the secret life of Albus Dumbledore

[robinfawkes]

Hey I'm new so bare with me... really I'm going to need all the help i can get coz (please don't shoot me) I haven't read any of the Harry potter books so all I know comes from the first two movies (I LOVE sir Richard Harris and dame Maggie Smith, how could one not?) and fanfic
my writing skills will also need some help as English is not my first language and this is the first time I've actually put pen to paper (or fingertips to keyboard, well you get the point) so if anybody wants the job of beta let me know...
so here goes...

[robinfawkes]

Disclaimer: i own nothing!!! the forever and a day thing i got from a fanfic story don't remember which one if it's yours let me know so i can give you the credit and if i got the Amando dippet thing wrong please help
And remember first timer here so be kind...

The secret life of Albus Dumbledore
Chapter 1 The funeral
The dreadful day had finally arrived, today Albus Dumbledore will be laid down to rest. It took some convincing but Minerva had succeeded in her struggle to be allowed to bury him on Hogwards’ soil, where he belonged. As his closest friend and the newly appointed headmistress of Hogwards she was expected to say a few words but could find the strength to even think of him without bursting into tears.
They don’t know… they can’t understand… If I could have I would have laid down to die beside him. Merlin how I miss him but they can never know…
The funeral service barely registered in her mind as she looked at the hundreds of people gathered to pay their last respects though her tears. The haunted look on Harry’s face, the sadness she found in all the faces of his colleagues and Order members, Fawkes perched on a branch not far form her watching over her, she stared right though it all unable to see anything other than the horrible truth. She was alone now… she would have to carry on, she had promised him as much but found it almost impossible. How could she run Hogwards and the Order, look after Harry, all the other students and her own children, fight the war against Voldermort and everything else expected of her without him…
“And now Minerva McGonagall will say a few words…” Uhm damm that’s me, surely the service can’t be over yet can it? “Minerva?” alright already hold your horses
“at the funeral of Armando Dippet, Albus made me promise that we wouldn’t make a big deal of his funeral. Just something short and sweet like ‘he was wonderful’ he said.” A small smile played on her lips as she remember that moment. “I replied ‘how about ‘he was insane’” Again she paused for a moment, desperately trying not to break down. “Truth be told he was both” Barely a whisper, not trusting her voice not to break with the emotions swivelling through her.
“That faithfull night before he left, he asked me to tell you one thing more. He wanted the world to know the man behind the wizard. He wanted you to know he actually had a life in between saving man and wizard kind. A happy life.” Her voice was failing, her tears flowing across her face but she continued. “He was married, bonded for forever and a day to a woman he loved more than life itself, he had children all in secret for the fear that his enemies would try to harm them to get to him.” And for a moment the stern professor returned as she continued “For that reason their identity has to remain a secret still. He just wanted you to know.” Swallowing hard, looking strait at the golden trio she added “I can only hope that you will respect his wishes and not organise a witch hunt to find out who they are. He will be missed, but life must go on, Hogwards will remain open for all those who wish to return. Albus would have wanted it that way…”
tbc

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

wow that was really good. Excellent for first fic. I can't wait for more GReat fic

[Jaya]

Nice fic!

Hope to see more from you!

[Preston Parker]

Ooh! I really like this! Please continue!

[JKMcGonagall]

Very nice first fic. Keep writing, we'll keep reading.

Kay

[tayryn]

this was an intriguing beginning to a first story!

and very nicely done!

i am looking forward to more.

[robinfawkes]

OK Part two, will need some revision as it's getting late and i haven't really the time or the energy to look it over again... the same excuse goes for the possible misinformation/ misrepresentation of the dragon blood thing...
but enjoy...

