Title: Human Behavior
Author: Orenji Kaniku
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Warnings: Strong Language, slash, and homosexual prejudice
Summary: Ordinary boys, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy meet at King's Cross Station. A seven-year synopsis of yearly events in the house of Slytherin which occur in first hand letters to mothers and complete strangers. Is the struggle to do what's right any different in the Wizarding world than in the Muggle?
Challenge: Part of the Ebony and Ivory Challenge #:11. Voldemort never existed, Harry's parents didn't die, and Harry was sorted into Slytherin. (Lirren), 1. A.U. Harry's sorted into Slytherin and falls for his best friend, Draco Malfoy. (Minnie), 93 Draco can't cope with that fact that he's attracted to Harry. (Carawen)
Betas: Yami27, Liger, and my little sister, Monkey4hirenb. Without you guys, this really wouldn't be half as good as it turned out to be.
Notes: I got this out at three in the morning when my relatives came in and I couldn't get back to sleep. I'm hungry and I really don't think it's polite to make a bowl of cereal when my cousins are sleeping in the living room which is right next to the kitchen. My dog is going nuts because they brought their dog, and it's just. . .knackered.
I also want to thank AnnaMadeLemonade for your lovely review. It made me very happy.
Constance Malfoy for your equally lovely review.
And loveslover for making me smile. It's been very fun and I hope I lived up to your praise and wishes. I'm kind of nervous, putting out this last chapter. . .I hope it is what you expected.
"They're terribly moody
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions is ever so satisfying"- Bjork, Human Behavior
Chapter Three: Spontaneous
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(1995, January)
"Draco! Draco wake up! It's your birthday!"
Draco rolled over, pretending the loud voices were just figments of dreams. He could see pitch black being eradicated by a bright light tinted red beneath his eyelids. It made him wince and pull a pillow over his head.
"GFF AVAHY!"
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"
"Harry, shut up!" Draco sat up in bed and his nerves froze when Goyle, Naiara, Crabbe, and Oakley were dressed and waiting at the end of his bed. Harry was right beside him with his Muggle clothing that they bought over Christmas when they went to London: jeans, a white dress shirt, and a black jumper.
"Shh! You're going to wake everyone up! It's midnight. If we get caught, we're going to get detention. Have you been to detention? I haven't! Who knows what they do to you in there." Naiara whispered frantically. Goyle, Oakely, and Crabbe had been telling him dramatically frightening stories since their first year, when they received detention the second day for being out past curfew.
"My birthday was yesterday, Potty. You woke me up on the wrong day, you moron!" Draco hissed, ignoring Naiara's neurotic pleas. He soon rolled back over to pretend this was all a terrible dream. He didn't let himself show how much it hurt when Harry didn't even acknowledge his birthday the day before.
"I did not. I just had to keep your present a secret until now." Harry's voice was full of indignation.
"What are you talking about?" Draco sat back up and rubbed his face with both hands, trying to wake up and understand just what Harry was trying to say. The raven-haired boy pulled him out of bed and before he knew what was going on, his shirt was off.
Harry nonchalantly began to dress Draco in his cotton button-up shirt. He answered the question once Draco started doing the buttons. "If you'd hurry up and dress, you would find out soon enough now wouldn't you?"
"You sound like your mother," He was sliding into the jeans and Oakley had pulled a map from the pocket of his robes and began inspecting it with the other boys.
"You had better hurry."
"Why is everyone telling me to hurry? I'm just going to go slower!"
Harry grabbed the black jumper and his robes before they dragged Draco out of their dormitory. A Slytherin seventh year smiled and tipped his bald head to them, his shining blue eyes gleaming with either mischief or weariness.
"Still up, Daniel?" Oakley called.
"Going on three days," he reached for a cup that Harry assumed was coffee or maybe something stronger.
"All the power to you," Naiara waved as they left.
Harry brought the invisibility cloak his father gave him for this occasion. The Marauder's map in Oakley's hands, they covered themselves with the cloak as best they could and began to follow it to a secret passage Harry learned from the twins. A big clump of dots moved across the parchment with their names next to their respective dot on the page.
"Naiara, light," Harry whispered.
"Lumos."
"Ace," Goyle murmured, patting the Hispanic on the back.
