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258. Percival Dumbledore
Percival Dumbledore would never get to see his eldest son anointed the greatest wizard since Merlin, or help his daughter recover. Instead, all he saw was darkness.
The empty hoods of the dementors at his cell door, draining him of happiness. The cold stone of his accommodations, barely brightened by the slit window letting in the feeble light and biting cold from the North Sea. Percival's memories were shadowed by sadness, at both his impulsiveness and what he'd left behind.
He, himself, was neither Dark or prejudiced; he'd married a muggle-born! But a moment's madness branded Percival a blood purist.