Two Dumbledore Novels & Stories

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Struggling with my tie, I called someone. "Lily, come now. I can't do it without you.", Lily is my longtime secretary and a perfect friend. I have become more comfortable with her over the years. Well, I knew she was waiting for my call. Due to inheriting genes from an European mother, she got two blue twinkling eyes, which are always a centre of attraction. She entered my room, giggling. 'Gone is her fear', My subconscious told me. "Good morning, sir.", She streched the 'r' sound in sir unnecessarily while chuckling, hiding his creased lips with one hand.

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

More importantly, what were going to do with my men? A clue to my question came sooner than I expected. Two men, who were obviously werewolves, dragged us out in a ruthless manner. We came to what looked like an Hogwarts dining hall. The difference was no exquisite cuisine to nurse the taste buds, no ghosts, no smiling faces, and definitely no witches. But we’ve got a Dumbledore, only younger and clean shaven, sitting at the head of the table with a smirk that had me trembling to my toes. The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage.

"Please, Adrian, please, I am telling you everything I know. Please stop. Please. I will answer all your questions. I promise. Just please stop." I paused with the blade against his skin and I looked at him. His face was pale and slick with sweat and tears and blood. His eyes were wild with pain and fear. His whole body was shaking. "Is the wizard real?" I asked. Damon nodded frantically, his head bobbing up and down, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes. Yes, he is real. He is real and he and Azrian are allies. They are working together."

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

the students chorused. Mr. Smith adjusted his glasses and scanned the room, a faint smile resting on his face. “Welcome to Second Term. I hope you all enjoyed your holiday.” “Yes, sir! We did!” they responded eagerly. “Good. Because this term, I don’t want any issues from this class.” His tone shifted—firm, deliberate. “Do your best and behave the way you are expected to.” The room fell quieter. “We also have a new teacher who will be taking you in Biology.” He stepped slightly aside and gestured toward the door. “I would like to introduce her to you. Her name is Mrs. Moturanyo.”