[ Volume I: "HOGWARTS WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY YR. 1" ]
[ Chapter II (2): "PROFESSOR ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE" ]
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[ JULY 5, 1937 ] [ LONDON, LANE ORPHANAGE ]
[ "I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore ma'am." ] The young cleanly shaven man, appearing to look like his only in his 30s said in reply to the curious woman in front of him, [ "But, if you prefer you can call me Albus." ]
[ "Okay, Albus." ] The Matron nods her head, her face still piqued with curiosity. [ "And you say you're looking for..." ] Having forgotten who he came for, Albus reminded her, [ "Mr. Harp, yes." ]
[ "Oh-oh! Felix. Yes, yes, you are the one who's about to adopt him?" ] Her jolly-sweet tone continued on, assuming things and taking them as fact. Her brown-eyes hidden under her glasses watching carefully the action of the man in front of her. [ "Don't worry I'll grab him and be here shortly for the interview." ]
[ "Adopt-?!" ] The said man who almost drowned drinking tea, in hearing what she said. [ "No-no ma'am, I'm from Hogwarts School of-" ] Albus was about to continue, but stopped midway and changed course of words in realizing the full name of the school he works in.
[ "of--- a boarding school, and I came here to deliver the boy's letter and introduce him to our school." ] In mid-sentence, he tried to quickly pull the Acceptance Letter out of his brown bag, in a speed-never seen before — quickly wanting to get out of the assumed predicament he found himself in
Thankfully finding the said letter in record breaking time, [ "Here." ] as he then hands the woman the said letter; one fully detailed with the address of the boy.
She looks at the yellowed-colored envelope around her hand and scanned it, a prestigious school? She thought, but in looking around inside her memories, she quickly realized that she doesn't know of the school called Hogwarts, or any school called Hogwarts. Or even know of the word Hogwarts all throughout her 53-year long life.
[ "Hogwarts? Never heard of it." ] She said absentmindedly, in realizing what she did she put a hand in her mouth. [ "I-it's alright, we aren't that well-known ma'am." ] Albus in response merely nodded at her, pulling out a well-carved stick out of his pockets under the confused gaze of the Matron.
[ "We are, after all a school for Magic." ] Under the Matron's confusion Albus tapped her cup of tea, the empty cup being filled to the brim with the same green tea flavor which she was sipping merely earlier. This action left no room for her to protest against his claims which sounded hilarious to her mere seconds ago.
[ "What the hel-?" ] The Matron's hand shakes in awe, her eyes landing on the reflection of her which the tea produces. She twirls around the cup in admiration, and felt the heavyness of the said liquid. [ "H-how is this possible?" ]
The Matron questioned which the seasoned Professor answered with practical ease. Is he a Wizard? Magic exist? Merlin exist? There's a school for Magic? Practical questions that a normal No-Maj would ask in being exposed to Magic for the first time was asked that day.
Thousands of such questions consumed a decent amount of the Professor's time, but albeit to expectations he didn't grew impatient, or angry, or anxious from all the questions being thrown.
He instead glided through all of them, answering in great detail; and before either of them could notice it, she ran out of questions. [ "I-I can't believe this. A-a world of Magic truly exist, a-and not just from fairy tales..." ]
She continues on to mutter under her breath, her eyes shining bright as she looks at the man in front of her in new light. [ "Please, wait right here. I'll be back." ] Utterly convinced, the Matron stood up, and left her office about to search for the guest of the hour — Felix Harp.
All while Albus Dumbledore, the Transfiguration Professor of Hogwarts waits patiently by the comfortable chair inside the office of the Matron... Patien- not so patiently indeed as he stands up, looking around the antique filled room — specifically interested in the drawer filled with teacups and prized plates.
[ "Fascinating..." ] For Albus who lived for a very long time, inside and outside of the Wizardry World. He still couldn't help himself from showing interest in anything new, or unique comes up. In this case, teacups.
[ "Oh that's a nice design." ] [ "That, not so much." ] [ "Lavender, it looks beautiful." ] He points and looks at each antique, admiring the said objects hidden behind the wall of glasses. His blue-eyes slightly visible to the reflection, his appearance seemingly similar to a child who just found a new plaything, but also sad because he couldn't play with it, only watch.
[ "Perhaps, I am getting old." ] He looks at his reflection, smiling at himself as to not look old. Which seems to work slightly, [ "Perfect." ] He kept making different faces as to entertain himself on the glasses, his youthful energy coming back slightly as the easy-going Professor waits for the Matron to come back.
And before he could even say merlin's beard, someone outside could be heard making noise — yelling, this one belonging to that of a child, high pitched, but not by that much. Albus could slightly hear what the said young boy is saying, albeit cut off, and low for his hearing, slowly and slowly the voice became louder, until finally the door of the office opens with a slight thud.
The Matron's strict face could be seen opening the door, right beside her is a boy. 11-years old, fluffy cheeks, taller than average, and a messy appearance that screams — lazy. But none of those caught the attention of the renowned Transfig. Professor, no, what caught him off-guard is the eyes of the boy. Blue, the same as him.
In a split second in seeing those eyes, Albus felt a familiarity with the boy albeit for a slight second. The smile which he was about to present to the boy, and to the Matron not coming fully to his lips. Too shocked about the feature which the boy shares with him.
In noticing Albus's appearance, the boy became alerted, Felix became alerted as a smug grin quickly adorned his lips. Opening it quickly, with the words coming out catching the Transfig. Professor, and the strict Matron off guard. [ "And who the hell are you?" ]
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[ Fun Fact (Pottermore-Lore): "Albus Dumbledore, the old-man in the 7 Harry Potter Books is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, after he died he was replaced by Severus Snape — the previous Potions Professor, and Head of House for Slytherin — after he died, Minerva McGonagall the former Transfiguration Professor, and Head of House for Gryffindor replaced him. But in 1935 Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (full name), is still just a Transfiguration Professor with years of experience." ]
[ WRITTEN: 01/01/2025 ]
[ POSTED: 01/02/2025 ]