Albus Dumbledore - Blog Posts

dumbledore: i knew god was toxic when me and him kept sending kids to eachother back and forth

sirius: *exists*

remus: *cries*

remus: why the fuck do i have to be so gay???

james:

peter:

lily:

marlene:

dorcas:

mary:

hogwarts:

the staff:

dumbledore:

scotland:

great britain:

europe:

earth:

solar system:

milky way:

universe:

sirius: *turns around*

"come on lily, dumbledore said they are coming!"

lily jumped on her feet and her breakfast almost fell off the table. how come peter knows something again and she doesn't? she hated not knowing things.

"who is coming?" she asked, trying to keep calm, though she wanted to take peter's head in her hands and shout why didn't i know???

" i though you knew about the tr-"

that's the moment when lily remembered about the triwizard tournament. mcgonagall told her that it's going to be this year in the summer holiday, when she met her at a café in london. but why this year? why in the time she was at school? and what if...she is gonna get picked?

lily tried to forget about her last thought. she concentrated on peter now. now that lily remembered about the tournament, she wanted to know more.

"durmstramg and beauxbatons?" she asked peter, now looking at him, tilting her head a bit.

"what?" he said, getting back on his feet.

"they're coming?"

"oh yea!" peter jumped." OH GOD LILY, WE NEED TO RUN, THEY'RE ALREADY HERE!"

"what? which of them?" lily asked, and her voice was a bit more of a shout, as everyone was running in the great hall, trying to get to the lake.

"I HAVE NO IDEA LILY, LET'S RUN!"

more coming soon on ao3, stay tuned!

Marauders era characters as things my friends have said part 42… or 43

Remus: guys hear me out… young Albus Dumbledore

Mary: I hate that it’s true

James: wait… what is he really that fine?

Remus: *shows image of young dumbledore*

James: HOLY MOLY!

Sirius: shiiiit… Mary your right I really do hate that it’s true

Marlene: I’d turn straight for him to be honest

Peter & Lily: *doesnt find him attractive at all*

Tom absolutely was missing a tooth or two. He's got a punch-able face and definitely annoyed the other orphans.

Going back to the cockney accent though 👀

This child absolutely learned how to fake a semi-convincing upperclassmen accent by people watching. I like to assume he learned to do this before Hogwarts either to make him a more desirable adoption candidate or just to make himself sound more trustworthy.

Speaking of, Tom 100% used his posh-voice on Dumbledore when they first met so he has never heard Tom's cockney accent.

No wonder Dumbledore thinks Tom was just built different. Tom went through an 💕I'm not like other girls💕 phase and never got a wake up call because he was too busy convincincing everyone else that it was true.

Look me in the fucking eye and tell me Tom Riddle had straight teeth as a child

That boy grew up in 1930's London in a muggle orphanage, his chompers had to have been a wreck

It was probably one of the first things he got bullied for, alongside his clothing and surname (because no decent Pureblood child has crooked teeth and in Slytherin there are only decent Pureblood children, honestly, what is Riddle even doing there?) and was almost certainly one of the first things he sought to change in his life using magic

I can just imagine him trying his best to be charming, learning how to smile without showing his teeth, talking without opening his mouth all the way & never letting anyone see him laugh for real bc any time someone catches a glimpse of his teeth it instantly undoes all his hard work bc at the end of the day- no matter how charming or clever he is- he's still just a mudblood gutter rat and his crooked teeth never let him (or anyone else) forget that

Until one summer (I'm thinking before 5th year, so around the time that he murders his relatives) he sneaks away from the orphanage to see a back alley Healer in Knockturn Alley to finally, finally get his teeth fixed (for a fee, of course, but they don't question where the money's from and Tom certainly isn't telling) and that September he strides into the school with the most winning smile money can buy, and suddenly it's over for everyone who once doubted him

With a Horcrux on his finger, noble blood in his veins, and a freshly winning smile, Tom Marvolo Riddle feels nothing like a gutter rat, not anymore

He's the Heir of Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four

TMR Fic Idea

Galatea Merrythought was the dark arts professor during Tom Riddle’s school years, retiring when he graduated. 

