Summary: What if Albus Dumbledore had never been born? Well, he was and
this is his story...
From the moment he was born in that small, cold cabin, people knew he would be special. His eyes were as blue as the clear ocean that could be found on the coast of Europe. His skin was smooth and fair. His hair was a beautiful strawberry blonde and, even at such a young age, parted to one side of his round head. His mother was not normal either, she was a witch and her husband was a wizard. In the world they lived in, witchcraft and wizardry were expected.
"We shall name him Albus," she said, "to match his pure, white, skin," she confirmed. Her face was drenched with a mask of cold sweat.
"Albus, I like it," sighed her husband, Isaac. "Now get some rest, Helena," he ordered.
"If you insist," she smiled. Although her hair was in tangles from sweat, and her eyes blood-shot, she was still as beautiful as she had been the day that Isaac had married her. As she laid her head down on the pillow that had been supporting her back, she closed her majestic blue eyes and fell asleep thinking that she was glad that her son had the same beautiful ones.
A/N: I will only continue if someone tells me to, I just want to know if any one likes the idea.
From the moment he was born in that small, cold cabin, people knew he would be special. His eyes were as blue as the clear ocean that could be found on the coast of Europe. His skin was smooth and fair. His hair was a beautiful strawberry blonde and, even at such a young age, parted to one side of his round head. His mother was not normal either, she was a witch and her husband was a wizard. In the world they lived in, witchcraft and wizardry were expected.
"We shall name him Albus," she said, "to match his pure, white, skin," she confirmed. Her face was drenched with a mask of cold sweat.
"Albus, I like it," sighed her husband, Isaac. "Now get some rest, Helena," he ordered.
"If you insist," she smiled. Although her hair was in tangles from sweat, and her eyes blood-shot, she was still as beautiful as she had been the day that Isaac had married her. As she laid her head down on the pillow that had been supporting her back, she closed her majestic blue eyes and fell asleep thinking that she was glad that her son had the same beautiful ones.
A/N: I will only continue if someone tells me to, I just want to know if any one likes the idea.