Albus' p. o .v.:

You wound me, my most rebellious child.

Quick to inflict, slow to heal.

That is you, beloved child.

Stern disciplinarian

Or fierce protector.

One is never sure,

Which you they will get.

Eternally wounded,

Never fully healing

It is your nature, to keep pain close?

Austere and brutal,

Concerned and loving,

My child,

When will the masks you wear, fall?