Part two The Aftermath
Now that the official proceedings were finally over, it took all of her strength not to run away and lock herself in her rooms. The urge to cry like a small child was so great, so overwhelming but she was here in her official capacity as the headmistress of Hogwards School of witchcraft and wizardry not as his wife, his widow even. The children needed the reassurance that the school would remain open, the parents need to hear that their children would again be safe in the hallowed halls of Hogwards, the Order members needed to know when the next meeting was, it seemed as if every single person on the planet wanted something form her. And all she wanted was to be alone. Why had he asked her to make this speech, how could he not have known what it would do to her. But she had promised him and she had done it but it had taken every last bit of emotional strength she had left.
She evaded as many questions as she could. She knew that regardless of what she had said the main topic of conversation would be Albus and his family. Little did they know that they were talking to his widow right now. Merlin will you lot just leave me be, please.
Finally alone in their rooms, she realised that being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Everything in their rooms reminded her of him. The smell of lemon drops and chocolate, the red and gold fabrics, he had been a fair headmaster but he was still every bit the Grifindor, the pictures of their family, it was all too much for her. But where could she possibly go, everywhere reminded her of him. His office, now hers embodies everything about him she loves. His passion for their students, his fight for a safer world, his humour, his kindness beaming at her through Fawkes his eyes and his soft tunes, the list goes on and on. But worse of all in his –hers she had to start thinking of it as hers- in her office hung his freshly painted portrait. He is still asleep in it; thank Merlin, she can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it will be when he wakes up. To have him there, so close but not being able to reach out and touch him, to bury herself in his arms.
Their rooms are even worse as they are a living memory of their life together, his (damm it, her) office shows only his life. And anywhere she turns on the grounds and in the castle there is something, however small that sends shivers down her spine. The place where they shared their first kiss, where he asked her to marry him, where she told him she was pregnant with their first child, and their second and third and fourth, even the great hall where every morning without fail he would squeeze her hand hidden from view by the massive table. How could she live in this place that reminded her of him everywhere she goes. Even a knock on the door followed by her children couldn’t pull her form her living nightmare.
“Mom?” Ares, her oldest son, gently tried to get her attention. Born first he had lots of time enjoying the luxury of being an only child but once his siblings arrived he had appointed himself as the diplomat of the family. Not that his favourite phrase ‘as the oldest and wisest I believe etc etc’ was always well received he did almost always succeed in making both his siblings and his parents see reason. This cool and collective exterior however hid an extremely sensitive soul. His life long ambition to become an auror was traded in for a job which suited his nature far better once he was told the less pleasant sides of the job. His practice as a paediatrician was the busiest of the wizarding world. And when you think about it, his job now isn’t that different for being an auror. So he doesn’t save lives on a daily basis he is helping the hero’s of tomorrow live long enough to get there. And treating a sick child with a cold can be just as messy as cleaning up a crime scene.
“mom, snap out of it” Amon, her youngest son who had never been known for his tact, tried a more direct approach. Minerva still cureses the day she agree to let Abeforth be Amon’s godfather. The idea that her youngest son would be even in the slightest influenced by his uncle was almost more than she could bare. In the long run however it had all turned out ok. He didn’t become a goat farmer like his uncle in the end but his job as a veterinarian did keep him in every close contact with his uncle so his weird ways may still rub off on him.
‘Could you be any more insensitive?’” Asgard the middle son, used to being the referee stepped in but to no avail. Ares may be the diplomat of the family and brilliant in making parents and children see each others point of view when it came down to the three brothers… all hell tends to break loose. To Asgard being stuck in the middle isn’t just a phrase, it’s a way of life. Unfortunately it usually means he’s the one who most shows battle scars. So his profession as a healer may have begun at an early age trying to hide his bruises before their mother found out Ares and Amon had again been fighting over something. Problem is she usually does.
While the three sons continued their debate, the youngest child Athena hugged her mother, trying to calm her down as she finally allowed herself to let her grief out. Athena got Minerva to bed and slipped her some dreamless sleep potion, the boys however where still bickering on how to best handle their mother.
“You three are completely useless” Athena lashed out at them. “We’re all hurting and the last thing mom needs right now is you lot fighting over how to handle her. You know as well as I do that she won’t want to be ‘handled’. I’ve put her to bed and suggest we get some sleep as well. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. She will need to hold a staff and an Order meeting and I highly doubt Harry and his partners in crime will leave her alone. And we have to figure out a way to be there for her without being seen.” Not to be underdone the three tried to have there say but soon realised that taking their sister on would be just as difficult as their mom. Taking on a horde of wild hippogriffs would be less dangerous. Being the youngest of the Dumbledore clan was not the blessing most people would make it out to be. Her parents are the greatest wizard and witch of their generation, but nobody knows that. What the world does know, is that her oldest brother is the kindest paediatrician there has ever been. Her second brother saved the life of the minister of magic when he discovered an entirely new condition in wizards. TWAP, Temporary Wand Arm Paralysis which in rare cases can be fatal if left untreated. And her youngest brother as pick up where his father left off and had discovered that dragons blood also cures bovine stomach aches and is a potent remedy for foot and mouth disease. Oh and all three are still continuing their respective research so who knows what they’ll come up with. At sixteen trying to live up to that, will make any girl rebel. But to be honest she did actually like the Slitherin guy she’d gone out with last year just to spite her family. But she’ll grow out of it eventually, right?
TBC

