Okay fans, friends and nice reviewers! Welcome to the next chapter of MY
story!! LeMoN dRoPs!! Yay for you!! Okay anyways, in this chapter, he
visits his first memory, the most clearest one he can remember! So, here we
go!! By the way, I must warn you, some chapters will be long, others
mercilessly short.
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Mists swirled around him, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The world whirled, before gently setting him down. In-
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A small neighborhood. A London neighborhood. He looked around defensively, this place brought back memories. Suddenly, he saw a younger version of himself, racing across a lawn. He was about 10, with handsome brown hair and green eyes.
"Cole!," the younger version of himself called put for his best friend, and he came trotting along, broom stick in hand.
"Albus, ready to be wiped off the Quidditch field?"
The younger version laughed loudly, while Dumbledore himself shared a private and very low chuckle.
"C'mon, I'll race you to Harlem!", screeched Cole, as he kicked off from the ground, spraying everything with a thin coat of sand, and hovering mid way.
Albus mounted, and kicked off, flashing ahead and onto his adult days.
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A year later, Albus stumbled into his house, bursting with pride and waving a letter in the air. A Hogwarts letter. Dumbledore smiled with pride at the look on his own face. (AN Oh my god, I'm getting so confused!! Aren't you?)
"Mom, Dad, I made it! I made it! I made it!"
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Well, what did you think? Short and semi- boring, but I plan to add another chappie today, if not then tomorrow at the latest! Check back soon!! Also, review!! :-D
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Mists swirled around him, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The world whirled, before gently setting him down. In-
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A small neighborhood. A London neighborhood. He looked around defensively, this place brought back memories. Suddenly, he saw a younger version of himself, racing across a lawn. He was about 10, with handsome brown hair and green eyes.
"Cole!," the younger version of himself called put for his best friend, and he came trotting along, broom stick in hand.
"Albus, ready to be wiped off the Quidditch field?"
The younger version laughed loudly, while Dumbledore himself shared a private and very low chuckle.
"C'mon, I'll race you to Harlem!", screeched Cole, as he kicked off from the ground, spraying everything with a thin coat of sand, and hovering mid way.
Albus mounted, and kicked off, flashing ahead and onto his adult days.
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A year later, Albus stumbled into his house, bursting with pride and waving a letter in the air. A Hogwarts letter. Dumbledore smiled with pride at the look on his own face. (AN Oh my god, I'm getting so confused!! Aren't you?)
"Mom, Dad, I made it! I made it! I made it!"
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Well, what did you think? Short and semi- boring, but I plan to add another chappie today, if not then tomorrow at the latest! Check back soon!! Also, review!! :-D