The Good
Chapter 1
When you are involved in something, branded with something, it seems impossible to find the right way to explain what happened without delivering yourself into a crime. The loss of ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE in 1997 was tragic, and to many sudden. What they don’t understand was that there were several people, on each side, planning for months and months, including Professor Dumbledore himself.
At the end of term 1996, I had finished my sixth year at Hogwarts. Padfoot had been killed in the Department of Mysteries and my father was recognised by the Ministry of Magic as “returned”. I didn’t return to Grimmauld Place that summer, I went back to Knockturn Alley, it had been a while. It is a house in which you obtain all manner of information, no wonder it was a Death Eater house. That summer we did not go for our usual “outings” but I was allowed to wander as I liked. It is in this house that Professor Dumbledore came to visit us. He came to visit my uncle. I finished my lunch, and they went down to the basement. This meant that he was sick.
I left and made a visit to a run-down place in Diagon Alley that Fred and George had just taken hold of. I must have been gone several hours but when I went back, they were only just emerging from the basement. I did not know the extent of it, but this was my first knowledge of the suffering that Professor Dumbledore was going through. The next week he came back for a repeat potion. This time I was asked to join them in the study to chat. I was told more. I was told about the part I may have to play. But the truth was he would die. My uncle had made his decision to play his role. He would be the healer and the killer. He would make sure that no student became a criminal and Dumbledore was certain that he would be made Headmaster in the meantime.
At the end of term 1996, I had finished my sixth year at Hogwarts. Padfoot had been killed in the Department of Mysteries and my father was recognised by the Ministry of Magic as “returned”. I didn’t return to Grimmauld Place that summer, I went back to Knockturn Alley, it had been a while. It is a house in which you obtain all manner of information, no wonder it was a Death Eater house. That summer we did not go for our usual “outings” but I was allowed to wander as I liked. It is in this house that Professor Dumbledore came to visit us. He came to visit my uncle. I finished my lunch, and they went down to the basement. This meant that he was sick.
I left and made a visit to a run-down place in Diagon Alley that Fred and George had just taken hold of. I must have been gone several hours but when I went back, they were only just emerging from the basement. I did not know the extent of it, but this was my first knowledge of the suffering that Professor Dumbledore was going through. The next week he came back for a repeat potion. This time I was asked to join them in the study to chat. I was told more. I was told about the part I may have to play. But the truth was he would die. My uncle had made his decision to play his role. He would be the healer and the killer. He would make sure that no student became a criminal and Dumbledore was certain that he would be made Headmaster in the meantime.