[Preston Parker]

[glow=red,2,300]YEAH! I like I like![/glow]

[JKMcGonagall]

I feel for Minerva. It would be terribly hard to be the widow and have no one know it. Her grief is overwhelming, yet she can't show it to anyone because they just think she and Albus were good friends and colleagues. I can also see that Minerva is not the type of person who wants to be handled. I know her sons meant well, but I really think Athena handled it right because she did something for her mother.

Great story. Keep going.

Kay

[Sensiblyquirky]

Only a woman would know how to best handle the situation. Nice job, and I'm interested to see how Minerva will cope and if anyone will learn the secret.

Christy

[QuillofMinerva]

Awwww I am really feeling for Minerva. It must be a terrible time for you! I am glad she has her daughter around to help because women know women

Clayre x

[robinfawkes]

New stuff yipee... The bond thing might be a bit corny but it get the point across... let me know what you think and thank you for all the encouraging words...

Part three- The Order Meeting
Minerva was grateful her daughter had slipped her a sleeping potion, how on earth she would have lived through the staff meeting without sleep she would never know. But it passed rather uneventfully and all important decisions had been made. Bill Weasely had been hired as Transfiguration professor and an add for a new DADA professor (again) had been placed in The Daily Prophet. Now however an even greater challenge lay before her, the first Order meeting without him.
All the conversations of the gathered members blended together into a quiet hum but they came to a shrieking halt when she entered. Suddenly all eyes where directed at her and after a moment a million and one questions where fired at her. Oh heavens, Albus help me, please.
She quietly made her way to her seat, silently preparing for the barrage of questions she didn’t know how to answer. “All right, all right, one at a time” She said in a tired voice. Suddenly everyone seemed to have lost their tongue. “Well?”
‘I know I should ask but… “ Hermione carefully started. “But you’ll ask anyway, miss Hermione?” Minerva prompted. If she was going to live trough this, if there was anyway at all it would have to be over and done with as quickly as possible. “it’s just that I’ve been thinking and I can’t get it out of my head. If headmaster Dumbledore was bonded for forever and a day, then why… ? Hermoine stopped for a moment trying to find the right words. “Then why is his wife still alive? Is that what you wanted to know Hermoine? Minerva’s voice cut through the silence. Seeing the confused faces of the other order members she again prompted Hermoine, this time to explain for the sake of the others, knowing full well that she would never be able to explain without falling to pieces or giving herself away. “What do you know about being bonded for forever and a day, Hermoine?”
“Well…” Hermione was unsure of how to explain. “Come on miss smarty pants, tell us what on earth you’re going on about…” Ron never was known for his patience. “ I know that one can’t choose to be bonded for forever and a day. The druids choose the couples they deem fit to be bonded together so strongly. There hasn’t been one in hundreds of years because no couple has been for lack of a better term in love enough to be considered for a bond so strong. It’s like a muggle romantic movie. Boy meets girl, they fall head over heels in love with each other, can’t live without each other; would die for the other if need be… that sort of thing. And I thought that the bond between them could not be broken even by death because…” Hermoine trailed off trying to find the correct formulation of the binding spell. Minerva however knew the words by heart. “When one heart stops beating the other will beat no more, those who live as one will die as one. For when two is the answer to the question of life both would die of a broken heart slowly each day separate on both sides of live …”
“That’s it” Hermoine exclaimed, “That’s why I don’t understand,” She continued. Minerva could feel a headache coming on, this was going to be a very long day if all their questions would be as hard as these. Remembering her wedding vows was the last thing Minerva wanted to do right now. And explaining why she was not on the other side safe in Albus’s arms… Merlin, help her, will this day ever end.
“There are two reasons why fate could have intervened and for misses Dumbledore both are at play” Minerva shuddered at the term Mrs Dumbeldore, her heart screaming ‘that’s me, I was his wife, I love him more than you lot could ever know, I’m in agony here and you don’t even know.’ Taking a deep breath she continued. “She has a child that is not yet of age and she has not yet fulfilled her prophesy. Her destiny has not been fulfilled as a mother or as a witch. Therefore she is still among the living but believe you me she would much rather be at her husband's side. Now are there any other questions?” The entire room had gone silent as Minerva finished her speech. Leave it to a Weasely to break the silence although ‘bloody hell’ was perhaps not the right thing to say.
Harry had been spaced out for most of the meeting, hell he’d been out of it ever since… However true to form at the sound of the word prophesy he sprang to life. There is someone out there like me, who as had to live with this horrible burden too. he thought. I have to find out who she is…
Minerva had been dealing with minor details, small and unimportant but pesky questions the other members had asked her but she did notice the look on Harry’s face as he worked through the new information and she didn’t need her husband’s gift of legilimency to know what he was thinking. The headache she had felt come up earlier suddenly seemed so insignificant. If Harry made his mind up to find out who she really is, he would be easily persuaded to give up his search. What a fine mess you have left me in, Albus. Her heart did go out to Harry. He had already lost some many loved ones in this war but there were bigger things at stake here. I’m sorry Harry, I know you need a kindred spirit to talk to but that can’t be me. You are in danger enough as it is, we both are...
TBC