"Ouch! You stepped on my foot!"
"Don't push me, Crabbe!"
Ignoring the five fighting boys cramped underneath the small cloak, Harry leaned closer to Draco, who was in front of him. "Close your eyes."
"I'll fall!"
"I won't let you fall."
Draco closed his eyes and walked with blind faith that Harry wouldn't let him fall. They walked for a very long time. Harry kicked himself for not thinking of flying to Hogsmeade in the first place. Not much he could do about it now.
"My feet hurt," Draco complained.
"Mine too, are we there yet, Harry?" Naiara scratched his ear and elbowed Goyle in the nose.
"OUCH!"
"SHH!"
"Sorry!"
"We're here," Harry announced after five minutes of silent walking. "You can open your eyes, Draco."
"Done the minute you said we were here. Where are we?"
"You really don't know?" Naiara asked.
"It looks like the Three Broomsticks," Crabbe said, pulling off the invisibility cloak. Naiara whispered, "Nox." The light-tipped wand extinguished.
"We're in for some afters. Very expensive so you better enjoy yourself." Harry grinned.
"Red Currant Rum?" Draco asked hopefully, feeling warn all over at the thought of the rum swirling inside his mouth and splashing inside his empty belly.
"I bought three bottles for you."
Draco smiled. Madam Rosmerta, the owner of Three Broomsticks, was at the front door with a mug of hot tea in her hands and a thick set of robes covering her curvy frame.
"Boys, in out of the cold! I've got a fire in the back. Help yourselves to the scones and treats I have in the corner at your table. Happy Birthday, Draco."
Harry's face twisted with jealousy when Draco blushed.
"Thanks Madam." It wasn't her fault she was so pretty, but Harry couldn't keep the resentment out of his voice as he walked in.
All three bottles of Red Currant Rum were placed in front of Draco, as promised, before the blonde could settle down in his chair.
"Drink up, it's not every year you turn fifteen." Harry was taking a swig from a spiked Butterbeer.
"No need to worry about O.W.L.s. Drink, drink, drink." Crabbe ordered before guzzling down his own drink.
"You're not worrying about O.W.L.s, Crabbe." Oakely murmured, grinning into his drink.
Crabbe's bowl cut whirled as he turned to the dread locked blonde next to him. "I study!"
The table roared with laughter. Draco just smiled and poured his little glass to the rim with Red Current. "Ever drank seriously, Potter?"
Harry rose a brow, staring at the blonde from across the table.
"I have," Goyle said, raising a long gorilla-ish arm in the air.
"Who's going to be the designated flyer?" Naiara asked, pointing to the two Firebolts in the corner, a gift from Lucius for both Draco and Harry. They'd arranged for them to be taken to the Three Broomsticks during their last visit to Hogsmeade. "I mean, if you are all going to chug down the ally then I think I should be the one to get you all home safely. Do you know how many broom accidents there are because of intoxicated broom- riding?"
"Gentlemen. . ." Draco said, ignoring Naiara once again, raised his glass so quickly that the red rum spilled over the top and soaked into his robe sleeves. He smiled, getting tipsy after quietly drinking the first bottle of Red Current. Harry and the rest of the table had their bottles or glasses with the drink of their choice ready in their hands, waiting for Draco's signal. The blonde chuckled and drew in a deep breath before screaming, "SNORT!"
They drank bottle through bottle, only stopping to eat a few scones here and there and laugh at each other.
"I tink-drink- I sink. . . shite. . . I think we shoooood ssssiiiiiiing." Goyle slurred.
Oakley stood up, burped, and held both hands under his chin. Harry thought if he wore a wig and fake eyelashes, he'd look like a young heart struck girl. "God Shave the King!"
Crabbe laughed and stood up, they each stood up; and linked arms before swaying and singing:
"Gosh shave our grashus King,
Gosh live our noble King;
Gosh shave she King!
Shend shim vishtorious,
Shappy ash gloriush,
Long sho reign over ush,
GOSH SHAVE OUR KING!"
Harry groaned and rested his forehead on the table. "I feel shocially cabbashed."
Draco grinned and grabbed Harry's left cheek. "Happy Birthday, indeed."
