#braverytaught

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It hurts but it doesn’t. He feels the pain, but dully, like he’s not entirely there in his body. Then again, the nerves in his body were slowly deteriorating so that could have something to do with it.

How cruel life could be. For a man so dedicated to his hobby, knowing anything and everything about the plants in his garden, it was quite an ironic way to go. He took every measure to protect himself and ti wasn’t enough. Done in by a hole in his glove so tiny that the chance of the Tentactula biting down and sinking its fangs in was just as small. But it happened, and now he is prone in the backyard with venom coursing through his veins, staring up at the sky.

             being formally labeled a fugitive had little overall impact on albus’s life --- if anything it was a blessing in disguise for the war against voldemort, for now he had unlimited time to investigate all he needed to. yet in the back of his mind there was an incessant worry for hogwarts, and the state he left the school in. he had full faith in the dedication and honor of his staff, yet even the most dedicated and honorable can crumble under constant attack --- as evidenced by this needed visit to st. mungo’s.

was it risky of him? perhaps, but it never occurred to him to do otherwise. under a disillusionment charm, albus walks at a brisk pace down the corridors of the hospital until he reaches minerva’s room. taking the charm off himself with an easy wave of his hand, he enters her room.

“ five stunners to the chest,” he reads off her chart at the end of her bed, before glancing back up at her. “  all things considered, i would say you are recovering remarkably well. ”  smiling kindly, tinted with concern, he rests a hand over her own.

th a n k you for saying that a gryffindor's strong morals are their defining trait i'm so tIRED of "everyone brave is a gryffindor!!" nO THE BRAVERY ISN'T THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IT'S THE WAY THEY SEE THE WORLD THROUGH THE LENS OF THEIR OWN IDEALS

    “ you can’t be serious.  your students cause a more  CONSIDERABLE  amount of school vandalization compared to mine.  must i remind you of the weasley twins and their charming pranks ? ”

                 Dumbledore was   not   the best at introductions. James remembers being eleven & thinking about what an   accomplished   speaker the old wizard was, but as James makes his way to the front tables via the back kitchen doors he can’t help but be a bit disappointed.                             “ accomplished auror ? “ was he really just his job description ? Sure, he was a bloody   BRILLIANT   auror, but you would think seven years of  RUNNING  this place would get you a little more esteem at a comeback.               Whatever, he won’t brood ( he will, later) and instead chooses to lean against the doorframe in the back & find his son. He’s not hard to miss what with his father’s free-flying hair, and when their eyes meet James sends him a quick wink. He remembers how he felt... getting that owl about the   chamber of secrets. Or  Peter’s  return, or ‘I shall not tell lies’ broadcast-ed on the back of his son’s hand. He remembers feeling estranged from the one person James was   ALIVE   to protect--- & from that came the innate urge to take a certain job opening.                 Now was his moment... & merlin did he   LOVE   making a scene.                      ‘ I am proud to announce our newest   defense against the dark arts   professor... Mr. James Potter. ‘                   & the crowd goes wild. Well, at least Gryffindor, & a significant amount of Hufflepuffs & Ravenclaws. He gives a celebrity wave to his adoring fans & struts up to the Professor’s table, where a very conveniently placed free chair next to one Minnie McGonagall resides.                             ‘ Professor. ‘ He nods, suppressing a small smirk at the irony of it all. 

          “— the crows are gettin’ at the halloween pumpkins            again, an’ I haven’, er, well. would yeh be able to            put up some protective spells?”