[Alesia]

I think the bonding bit made perfect sense. It's like an unbreakable vow to live and die together. It is going to be interesting to see where you go with this.

[QuillofMinerva]

I look forward to seeing where you take this story

Clayre x

[tanja]

oh, yes....me too !!!!!!!
That´s really sad...

[nena]

It's really good! Update soon! Please!

[robinfawkes]

Hey, short update as I'm swamped by stuff at school
I will get back to Harry and Minerva in the next bit but for now we're back with the siblings, the three brothers might be used to living in the shadows or with an alias, Athena is not having any of it (she is sixteen after all) I'm not quite sure where exactly I'm going with the kids' subplot but we'll see... Right now I just needed to explain why Athena wasn't at Hogwards before and why she will be in future...
Enjoy

Part four The Brothers’ bickering match round 2
Why was I born into this family? Really, did it have to be them? Come on, give me a break here… She tried to block out her brother’s bickering but failed miserably. They had been going round in circles for hours now. they couldn’t stay at the castle much longer without being detected but they could just leave their mother alone, now could they. “Look bro even if we could stay here, I’m not going to leave Carys alone with the twins much longer, she’s going nuts and I can’t bring them here. Too little rug rats and a loving wife… Why not just rub actual salt in mom’s wounds?” Same goes for you, Asgard, although Athalanta might make a good quidditch referee if aunt Mara would let her.”
Yes Ares, we know that already, you’ve said it four million times already.
“Look it’s all really simple…” Athena tried for the fourth (yes she was keeping score as it usually took about 15 times to get their attention, when you’re 16 nobody over the age of 16 actually listens to you) time to interrupt her brothers but again her words fell on deaf ears. I don’t have time for this… She thought as she prepare to blow up the Quaffle Amon had been throwing aimlessly in the air for about an hour now. That ought to get their attention…
“Very funny, sis, now I know that blowing up things can feel good under the circumstances but you should bottle up your emotions like that.” Oh Merlin, the inner therapist is coming alive in Ares. “Well if you lot would shut up for a sec maybe I could share my feelings with my loving brothers. Mmm?” Finally some silence. “Good now it’s all really simple, I’ll simply transfer from Beaubatons… “ Her brothers once again came alive in a great roar of protest. “Now, before you all start, this is not me being a brat about the fact that I didn’t get to go to Hogwards like the rest of my family, hell my bloody ancestors, but this way I could be close to mom and help when ever I can without raising suspicion. It’s quite perfect really, when you think about it… “
“Think about what? Dad didn’t want you here, not with you know who being drawn here by Potter every five seconds. I’m sure he’d applaud your intentions but it’s just too dangerous, sis and you know that” Ares answered when the three brothers finally recovered from the shock. “You think I don’t know that? But this isn’t about what dad wants, this is about getting our mother through this. She’s still here, clearly against her wishes because of me, the least I can do is stay here and help.” Athena prayed to whomever was listening that her brothers would accept this and move on but they wouldn’t be Dumbledores if they did, now would they? True to form they completely ignored her comments and moved into round seven of the bickering. Playing the only card she had left, she whispered : “Besides, Dad’s not here, now is he…”
TBC

[tanja]

ne, sadly he isn´t...
but what there is is a wonderful chapter.Clever nice girl, really...
hope to read more soon