In this fic, Merrythought becomes Riddle’s mentor and was the one to introduce him to the many creatures (vampires, werewolves, giants, etc) who would’ve made up Voldemort’s ranks. Instilling in him a sense of adventure and treasure hunting that gave him the knowledge to find the lost Diadem in the first place. 

Merrythought takes him on wild adventures that are only possible because she has an illegal time turner. 

Tom accidentally becomes friends and fellow adventurers with Muggleborn Hufflepuffs Nobby Leach and Margot Doope, and Ravenclaw underclassman Myrtle Warren.  

Nobby being a blunt, angry little gremlin who says what he thinks no matter what others may say about him. He has no patience for his bloodpurity spouting Pureblood classmates and will throwdown for his fellow Puffs anytime, anywhere. Despite his rude, brash personality, his fellow Muggleborns still find him a compelling leader. Now, Tom and Leach together...they’re practically unstoppable. 

Margot is a cold, logical upperclassman who would likely fit in with the Ravenclaw’s if not for her dedication to her work. She refuses to believe magic and muggle technological advances can’t be combined and experiments with both. They often explode in her face, but she refuses to give up. 

Myrtle is always popping up where you least expect her, and annoying the hell out of Tom. She’s far sharper than her boy-crazy tendencies would have you believe, but she usually arrives at the wrong conclusion and still somehow manages to be right. (Much to Tom’s frustration.) 

Basically the Muggleborn friend squad you never knew you wanted. This time with an extra helping of the ignored and overlooked Hogwarts Houses, aka the not-Gryffindors. :D  

A group of friends working together to figure out wixen culture, their identities, and their place in the world. 

Also they’re all LGBT+ of some kind. You’re Welcome. 

TL:DR

Tom Riddle Hogwarts AU where he gets a supportive professor and muggleborn friends who go on wacky adventures together and figure out how to be human. 

And yes Tom is still messed up, but so are they. It’s not gonna be all sun shine and roses. See my other tom riddle posts for reference. I’ll likely be addressing most if not all of them. 

Tom Riddle & His Name

Alright this one’s going to get disturbing very quickly. WARNING: Pureblood inbreeding shenanigans. 

This isn’t going to be another post explaining why Tom hated his name because it’s a muggle name or because it’s common. I think that’s part of it, but I haven’t seen anyway address this angle:

Tom hated his name because of his mother. 

Alright, so at some point someone in Hogwarts likely tried to slip Tom a love potion. Let’s say, in his Seventh year. It doesn’t work, Dumbledore finds out and mentions this one study about how those conceived under a love potion are immune to its effects...and also incapable of love. (I think that last part is bs but that’s a different post). 

In his last year at Hogwarts, Tom is already aware that his mother was a witch and his father was the muggle. He’s already pinned the blame on his father for leaving, and placed his mother into the role of victim. He saw his father as having the power, and his mother as being weak. His father, the strong Slytherin-like Muggle who conned the weak witch Merope into sleeping with him. 

But this changes things. 

All of a sudden his mother is the one in the role of the abuser, and his father in the role of victim. It’s his Slytherin, Pureblood Mother who forced his oblivious Muggle Father into marrying her. 

She kidnapped and raped Tom’s father, and then when he escaped, and Tom was born, she named her son after her victim. 

And what were her first, and last, words for her son? She hoped, “that her son would turn out to look like his father.” 

Alright here’s where shit gets real.

What were the Gaunt’s known for again? Rampant and extreme inbreeding and incest. Cousins marrying cousins, sisters marrying brothers, etc. 

So mothers marrying sons? I do not find that hard to believe for this family.

When you replace “father” with “victim” the ickiness really shines through. So here’s Merope giving her child the name of her victim (and her father, who abused her, now those implications I like even less, if that’s possible) and the first thing she does is express a wish that he’ll look like her victim. What the Fuck.

So here’s the very real possibility that Merope could be thinking about grooming her small child into becoming her replacement Tom Riddle 2.0 husband, or at the very least a Tom Riddle that was dependent on her, had no other choice but to love her, and could not run away because there was nowhere to run. 

Tom probably pieced this together, promptly threw up, and very aggressively doubled down on his new chosen name.  

 TL:DR

canon Merope Gaunt would not have been a good mother, no matter what Dumbledore believed, and Tom dodged a bullet on that front. 

