Dumbledore's Diary
written by Hugh Wellington
"For the first time, I write to myself every day of my life.It will always be good to read and remember what I have lived with since I was a director at Hogwarts.It will be a memory for me ... or fun for fools Let them read these words "- Albus Dumbledore
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Albus, the Director
Chapter 2
Is it really me? Yes. Apparently it's me. But, after all, how did it turn? I think only a madman would feel unhappy to get where I am now. I woke up like a simple ministry employee and now I end up laying down as a director. It sounds pure madness, but, it's true. I, Albus, am now Head of Hogwarts.
It all started this morning. As long as I have gone about some business in the ministry my brother stayed home to take care of Filem [Filem was Dumbledore's nephew who, for private reasons, did not go to Hogwarts.] Philem was still a child, and naturally she was curious. I still remember looking into your eyes and seeing your intense curiosity in asking me, constantly where I was going. You have to be patient. After all, I was the uncle.
After leaving the Ministry he had gone to Diagon-All to address me to Gingotes. The Ministry had given me a special delivery of Nicolas Flamel. It was a stone known as "Philosopher" that had been stored after its author gave permission. As soon as I arrived, I had to endure with the arrogance of that elf. Always the same! But anyway ... I had to. With my calmness I accepted the fate and the cause that led me to that place. After the delivery I went through friends of the ministry who with affectionate greetings called me "director." I, of course, did not call and started laughing to reflect on their doo-ting, after all I was just a simple employee.
After a short conversation, I started to return home. As soon as I arrived, Filem was gone and my brother had left a message on a scroll. Open it. He had written a list of things that Filem had stirred. Whenever Filem stirred me, my brother, he had that bad (or good) habit of warning me. Poor and good man! Always watchful ... After reading the list (this time was quite big!) I wrapped the parchment again and it was at that very moment that I heard something come against the front door. I opened the wooden door and saw an owl wandering the dirt floor. Typical wanderings of those who had stumbled and fell to the ground. Poor owl! The owl had a letter in its mouth. I thought to myself who the letter was. Without giving great importance it would open it. It was a letter from the Minister of Magic himself. The letter was written in well-written letters, and even if it were not for its perfection, I can still imperfectly describe what was written on it:
Dear Mr. Albus Dumbledore,
(I always get pissed off when somebody treats me for lord.) After all I'm still only 37 years old, which for me is to be, reasonably young!)
I hereby inform your excellency to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Subjects will be revealed on time and on the spot. I'll be waiting for you in the Main Hall at 4PM today.
Grateful.
Until then.
Respectful greetings.
As soon as I read the letter I ate something. I put on my cloak of ceremony and set off for Hogwarts. As I passed people, they, with respectful movements, greeted me as a director. I just smiled. I got on the train and I got to school around 15.45. Just in time to meet the minister.
He was waiting for me in the main hall, which, being a holiday season, was empty. I always had a certain charm for Hogwarts.
I sat down and listened carefully to his words.
I, of course, was confused ... but glad too!
After a long conversation the minister was still talking to me about a [SECURITY CUTTING DIALOGUE].
As soon as the conversation was over, I left the main hall and walked as if in some uncertainty. But glad!
I arrived home. I packed things up as best I could. By the end of that day go to Hogwarts which is now my new home. And here I am.
Now I write these last sentences with which I end my day. I look back and see the man I was and what I am now. I also contemplate these other Hogwarts directors who are in the picture and I hope to fall asleep happily. I fall asleep now, and no matter how much it costs me, I well know, and I want one day also to portray me in a picture where my memory will last forever.
Albus Dumbledore,
Director of Hogwarts.
Start my way.
[END OF MEMORY ONE]
It all started this morning. As long as I have gone about some business in the ministry my brother stayed home to take care of Filem [Filem was Dumbledore's nephew who, for private reasons, did not go to Hogwarts.] Philem was still a child, and naturally she was curious. I still remember looking into your eyes and seeing your intense curiosity in asking me, constantly where I was going. You have to be patient. After all, I was the uncle.
After leaving the Ministry he had gone to Diagon-All to address me to Gingotes. The Ministry had given me a special delivery of Nicolas Flamel. It was a stone known as "Philosopher" that had been stored after its author gave permission. As soon as I arrived, I had to endure with the arrogance of that elf. Always the same! But anyway ... I had to. With my calmness I accepted the fate and the cause that led me to that place. After the delivery I went through friends of the ministry who with affectionate greetings called me "director." I, of course, did not call and started laughing to reflect on their doo-ting, after all I was just a simple employee.
After a short conversation, I started to return home. As soon as I arrived, Filem was gone and my brother had left a message on a scroll. Open it. He had written a list of things that Filem had stirred. Whenever Filem stirred me, my brother, he had that bad (or good) habit of warning me. Poor and good man! Always watchful ... After reading the list (this time was quite big!) I wrapped the parchment again and it was at that very moment that I heard something come against the front door. I opened the wooden door and saw an owl wandering the dirt floor. Typical wanderings of those who had stumbled and fell to the ground. Poor owl! The owl had a letter in its mouth. I thought to myself who the letter was. Without giving great importance it would open it. It was a letter from the Minister of Magic himself. The letter was written in well-written letters, and even if it were not for its perfection, I can still imperfectly describe what was written on it:
Dear Mr. Albus Dumbledore,
(I always get pissed off when somebody treats me for lord.) After all I'm still only 37 years old, which for me is to be, reasonably young!)
I hereby inform your excellency to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Subjects will be revealed on time and on the spot. I'll be waiting for you in the Main Hall at 4PM today.
Grateful.
Until then.
Respectful greetings.
As soon as I read the letter I ate something. I put on my cloak of ceremony and set off for Hogwarts. As I passed people, they, with respectful movements, greeted me as a director. I just smiled. I got on the train and I got to school around 15.45. Just in time to meet the minister.
He was waiting for me in the main hall, which, being a holiday season, was empty. I always had a certain charm for Hogwarts.
I sat down and listened carefully to his words.
I, of course, was confused ... but glad too!
After a long conversation the minister was still talking to me about a [SECURITY CUTTING DIALOGUE].
As soon as the conversation was over, I left the main hall and walked as if in some uncertainty. But glad!
I arrived home. I packed things up as best I could. By the end of that day go to Hogwarts which is now my new home. And here I am.
Now I write these last sentences with which I end my day. I look back and see the man I was and what I am now. I also contemplate these other Hogwarts directors who are in the picture and I hope to fall asleep happily. I fall asleep now, and no matter how much it costs me, I well know, and I want one day also to portray me in a picture where my memory will last forever.
Albus Dumbledore,
Director of Hogwarts.
Start my way.
[END OF MEMORY ONE]
