The Dumbledore Chronicles
By A.K.A. Applebot
Disclamer- all the characters and ideas you recognize are JKR's. the ones you don't are mine
October 2, 1884 was a wonderfully breezy day. The kind of day that makes you want to be outside. Facing the wind, feeling the cold breezes wash over your face, all thoughts wiped from your head. That is, of course, if you happen to be outside…
These were the thoughts of one Zephurus Dumbledore. He was a wizarding lawyer, and usually his thoughts would be that if the witches doctoring his wife, who was in labor, failed to heal her properly, how much gold he could sue them for. But today, the sight of his newborn son made him think only of being outdoors, playing with his son, teaching him the things a wizard should know before going to school.
The first thing Mr. Dumbledore taught little Albus was the Imperius curse. He put it on him, and he fought it. Well, except he broke his nose in the process. Mr. Dumbledore's feeble excuse to a furious Mrs. Dumbledore for the accident was that " Albus is very smart, I thought he would be able to resist it. Besides, it didn't do him any harm, his nose will be fixed in a jiffy."
That was a long time ago, and Albus Dumbledore's (now in his twenties) nose had, despite previous contrary belief, remained crooked. Now he was of to Hogwarts Shop of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He happily reminisced about his days at Hogwarts. He hadn't been the most popular kid, but he'd had a lot of friends, and a steady girlfriend since his 2nd year. That was one of the reasons he was teaching at Hogwarts this year. The first and foremost was that this was his dream job, teaching Muggle Studies (he was very interested in muggle inventions), and he would've jumped at the chance even if his girlfriend, Laura Gandolphi wasn't the Flying Instructor. The other reason was that since he graduated from Hogwarts, he had worked with the Ministry of Magic. He was now on assignment, which was to make Salazar Slytherin see the usefulness of having muggle-borns accepted into the school. Professor Slytherin had been making a fuss lately, saying that muggle-borns (or mudbloods, as he so abruptly put it) weren't true wizards, and shouldn't be allowed. Some people at the Ministry thought that Albus should go around doing muggle thing, but he thought that would just make him look crazy and piss Slytherin off. It would definitely would be an interesting job, and there was an added bonus. He was being paid well by both the Ministry and Hogwarts for really only doing one job, teaching. He smiled happily at the prospect, and settled down in his compartment to take a nap.
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