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The alarm rang; the boys were asleep on the floor in the dorm where Madam Rosmerta had deposited them in the early morning hours. She had wanted to get an early start on inventory that had been almost clearly bought out from Harry Potter and his friends. She had quite a start when she found the boys asleep on the table and a few on the floor.
She didn't tell Headmaster Dumbledore because she wanted to keep her store. She knew serving underage wizards was against the law, but she remembered the previous owner of the Three Broomsticks, Hawa Galahad. She was a kindly African witch with a heart of gold. She took Rosmerta in without question after she found her wandering the Forbidden Forest's edge one Spring day. Yes, Madam Rosmerta knew that the boys wouldn't be picking up a drink for years to come. She always hated firsthand learning, but she knew it worked the best.
"Turn it off," Goyle groaned.
"Mummy. . . bangers and eggs please." Crabbe snored, rolling over onto Naiara, who yelled and moved from under him.
"My head," Oakley crawled from under Goyle's legs and instantly sat up to vomit out of the window. "Look out below!"
Harry rolled over and felt as if his head were under the foot of an elephant. "Draco?"
"I'm not talking to you, Harry."
"Why?"
"Because I'm in complete and utter torment. Turn off that godforsaken alarm clock before I break it."
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(1996, February)
February 25, 1996
Old Friend,
He knows. Old friend, my dad knows about Haven and me. He came over with me from school for this past Christmas. We were on the bed and in the moment. We didn't have sex, but we were kissing and touching when my dad came in to call me down so I could greet my Aunt. He froze there, in the doorway. All three of us did, actually. He turned red and started yelling at us.
"What are you doing? Get away from him!" Haven jumped away from me and started buttoning his robes.
"Sir!"
"Don't talk to me! Delano, downstairs now! I'm owling your parents, Haven. You'll be Flooing home immediately."
"Dad!"
He turned to me, his stare venomous. "NO! Don't talk to me. You've done enough." I think that was the first time he genuinely hated me.
Needless to say, Haven went home not even an hour after that happened.
On Christmas evening, his parents came over through the Floo Network and tried to talk to my dad. I listened with a pair of Extending Ears that Haven got me last Easter from his friend's workshop.
"You can't separate the two boys, Lucian!" Haven's mother, Lisa, sounded like she was holding both hands out.
"That's exactly what I can do. I'm not raising a chutney ferret!"
I started getting mad.
"They love each other!" Lisa yelled. I know she wanted to hit him and I really didn't blame her. She's a redhead and though she is very gentle- natured, she's still a redhead and they've got the bad rep for being very hotheaded. She is.
"Love has nothing to do with this, it's wrong is what it is!"
"What's wrong is that you hold your son in contempt for something he has every right to." Haven's dad, Jake, sounded like he made a move for my dad and Lisa yelled at him.
"Jake, enough! Violence won't solve anything. The point is, how are the kids going to learn to live as respectable and good people if they aren't allowed to live pass prejudices and fears of their fathers?"
"I'd rather Delano be the scum of the wizarding world if it meant he wasn't a shirt lifter."
"How can you talk about your son like that?"
Yes, I thought, it seems to come so naturally.
"I am a wealthy wizard, Mrs. Powell," He sounded weary.
"Yes, I know that," She sounded equally fatigued, but more polite.
"Then you will know that I have a great amount of responsibility and a great deal of eyes prying into my life."
"Think about closing your blinds?" Jake asked, noting the open curtains in the drawing room. He always had a quick sarcastic mouth and I think that's where Haven got a great deal of his irritating charm.
"Shut up, Jake."
My mum just sat there in the corner on the soft couch with a cup of tea. I don't really think she cares one way or another. In fact, I don't really think she could function if she didn't have my dad as a model. She doesn't have a mind of her own.
They argued for fifteen more minutes and then dad forced them out.
Haven owled me once but my dad took the letter away from me and burned it. He made me watch, said it would teach me a lesson. Before I got on the train to come back for second of term he told me if he made a surprise visit and I was acting oddly, he would take me out of Hogwarts and I'd go to Durmstrang. He looked at my mother, "Even if it means being a distance from home." She's the reason I'm going to Hogwarts.
"Get on the train."
