Chapter two.
Dumbledore.
Since the moment I saw the new director of the school come through that door, I new he would change my spot in the castle. Every new director did. I hated this. And if any student finds me, they changed me again. Albus Dumbledore was his name, as I had heard.
When I saw him, I was completely surprised. All directors had something in common, and this was that they all seemed strong and brave enough to control a place like Hogwarts. But Albus, he was different. He seemed a fragile man, a hurt person. And when he saw himself in the mirror, I knew I was right.
He was there, with a little boy and a little girl. They both hugged him, and then two adults came and hugged the children. This was the image of a happy family. And I supposed he hadn't had the happiest infancy.
Tears came out of his blue eyes. But, what Albus didn't know, is that he wasn't the only one feeling this. I was with him. He was not alone.
Suddenly, the image changed. In it, a young brown haired boy hugged the old man. A young man with green eyes. But Albus saw the child with questioned eyes. He didn't recognized the little guy, and so didn't me. Years later, when Harry Potter, was coming to see me, I would recognize him.
I felt very bad since the director would know where my position in the castle would be. I hoped nobody would know. Dumbledore turn his back on me, say goodbye to his memories and disappeared me into another room.