Dumbledore Happiness Can Be Found Novels & Stories

Byrne lifted his cloudy yet sharp eyes and studied me for a moment. "So you finally show up," he said as he let out a short huff. "You do remember I was your teacher." "I remember everything you ever taught me," I said. I sat down in the empty chair beside him and poured him half a cup of warm herbal tea. "Your stomach is weak. You should drink this at night." Byrne shot me a sideways look, his mustache twitched as he took the cup. "Save the act. Who was it that sent my letter of recommendation back and said she would stay in the pack for her Alpha?"

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this affected by the potion? I should have adjusted the concoction if I knew it was this potent…” She sighed. “Anyway, look for me later. I’ll give you a new potion to counteract the effects of this one…” Albus was still growling at her quietly, but she stroked his head in an affectionate manner. “I know this is just the potion that’s acting up against you, so I am going to forgive this ill behavior today, but Tristan, please always remember…” he cupped my snout as she whispered her words. “Dahlia is part of those who’ve hurt us! You must never, under any circumstances, pity the ones we ought to hurt! They don’t deserve our mercy, just as much as they did not

Ten minutes to the seven, the last of the staff enters the Great Hall, like they are the owners of the place, and Susan almost lets a smirk out, imagining the rude awakening that the goat and bat pair will have. Albus 'too-many-middle-names' Dumbledore was confused. He was sucking one of his favorite candies, lemon drops, savoring the mix of sourness and sweetness, and reading some parchment work in his office, seated on his desk just after a wonderful lunch, when the bell chimed. That bell shook his very core, his very being, and worst of all, he didn't know the meaning of it. The portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts around him on the walls woke up. Some looked aroun