From,
Delano
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Harry studied Draco as he wrote his monthly letter. They had the dorm room to themselves; Naiara was studying in the library with a few Ravenclaws; both Crabbe and Goyle were getting extra potions lessons from Professor Snape, who said he wanted them to pass the Potions final by more than a hair as they'd done the last five years; Oakley was playing Quidditch in the field with his own friends.
"I'm sorry."
Draco looked up, "Excuse me?"
"Your father hit you because of me."
"Well, yes," Draco agreed, only making Harry feel worse. "But it's the price we pay, Harry. Unless you'd rather us . . ."
"No!" Harry bit his lip and sighed before lying down, his back to Draco. He wouldn't let the blonde see him cry. "I don't want to lose you. Not like Christmas."
Draco sighed and curled up against Harry. He didn't know what to say. "Let's just enjoy the time we have now and worry about them when the time comes. Okay, can you do that?" Harry nodded, not trusting himself to say anything back. He shivered when Draco kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. "Let's take a bath."
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"Why does everyone know what they want to be except for me?" Harry groaned. He was skimming through a book entitled: Ministry of Magic: A History. "I don't want to work there! Why am I taking the class?" Draco glanced at the boy in front of him and grinned.
"This is a library, young man." A perfect imitation of Madam Pince, had she been a little more deeper in the throat and a tad bit better looking.
Harry resisted the urge to smile, "I'd watch it, she's got the ears of a mouse."
"I think she looks like a mouse."
"Shut up! You're distracting me!" Harry inched closer to his book.
"Why don't you train Dragons in Romania, with Weasely's brother, Charlie?" The only reason Draco knew about Ron's older brother was because Harry had him and Hermione over for a Christmas dinner before they came back to school. He had to admit, the two knew how to have fun. They were having afternoon tea as always and had given both Harry and Draco Nose-Biting Tea Cups. Draco rubbed his nose unconsciously
"That's a thought." Harry noted, nodding his head. "Good thing I'm still taking Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid isn't it?"
"If you say so." Draco leaned over and kissed the boy on the mouth.
"Mmm. . . you brushed your teeth after lunch!"
"Fresh breath is an essential in my life." Draco traced a line on his palm.
"I like it," Harry pressed his mouth against Draco's and nearly climbed over the table to get closer to the lad.
The blonde pulled away, grinning and opened a new notebook. "You're a distraction."
"You're a tease!"
"Yes, and I'm so good at it."
"This is a library, young men." Madam Pince hissed, she pointed to the sign that read: Keep Your Voices to a Whisper. This is a Library!
"Yes sir!" Draco saluted, grabbed his books, and ran out of the library howling with laughter. Draco left Harry to calm the old woman down and also to serve his detention because the librarian was so mad she didn't care if it was the wrong student who served the punishment.
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"I hate you." Harry whispered as he disappeared behind the black curtains of his own bed. Draco only chuckled and rolled over.
"C'est la vie."
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(1997, March)
March 8, 1997
Old Friend,
This will be the last letter. I've given you a true account of the things that have happened in my seven years at school. I don't know if you ever read my letters, but it's nice to pretend that someone cares.
I've often wondered, in the big scheme of life, why do people live? Why am I here and what purpose do I serve? I want to work at Gringotts and that's only because I like money. Even now, it seem so shallow.
Everyone knows.
Everyone stares.
The professors tried to keep it a private thing, but the man that I called father seemed to think it wasn't enough. I had to be publicly humiliated in order to leave Haven. I've always looked out for number one, me. I've got three months of school left before I graduate.
Someone caught us kissing after dinner and word spread that we were together. Two best friends. A select few swooned with delight, there are a lot of romantics in this school. There are also a lot of homophobics. We decided to put up a low profile.
During the last trip to a village outside of the school grounds, my father met us at the edge. Ironically a number of students were nearby and he told me to kiss Haven.
"What?" I could feel Haven shift uncomfortably next to me. I wanted to hold his hand and reassure him somehow, but it wasn't the time for that.
"You heard me. Go on and kiss him." He knew I wouldn't. The crowd began to thicken, I was looking for Haven's two friends but remembered they weren't coming because they wanted to have time to themselves. They weren't dating but I understood they had a fancy for each other. Smart. Not so lucky on our account.
"Did you hear me, boy?"
