The life of a Dumbledore
  • LECTURES 414
  • Votes 85
  • Parties 15
  • Durée 54m
  • LECTURES 414
  • Votes 85
  • Parties 15
  • Durée 54m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement févr. 18, 2021
This story is about Harry Potter and his friends through out their 7 years of Hogwarts but this time they have Dumbledore's Hufflepuff Grandson. Their is Laughs, Suspense, Romance for the people who like that kind of stuff, and most importantly Action. 
P.S I own nothing except for Everett Dumbledore and some things in the story and some made up future characters everything else belongs to J.K Rowling.
Enjoy :)
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