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Though Dumbledore was, in his father's opinion, a worn out old fool, his questionable dedication to the student's safety was almost inspirational to Draco. On one of his late night adventures in his first year, Draco had come across an outstanding mirror. A mirror that had bewitched him. Turned his thoughts inside out. When he looked into it, he saw a girl with messy hair and a pile of books clenched close to her chest. Wearing robes slightly oversized and shoes that were slightly dusty from the floors of the library. With mystical brown eyes that shimmered in the moonlight.
For 2 more nights he returned, staying through the darkest hours, barely noticing the sun fly high over the horizon. It was on the third night that the mysterious man came to him, and told him something he was not likely to forget.
"Draco," he said, "it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."