Haven was frozen.
"Not going to do it, are you?"
I didn't answer. I was so mad I couldn't speak. I kept thinking, How dare you bring him into this? How dare you. But I couldn't say a thing.
"Get out."
"I'm your father. You had better listen to me when I tell you to do something. Do you understand me? You have the nerve to kiss him in my house? Take off his shirt like a bloody sausage rider?" He didn't smile when a few third years sniggered, "No, I'm not going to just sit back and let you ruin everything that I worked so hard to build for you. You're going to learn the hard way."
"I don't want it."
Professors Seth and Mabel, the two professors responsible for the students during the trip were making their way to the front.
"What's the meaning of this?" Professor Mabel demanded, her little eyes were burning with aggravation behind her spectacles. Her stern face and tight bun wouldn't be enough to intimidate my father. My head of house, Professor Seth gave us a look and turned, stone-face to meet the equally hard grey stare of my dad.
"I'm just teaching my son a lesson. You can go back to babysitting your flock and let me take care of my son."
Haven gave Professor Seth a forlorn glance and hung his shoulders even more.
"If you're to teach your son a lesson it will be in the privacy of either your home or my office inside the school. Those are your only two options, Lucian." Professor Seth said softly.
Professor Mabel clapped her hands, making everyone jump and told everyone to leave. "This is not a show, children! If you have no business in this side of the village you had better move on about!"
My dad glared at Professor Seth and left, but not before giving me one of the dirtiest looks I'd ever seen in my life. I'm kind of afraid to leave for Easter break.
All in all, Haven didn't understand why I didn't fight back, but I think he just asked me that in our fight because he was as scared as I was.
Days went by painfully fast. The students haven't forgotten. Haven seeks refuge in his bed or in the potion's office with Professor Seth. I admit I'm kind of jealous but, I'm the one avoiding the guy like a skin rotting disease.
A guy can never win, at least a gay one can't.
I take that back.
No one ever wins.
I just don't understand. How much can a person be allowed to miss someone until it becomes an unhealthy obsession? I never thought it was possible to miss someone and still be right next to them. Hear someone talk and not understand a word they're saying.
I feel infinite in a bad way.
I'm not telling you this to make you worry. I just need to see it on paper and send it away with Hera. I've become quite fond of her. Give her a piece of bread with margarine on it when you get this?
For the last time; have a good life,
Delano
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Draco sighed and without Harry's handkerchief, beckoned Hera down onto his hand. He let her kiss him with her beak and fed her a treat before he shooed her away. As he always did when he sent Hera off on a mission, he watched her until he could not see her tiny speck in the sky any longer.
He didn't leave until a fourth year Hufflepuff came in with her letter. She stared at him for three seconds and forced herself to look away. Draco rolled his eyes and strolled out of the owlry with his hands in his pockets.
The weather was warming up a bit and he enjoyed the wind blowing through his shoulder length hair. It wasn't in a ponytail today because it would be windy. He liked it when the wind tossed his hair.
He made it to the Great Hall for breakfast as the kids started shuffling in talking and yawning. He didn't sit next to Harry anymore. In fact, they sat on opposite ends of the table now.
Sometimes Draco would feel the prickling of a stare and turn just in time to see Harry turning away. The blonde knew Harry was mad at him for treating him as if everything they'd gone through had been for nothing.
Thankfully, when Harry decided they needed to talk again, he didn't pull Draco from the table by the collar. He watched Draco like a hawk and whispered when he passed by him, "Astronomy tower at midnight."
Draco didn't nod or turn his gaze, he kept listening to Naiara talk about how Professor Snape told him that he was to see him in the office after class. He was nervous and chatting a mile a minute.
Harry never went to the Slytherin common room after last class. He went straight to the library, to dinner, and after that he went to the Astronomy Tower to think about how the evening would go through.
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The Slytherin sighed, catching sight of the dog constellation his Uncle was named after. Uncle Sirius never really knew where the constellation was until Harry took it in his own hands to look it up and inform the man.
That day at Hogsmeade sent him to Professor Snape's office devastated. He found, to his surprise, that he did not cry as he sat in Snape's chair across from him telling him exactly what had happened. It hurt so much he wanted to lock it away. That's just what he did. Harry attended classes and studied for his N.E.W.T.s and ate his meals.