[robinfawkes]

New update yipee... ;D
As promised back to Harry and Minerva. I know I made Harry out as a brat but hey this is my story and it works this way, ok. He will calm down later...
enjoy

The Secret life of Albus Dumbledore part five
Harry’s quest begins…
The order meeting had come to an end and Harry had already prepared the speech he hoped would convince Headmistress McGonagall to introduce him to Misses Dumbledore in his head. But he had still to come up with an approach, after all he needed her on his side so he needed to entice her form the word go. If he had any chance at all, she needed to feel his pain or something. She wouldn’t go against Dumbledore’s wishes unless she had a good enough reason, now would she? If Harry knew the storm of anger and pain he would unleash in Minerva he probably would have changed his mind but at this point he didn’t know any better. War or the constant treat of it does strange things to people but in Harry’s case that had nothing to do with it. Every teenager goes trough a stage where they believe the entire world revolves around them. So why would Harry worry about what his knowing of who she is, could possibly affect her. How could he possibly know that his problems were a walk in the park compared to hers? Even the idea that she might be going through hell right now and maybe just maybe he should wait a while before trying to find her, didn’t occur to him right now.
When he finally did approach Minerva, he did see that she looked tired. That is to say it registered in his mind but as to why she might be tired, that even if she was just Albus’s friend and colleague his death would still have left his mark on her, that he didn’t even consider. Minerva had seen Harry retreat into his mind but had prayed to whomever would listen that he would leave it to cool for at least a little while. Or that maybe Hermoine would have been able to talk him out of it, when he had asked both her and Ron for help. When she saw him walking towards her, she abandoned that prayer for one that would get her trough his questions.
“Headmistress?” We’re not at school, Harry, call me Minerva, remember?” Ever since they had been allowed into the order meetings Albus had encouraged the kids to use their first names. With him it had worked but with her, ‘professor’ and now ‘headmistress’ had stuck.
“yeah, umm,… “ His speech seem to have packed up and left without leaving a forwarding address. “Can it wait Harry, whatever it is? I’d rather like to return to Hogwards and call it a night.” Minerva knew she was grasping at straws but maybe she could handle this if she’d had some sleep. “Well, actually, no, not really. You see you said that misses Dumbledore has a prophecy too and well I’d rather like to talk to her, I think it might help. I know I pushed Albus umm Headmaster Dumbledore away when he wanted to talk to me about it but I’m ready now, I think and talking to some one who knows what it’s like might help me, a lot, so maybe you know, you introduce me to her I won’t tell anyone I promise…” Harry spit it all out not even drawing breath until he had finished. His grand speech completely forgotten under the intimidating gaze of the formidable witch. That particular witch was about to show him just how formidable and down right scary she could be. Right now however she somehow retained her cool and calm composure, reminded herself that deep down he was still just a innocent child and spoke to him in a calm, mothering voice. “I’m sorry Harry, but I can’t, it’s too dangerous. But if you want I’m sure we can find some way to help through this. Harry, you don’t have to do this on your own, you know that every order member will do whatever it takes to help you. You don’t have to fight this fight alone, you know that don’t you?” Maternal instincts rising above her own suffering, Minerva tried to assuage Harry’s fears. Even if her own were rising to almost intolerable levels.
Harry however was not taking no as an answer so easily. “But that’s not the same.” He blurted out. “You don’t understand what it’s like, she would, she would understand” His words cut deeper than a knife ever could. Her anger boiled over, it wasn’t directed at him or his words but at whom or whatever that was allowing this sick parade of pain, anguish and despair to happen. For the first time since this ordeal started and perhaps for the fist time in her life, Minerva completely lost it. Thunder clouds gathered, the last of the sunlight seem to have disappeared all of a sudden, a deafening silence descended upon the inhabitants of Grimmauld Place, the quiet before the storm that would be unleashed upon them any second now. Minerva stood up, her anger making her seem larger than life, towering over Harry, her magic crackling in the air, like an electric storm. Like a room full of gunpowder ready to blow up the known universe, all it needed was a spark… one tiny teenie weenie little spark… “And if you don’t help me, I’ll find her some other way with or with any help” As his last word dropped from his lips, the first of the thunder could be heard outside. To him it might have seemed like a coincidence, only because he didn’t yet know the full extend of the power of the very very angry witch before him. And before the lighting answered the thunder outside, the storm inside broke.
“Are you even listening to yourself, Harry ? What part of ‘Too Dangerous’ don’t you understand? You’re asking me to put a woman and her children’s lives in danger so you can have someone to talk to ? There are plenty of people in this world who have lived and continue to live with the burden of a prophesy hanging over them. Why does it have to be her? How can you be so selfish?” She had started out screaming but the really scary part was the angry whisper at the end. All of the order members, who had been minding their own business, were suddenly all quiet. Some of them, the ones who knew; knew an outburst like this had been coming and could only hope that it would do Minerva so good to let of steam like that. But knowing her like they did, they know she’d probably blame herself for jelling at Harry like that more than she would see the therapeutic benefits of it. The others were just shocked they had never seen her this angry (and silently prayed they never would again)
After her first outburst she did seem to calm down just a little. In reality it was only a pretence, inside she was still fuming. She looked Harry strait in the eye. He felt overwhelmed by the pain, anger and most of all the power he saw in them. Yes, she was a great teacher and she was as Ron had put it many time bloody brilliant at transfiguration, but he had never seen her in battle. He didn't know she was this powerful. Skilled yes, but overwhelmingly powerful so much so that you could feel her strength radiate from her… That Harry had never thought of his strict transfiguration professor… until now…
“However I will not stop you form asking Albus yourself, once he was woken up in his portrait. I don’t expect he will be any more accommodating than I have been. But if you think you can convince him to endanger his wife so you can have some comfort, go right ahead. But if he says no, that’s the end of it. If you then still pursue this reckless and destructive path, I will stop you myself. That treat may not mean much to you, but others in this room will tell you that I can be a force you don’t want to recon with, young Harry.”
She had barely finished when she turned on her heel and stormed out the door, into the pouring rain. She let the rain soak her clothes and her skin, letting it wash the tears of her face, letting the pain and anger flow from her body. Running through the rain, raging against the storm, the one outside as well as the one inside, until she found herself at the grave of the man who meant more to her than life itself, where she collapsed totally spent…
TBC

