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Post by Albus. P.W.B. Dumbledore on Aug 6, 2012 16:40:57 GMT -5
Albus Dumbledore strode quickly and with purpose toward his office. Although dinner had finished a couple of hours ago, he had spent a while wondering the castle, and, as had happened on many occasions, he had ended up in the Astronomy Tower, where he had spent the remainder of the evening deep in thought. He was, for lack of a better word, worried about Neville. The boy had grown up well, and loved well enough, but still, to grow up without his parents. He himself couldn’t relate entirely, he had only grown up without his father, but by age 18, he was the head of his family. Parentless, with only a brother and a sister.
He gave the password to the gargoyle, and headed up the stairs, and into his office. Fawkes was asleep on his perch, his golden head curled beneath his scarlet wing, snoozing silently. He walked slowly over to him, and gently stroked his head. He woke and pushed his head into his hand. Fawkes was more than a pet, he was his familiar, his animal companion, and his defender. Albus could still remember when he had gained Fawkes’ loyalty. During the first wizarding war, whilst on his travels, to find out more about Tom Riddle, he had come across a newly born Fawkes who was being attacked. Through quick thinking, Dumbledore had managed to drive off the attackers, and by doing so, had forever gained the trust and loyalty of the Phoenix. And throughout the war, Fawkes had continually repaid the debt.
He was brought back to reality by a knock at his door. He tried to think who would be visiting him at this hour, and then remembered that he had invited Neville to come and see him at 9pm. He hadn’t revealed much in his letter, but had instructed him to come to his office so that they could talk. Over the years, he had revealed a small bit about the true reason why Lord Voldemort had attacked him, but he was still to reveal everything. He wasn’t going to tonight either. No. Tonight he wanted to talk to him about the attacks. He swiftly moved to his desk, and lit a couple candles with a wave of his hand, before saying, “Enter”
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Post by Albus. P.W.B. Dumbledore on Sept 28, 2012 13:40:27 GMT -5
Throughout the feast, Dumbledore had kept a close eye on Neville. He hadn’t really touched his food, and his eyes seemed slightly out of focus. At a first glance, he was just having trouble focusing, but Albus knew better. There was something bothering the boy. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. He might have been clever, but he wasn’t a psychic. No. He would just have to ask the boy what was bothering him later.
After dinner. whilst he was in his office, making a fuss of Fawkes as per usual, and enjoying some Liquorice Snap, he thought back to the first time he had met Tom Riddle as a young boy at the orphanage. He hadn’t known back then what he would grow into as he grew older, but now... He just didn’t know. Somewhere along the line, something had gone wrong in the poor boys life, and now this had happened. A family had been torn apart, and the child left an orphan. Of course, many others had been killed and made orphans as well, but, few of them are remembered, compared to the boy who lived. As sad as it was, it was of course the truth. Albus hated it, but such was human nature.
And of course, he could clearly remember when he had first saw Neville after the downfall of Lord Voldemort. The house laid in ruins, the broken body of Frank laid in the hallway, his last moments spent trying to protect his wife and child. Alas, Voldemort hadn’t even given him a chance. He was just another useless pawn in his way. To be cast aside like the rest of them. And then, came the body of Alice. In front of her son, desperately trying to shield him. The research Albus had undertaken had revealed that Tom had given her the chance to step aside, but she refused. And thus, another life ended before its time.
And then, came boy. Crying, as his mother wouldn’t wake. And as Albus approached the crib, he began to cry even harder. His parents dead, his house destroyed, and a stranger approaching him. It was a miracle that none of the neighbours came to investigate. After a while, Albus managed to calm the boy down, although he couldn’t quite get him to stop crying. He then sent Augusta a quick Patronus message saying that he would be with her shortly, and would be bringing Neville with him. He had already spoken to her earlier in the day, and she had agreed to take the child in. So, message sent, Albus used his broom to get to Augusta’s as quickly as possible. Under normal circumstances, he would have apparated, but with a baby, he decided against it.
Upon arriving at her house, she promptly came outside, and the child was transferred to her hands. After a quick discussion about Albus visiting every so often to check up on the child, he departed.
He was brought back to reality by Fawkes’ crowing. He stepped out from his desk, and began to stroke the bird. His mind occupied by him. When Neville arrived, he was noticeably nervous. Hand wringing behind his back. “Neville, please do not stand. I am not as young as I once was, and sitting is much more comfortable. Please, join me.” he said, waving to the chair in front of him. “Would you care for a Liquorice Snap?” he asked, gesturing to the bowl on the side of his desk.
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Post by Lakin! on Oct 2, 2012 21:52:59 GMT -5
- Closed -
- This thread has been closed because we no longer have a Neville. Sorry for the inconvenience. - |
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