Harry shifted, his left bum cheek had fallen asleep. Draco stopped talking to him after his father left a second time. He was waiting in the Headmaster's office, strange because Lucius hated Dumbledore. They wouldn't let Harry in on the conversation and he argued that he was part of it and had every right to know what was going on.
"He's family!"
"That may be, Potter, but I can't do it. It's a matter between Mr. Malfoy and his father. I'm sorry." Professor McGonagall looked genuinely sorry, she really did.
"That's okay." Harry didn't allow himself the luxury of sulking, just in case Lucius came out and saw him in his misery. He wouldn't give Malfoy Sr. the satisfaction of knowing he'd broken him.
Hermione and Ron tried to cheer him up with jokes from Ron's brother's shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and Ron even made himself furry. Harry just smiled and nodded. They didn't give up, they spent weekends together playing games and studying, anything to get Harry's mind off of Draco.
Harry didn't know he'd fallen asleep until he felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder.
"Harry,"
"Mmf. . ." Harry groaned and rolled over to the side.
"Harry, wake up!"
"What?" Harry sat up and scrubbed his eyes like a grumpy child and stared at Draco. "Where am I?"
"Astronomy Tower, it's midnight."
"Oh. . ." Harry pondered his, scratching his belly until realization hit him and his eyes widened, "Oh!" He sat up straighter and ran a hand through his hair. He cleared his throat and sighed.
Draco rose a brow. "Ready, yet?"
"Yes. I thought you didn't hear me?"
"I'm a good actor."
Harry nodded, it felt so awkward. "I see."
"Is this going somewhere?"
"It depends."
"On what?" Draco stretched.
"What do you want?"
"Excuse me?"
"Am I wasting my time waiting for you to get over what everyone else thinks about this? Us? Am I wasting time hoping that you're going to wake up and want me back again? I know your feelings haven't changed. I've known you for seven years."
Draco leaned forward, hands resting on the edge of the tower. Everything seemed so small from up here. He felt a little bit important, just a little.
"Yes."
Harry didn't say anything. He didn't want to hit Draco or shove him over the side and say it was an accident. He just sat there staring at Draco's shiny black shoes.
"I love you."
His heart skipped a few beats and began to pump faster.
"But I'm selfish and I can't let things be the way they were. I can be your friend but I can't be your lover. I don't even know if I can manage to be your friend if I can't be your lover, so I don't know if we can even do that." Draco laughed humorlessly. "It's sad. The one time I felt good about something and the one time I actually work hard for something, it's taken away from me. It's enough to make anyone bitter, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that'll do it."
"So what do we do?"
"Doesn't seem like there's a lot we can do, does there?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around his knees. He felt helpless and afraid.
Draco shrugged. "I don't know."
Harry smiled for a moment and stood up.
Draco panicked for a moment when he heard movement behind him. He didn't know what to expect when Harry grabbed his shoulder and whirled him around so fast it made him dizzy.
He's going to hit me, Draco kept telling himself.
Harry held out his hand and smiled, "I'm Harry Potter."
"Excuse me?" Draco's voice was flat and his mouth open. Harry chuckled and nodded.
"I'm Harry Potter. What's your name?"
"Uh. . . Draco Malfoy."
Harry grabbed his unoffered hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you."
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March 9, 1997
Delano,
I have been getting your letters and are very proud of the way you handled things throughout your seven years at Hogwarts.
I never owled you a reply because I felt that if you were forced to, you would see the light in the tunnel that you were in without outwardly advice. I was correct, if I can be so bold in saying.
Hera is a fine owl, you chose well. When you didn't give her instructions as to who to give this to, she came to me. She's very smart. Underestimated, I think. A lot of the students usually pick the younger owls. With age, comes wisdom and familiarity. Have you watched her fly? She holds her head up high. The most human animal other than Fawkes. Birds are extraordinary.
The questions we all ask at one point in our life can only be answered with another question, "What do you want out of life?" If you can answer that, "Why am I here?", "What's my purpose?" and such other questions needn't even be considered because with that answer to, "What do you want out of life?" you can unveil so many things that were once unseen.
Good luck on your N.E.W.T.s
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
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The End