[nena]

Aaahhh! That was 'bloody brilliant'! I love how you described Min getting mad, it was so good! You are doing really well with this story! Keep it up!

[Alesia]

I can see Harry being this selfish and this driven. I am interested in seeing which Order members know and what they say to Harry. There is no way Albus is gonna tell.

Hermione will have some seriously harsh words for Mr. Potter as well I would expect.

a

[JKMcGonagall]

Poor Minerva, having to deal with Mr. Potter during this time. I can understand why Harry wants to know, but he really is being selfish. It must be so hard on Minerva not being able to grieve openly, yet having to deal with the subject constantly because no one knows that she is Mrs. Dumbledore.

Harry can go ask the portrait of Albus when he awakes, but I am relatively sure that it isn't going to tell him either.

Kay

[tanja]

It must be so hard on Minerva not being able to grieve openly, yet having to deal with the subject constantly because no one knows that she is Mrs. Dumbledore.

that´s exactely the way it is....soooooooooo really sad..
and so brillianty written...could cry every time i re-read it...

[gingerkitten]

Whoa there Harry. Proceed with extreme caution.
On the other hand, I understand why Harry wants to meet her. It can't be easy growing up with that kind of prophesy on your head. Also, I don't really think Minerva wants to help him with Voldemort and all that jazz.
Good Job!
Update soon.

[robinfawkes]

Hey all
Huge thank you for all the support!!! Thank merlin, you lot don't want to lynch me for making Harry an insecure slightly selfish kid rather than the hero he's usually depicked as.
As for Gingerkitten

gingerkitten said:

Whoa there Harry. Proceed with extreme caution.
On the other hand, I understand why Harry wants to meet her. It can't be easy growing up with that kind of prophesy on your head. Also, I don't really think Minerva wants to help him with Voldemort and all that jazz.
Good Job!
Update soon.

Once you see what I've cooked up for her prophesy you'll see she doesn't have a choice even if she doesn't want to. I think she does anyway but right now she does have a lot of other things on her mind...
Cya

[gingerkitten]

Cool. I can't wait to read it.

[QuillofMinerva]

I keep missing updates, sorry about that but I have caught up


Looking forward to reading what else happens, keep up the good work!

Clayre x

[TT]

How sad.. and good

I like the forever and a day thing

[ginny]

Wow, this is really good! And sad, too!
Can't wait for next update