hated her and knowing that her lif...
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Y/n tried to scream but she couldn't, maybe it was because of all that fear Y/n felt or maybe it was because she was just shaken. No matter what it was, Y/n would never be able to forget those eyes.
Suddenly Y/n felt something shake her, she opened her eyes slowly and looked around "am I dead?" Y/n asked to the person that stood in front of her.
He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard which reached down to his stomach. He was wearing long robes, a baby blue coloured coat that swept to the ground. Y/n looked up at his eyes, they were blue, light, bright, and sparkling. He looked like a very wise man, his hands gently crossed over his stomach.
"you are at the entrance to heaven but you aren't dead, my name is Albus Dumbledore, former headmaster of Hogwarts," Albus said and smiled gently at me.
"I have a friend named Albus, do you know him?" Y/n exclaimed
The man chuckled at me "I knew his father very well, I was his headmaster when he went here"
Y/n looked around, it was like we were walking on a big cloud that never ended. "Why am I here if I'm not dead?" Y/n asked, looking questioningly up at Dumbledore.
"I have an important message to you from your parents" he paused long enough for me to ask "you know my parents, what's their names, were they nice?" Y/n rambled on with all of the questions she had.
"Yes, they were very nice. When the time is right you will have all of your questions answered, but it's not safe yet. Your parents wanted me to tell you that: many things will happen to you during your years at Hogwarts, things you won't understand, good and bad things. But as the time is right you will learn what is important in life" Dumbledore explained to Y/n in his very old but wise voice.
Y/n stepped back and stared at him with wide eyes while raising her eyebrows.
"Can I ask you something?" Y/n asked, looking a bit unsure at him, he nodded. "When the voices in my head tell me to do it, should I listen or make my own choice?"
"It's always good to listen to the voice as long as you know that one day if he tells you to do something you can manage to do otherwise," Dumbledore said while he kept steady eye contact with Y/n.
Y/n noticed that the way he spoke was with passion and gentleness. His soft gaze and his gentle posture. He led me to a big golden gate, taller than himself and he was very tall. "This is the gate back home," he said and pointed to the golden gate that slowly was opening.
"It's is pretty in heaven?" Y/n asked, gazing with awe at the gate she was supposed to go inside in.
"Yes it's wonderful, you should go home now, the gate closes soon," Dumbledore told Y/n, the girl who looked just like her mother and acted just like her father. Mischievous.
