Albus Dumbledore's Search for the Hallows: A Harry Potter Series Prequel
Chapter the Third
"Man's greatest fear is looking within himself"-Jacob Renesky
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I NEVER REALIZED HOW HARD IT IS FOR OTHER AUTHORS TO HAVE TO DO THIS…
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This is only a preview of Chapter Three, I'll have the rest done by next week, that's a promise.
I HAVE NOT given up on this story.
By the way, I hope everyone enjoyed "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1"- I know I did!
Albus placed the books on the shelf one by one, in alphabetical order as Mr. Burke had requested. He was using his wand to do so, and felt his right arm was getting a bit heavy from holding it up, so he switched to holding it with his left hand.
He had been working at Borgin and Burkes for almost 2 weeks, and felt it was the best experience he'd had since arriving at Godric's Hollow. He was better at trading with people then he thought he'd be—Mr. Burke said it was Albus' natural charm.
In the time he had been there, Albus had collected a set of rare jeweled alligator hearts from a one eyed man by East Densely, a curved black sword that burned in your hand if you held it too long from a woman in a shack by the mountains, and a monkey skin wand charm from-well, Albus didn't really like to talk about it.
Albus accidentally dropped a deceivingly light looking volume of snake charms on the floor, but before he could pick it up, his moves proved preemptive. Gellert flipped his wand and levitated the wand back on the bookshelf from across the room. Wingardium Leviosa, Albus thought. Like Albus, Gellert had mastered non-verbal spells, but Albus still liked to use words. It felt more right, somehow.
"Tut, tut my dear Albus. You got to stop acting like a muggle. Magic is Might after all." Gellert said wagging his finger. Albus rolled his eyes. That phrase Gellert kept using got a bit tedious. It was actually an old saying that meant magical people were special, not a purposeful insult to muggle people. Yet Gellert always hinted that was his perception. But it couldn't be, Albus thought. Gellert wouldn't be that thick.
Gellert was another good thing about this place. In those few weeks, he had become Albus' best friend. His first real confidant in a while, and in a way, they were better than his friends at Hogwarts. They were about the same level intellectually, so they were constantly challenging each other. Albus also felt it was nice to have someone so interesting to talk to.
"Mr. Burke is sending us on another mission, Albus." Gellert said to him from about three feet away, seeming to have zipped in from nowhere. "He wants us to go on this one together, since he said it might be a little hard."
"A little hard?" Albus asked. "What could it be we have to get this time. Like, the holy grail?"
"By the way he was talking it was more important. Apparently, it's a treasure chest that belonged to wizard pirate Arenzy Ishmael. You know the story, right?" He did. They learned in school that long ago, before wizard governments were formed, but knowledge of magic existed, there were wizard pirates who used their powers to steal treasures and such. Ishmael was one of the more renowned ones.
It was strange to Albus however. It was rumored that right before he died, he locked his treasure chest up with an unbreakable charm because he didn't want anyone to have his treasure, which was supposed to be the greatest of all the earth. But it was lost for centuries—but apparently, Mr. Burke knew where it was.
"Where is it?" Albus asked.
" It says on this slip of paper it belongs to a witch near the river."
"Okay, let's go" Albus said, putting the book down.
They gathered their things and headed out the door in the late noon sun, the bell on the door clanging wildly as it slammed shut.