The word count for the last chapter was, interstingly enough, 333. Did you know that there is a phobia known as Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia that is a fear of the number 666?

CHAPTER TWO

Peladophobia- Fear of bald people

Phalacrophobia- Fear of becoming bald

I, Albus Dumbledore, have never been known to lie.

I may conceal the truth, but I have always had a good reason for my actions.

I fight Voldemort for a strange reason. I'm sure no one else even knows about this.

You may not have noticed this, but Voldemort is bald. He is evil as well, but that is, perhaps, a by-product.

He wants everyone else to be, too.

It sounds outlandish, to be certain, but it is true.

I am 150 years old and I am still not bald. Quite the opposite. My hair is long enough to tuck into my belt. I like my hair. It annoys Voldemort.

I will fight to keep it.

Tom Riddle liked his hair, too. But he didn't know that as the Horcruxes changed his appearances, he would become bald. The whole world-domination thing is just a front. The truth is much more deadly.

He wants everyone bald.

I cannot let the world become that. I must stop him.

A world of bald teenage girls would be a very poor world, indeed.

So I fight.

For if I did not, the whole world would lose its honor, its integrity, and more importantly, its hair.

Not on my watch.