‘your obedient servant’ from hamilton, but it’s regulus black at dumbledore in whatever happened to the young young lovers

please tell me i’m not delusional

J. K. Rowling : Dumbledore was ga-

Homophobic fans over 20 : sToP rUiNiNg OuR cHildHoOd!

Dumbledore as a Mentor

Dumbledore is the most well executed mentor figure for Harry in the series, for two reasons.

First is what he represents. Since the very beginning of the series, he trusts him absolutely, and is along with the Weasleys the only adult with whom he shares that title. But Harry trusts Dumbledore even though he doesn't know anything about him. Harry, who has a pathological mistrust of adults, always feels that he can rely on him. He's the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared, and his very presence at Hogwarts makes it so that there is at least one place which Harry knows is safe.

And then he's killed. Just before the final book, before the last confrontation Harry and the Dark Lord will have, the man whom Harry though he could most rely on dies. The warm blanket of comfort and safety that Dumbledore provided is suddenly gone, and Harry must face Voldemort as his own man, no mentors to guide and protect him. His final challenge. "The last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been before" Of course, there was another protector left still, but Harry didn't know that at the time.

Dumbledore is also unique among Harry Potter characters in that he's the one who most understands the Harry Potter settings supernatural elements.

Fantasy and supernatural are not the same. Fantasy is when things that would not be possible in our world, indeed, what in the real world would be classified as supernatural, are mundane elements of the setting, as real and part of nature as anything else. Magic, dragons, spells, potions and house elves and all, is part of the nature of the world. They are not considered supernatural elements for wizards, the way they are for muggles. Supernatural elements are those that surpass what is perceived as natural in any given setting. Harry Potter as a series has both, and Dumbledore is the only character who truly understands them.

What am I talking about? Mainly (though not exclusively) Love, capital L. In Harry Potter, Love, unconditional, true, Love is more than just an emotion. It has magical reality, it tangibly affects the world. While it falls under the umbrella of magic, It is the most mysterious and least understood of the magics. It is ancient, and powerful beyond belief. It is what made Harry's mind agony for the Dark Lord to touch. What permitted Dumbledore to trust Snape absolutely (and if you want a more detailed analysis of how Love and Snape are fundamentally intertwined, and how his arc is among the most important in telling the message Rowling wanted to tell, read this meta by rex-luscus), what allowed Harry to survive the unstoppable Killing curse, when no one had ever done it before.

Most powerful mentor figures in fiction teach the protagonist powerful spells and magic. It's expected. After all, in most stories, the hero defeats the villain by growing to match them in power. Not so in Harry Potter. Harry, while a powerful wizard, and very talented in DADA, is nothing out of this world. He never approaches Voldemort's league. Whenever his killing curse fails, it is by supernatural mechanisms, that Voldemort cannot fathom but that neither fully understand. Lily's protection. Priori Incantatem. The supernatural phenomenon of the magical world. In both these scenarios, the first to understand what truly happened and explain is Dumbledore. In their private sessions, Dumbledore never teaches Harry powerful spells, or Potions, as many would expect him to (that role is left to other mentors of his, mainly Lupin and Snape). He teaches him philosophy, how to understand the mind of Tom Riddle, and about the nature of magic itself as a phenomenon. He teaches him wisdom, to understand the world. That's why, when Harry comes into his own, it is no surprise that he defeats him by understanding, on a deeper level, the Deathstick. Another of the myths and legends of the magical world, that is nonetheless real. When Voldemort casts at Harry his third and last killing curse, he dies, with only Harry understanding why. He has learned all that Dumbledore wanted to teach him. He has taught him to be wise.

Voldemort's main flaw is that magic only has value to him in so much as it is a tool that he can bring under his control to increase his power. He views it almost like a scientific discipline. And in those areas, the non supernatural ones, he is unrivalled. Dumbledore is at most his equal, but probably not. When they fight, they are evenly matched, even though Dumbledore has the Elder Wand. Dumbledore acknowledges him as the most brilliant student that Hogwarts has ever seen, a tacit admission that he is his superior. And yet, Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer to ever live. Why? Because he understands the mysteries of magic, knows that magic is a fundamentally supernatural force. Voldemort opened his mind to the power of magic, but could not see what lay beyond. His mind remained shackled, and he never did understand magic beyond what is conceivable by science. Dumbledore did, and that's why he's the only one he ever feared. And it's what makes him the perfect mentor for Harry.

