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Dumbledore Means Different

Dumbledore Means Different

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Dumbledore means different. Well not actually, the correct definition of Dumbledore is bumblebee. But I'd always considered bumblebee's weird little things, they always appeared abnormal. Even the name sounded odd on the tongue, uncannily so like Dumbledore. So I suppose different works well enough. Taking into consideration the Dumbledore family tree, different was perfect. I was a Dumbledore, and I was definitely different. Not goat loving-different, nor was I divine, with an answer to everything, not even crazy. Okay that's a lie, I was a bit off my rocker, but I wasn't mentally unstable. I was just that increasingly smart, almost stupidly brave, silent, fuming Gryffindor who had absolutely no friends. And I was fine with this, completely fine. This continued until my 7th year, when my slightly peaceful life was totally corrupted by one train ride. I spent six years alone; one hour with the Marauders changed this all in an instance. If only I hadn't purposely pissed off that book smart werewolf.
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After the war, I told myself I was fine. I took over my aunt's coffee shop in Diagon Alley, and tried to settle into something soft and quiet. I had Quill, my gentle little dog. I had a routine. And I had the leftover echo of someone I used to love, Theodore Nott, a relationship full of silence, small compromises, and things I stopped doing without ever noticing why. Then Harry Potter began showing up. He doesn't come as a hero. He comes as someone tired, someone who carries too much, someone who looks at me like I'm easy to breathe around. And somehow, he becomes the thing I look for. The thing I miss. But dark magic is stirring again, people who still believe in old wars and old masters. When they come for Harry, they come for anyone close to him. He thinks stepping back will keep me safe. But I've already learned what it feels like to disappear in my own life. I'm not willing to lose something real again.

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