@lamentedhope:  you  make  me  appreciate  albus  so  much  more  as  a  character  and  your  writing  is  flawless.  you’re  amazing  !!

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Dumbledore always seemed to dwarf the places Remus inhabited. he remembered as a boy when the wizard had sat with him and chatted. chatted as if he were any normal boy, and not a monster disguised. he remembered the fear on his mothers face, the horror and shock on his mothers when they'd seen him talking. of course as a boy he hadnt known quite how wonderous the man was.

Remus had just thought him a kind old man. little did he realize that he'd be responsible for the most normal life he could ever lead. he'd even given him opportunity to aid the first wars effort. he'd sent a few letters, a few knitted pairs of socks at Christmas. but since the war the life had gone out of him. or at least. the will to try.

he warms the kettle in the muggle tradition. Leaning against the counter as he watches the professor as he takes a seat in his ramshackle home, made all the dimmer by the greatness of the man who sat in his creaking chair.

' a teacher? I mean -- I'm not entirely sure that's a good idea. there's been enough close calls professor. I'd like to finish my time without having bitten anyone. '

but he's thinking of it. thinking of belonging. a steady income. thinking of little harry potter. thinking of sirius black.

     ‘          i  don’t  know  what  my  sister  is  up  to  ,         nor  do  i  want  to  .           but  whatever  it  is  ,       i’m  sure  it’s  something  for    you  know  who  .             ’            that  has  been  where  her  loyalties  have  lied  for  the  past  time  .          a  family  trait   :        fiercely  loyal  .

percy FREEZES as he sees dumbledore in the hallway.  why is the headmaster here?  he recalls his horrid display in front of the man only months ago, before he who must not be named showed his face in the MINISTRY of all places.  he and scrimgeour were not on the best of terms, but percy feels that he should have recalled such a meeting.  he sees scrimgeour behind albus briefly locking eyes with him before shutting the door. . .  leaving percy alone with dumbledore.  

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everyone: okay maybe chill on the lemon drops albus albus:

                                   ❝                          𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄                𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆                         -                         someone                put                          𝙼𝚈                𝚂𝙾𝙽’𝚂                         name                in                the                goblet                of                fire                         ?                          ❞

          he is the shell of the man he once was. the death of james and lily would have been more than enough to break him, to leave him with a hollow spot for the rest of his life, but the following years in azkaban had left him with an emptiness that was both obvious on his face and that he would never be rid of. he was free now, but that prison would always be there in the back of his mind. especially now, sitting in the house that had been his prison during the summers away from school. ‘ there is no way to clear my name, is there? ‘ he asked the headmaster, the unexpected last to leave after the order’s meeting. ‘ no way for harry to live with me. ‘