Characters that fascinate me:

1. Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter): after re-reading HP again, I started to put more effort on dissecting the interactions between Dumbledore and other people, especially Harry and Snape. Dumbledore's strategies, plans and the use of emotions of other people for his favours and for the greater good is for me unlike what most people consider, admirable. I have heard many people mention the fact they hate Dumble's because he is "evil", I like morally grey characters and the fact is Dumbledore's actions were not evil in any way. Did he raise Harry to die? Yes. But that doesn't mean he did that for fun (or ounce presented a way to save Harry he didn't make sure to prevent his death). Every step Dumbledore took was to defeat Voldy in the end, who was committing mass genocide. To prevent deaths of hundreds, thousands of people, it was okay for him to sacrifice certain people (mostly Himself, Harry and Snape). I also think Dumbledore could or should have been in Ravenclaw or Slytherin because his qualities matches those houses more than Gryffindor (also can you imagine how conflicting it would have been for Harry if Dumbledore causally mentions he is a Slytherin or if he was a Ravenclaw there could have been more characters in that house than Quirrell and Lockhart of all people)

2.  Daria Morgendorffer (Daria): if there was a character that I could relate to the most, it's her. Daria's cynical outlook, her quick wit, her quotes are so entertaining to watch. Its really amazing to be able to have a character that represents the perceptions of the quiet kids. As one of them, Daria is the representation of rebellion against the power hungry, capitalistic and tone deaf world we live in.

3. Amy Dunne (Gone Girl): this woman sacres me. She is the epitome of the perfectly imperfect villainous yet fascinating character that captures your attention. She is a psychopath. She is a liar. She is deranged. And I can't help liking her as a complex person.

4. Wanda Maximoff (Wandavison): from her ability to manipulate the minds of all the original avengers (except Hawkeye) in age of Ultron to her batshit crazy powers in multiverse of madness (including the fact defeating the entire illuminati while dream walking), Wanda had come far from being just another avenger to one of most powerful beings in the current MCU. And all of that due to a mother's love, shows you how powerful loss and love can be.

5. L. Lawliet (Death Note): world's top three detectives, the boy who stopped WW3 as a kid, the blueprint for Wammy's house, the deductive genius who almost captured the worst serial killer in history. L will never cease to be interesting. His backstory reveals that L was always the best, no matter if he could defeat Light Yagami or not (he sort of did defeat Light as he knew Light was Kira the 1st time he met him). The most interesting aspect of L is how neutral his moral ideals are, on one hand he spends all this time (literally, as he doesn't sleep) to solve the Kira case, on the other hand he isn't reluctant to play with people's emotions and sacrifice certain people to reach his end goals. While L is the antagonist, everyone loves him as the hero to Light's protagonist villain. I do love L as much as the next person; what I love more than that is how he is just as morally grey as Light but stays on the grey part and never becomes the villain he could be, something that Light became.

6. Allison Dilaurentis (Pretty Little Liars): in my opinion, the most evil of the onscreen Mean girls (except for Courtney Shane and Chanel Oberlin). Allison in the first few seasons was the most fascinating aspect of the show, the sheer power she holds in Rosewood, the way she manipulates all her friends, the way she could destroy lives of anyone she wants is the best part of her character. But after her return from the "dead" she became kinda boring and not the fantastic villain we wished she was. Like, they could have made Aria "A" instead of evil British cousin and made Allison the one controlling Aria, as it was clear Aria was hiding something about herself, the show also gave many clues about her and she seemed be the person Allison liked the most among the liars (she also got the least torment from Allison as well as A). It makes sense if they were both working together. But no, that's too predictable! You have to pull the evil twin plot for shock value!!!!

7. Regulus Black (Harry Potter): he is the best example of a good Slytherin (*ahem* Snape *ahem*). The best thing about his arc is he used to be a death eater but changed sides after knowing how shitty Voldy is, protected his house elf and sacrificed his life for the world. And had a better reason for changing sides than someone very similar to him (*ahem* Snape *ahem*)

Ps: I did not die. Next time.

It's really funny that Dumbledore has such an interesting magical name "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore" and one of his middle name's is Brian...just some normal dude called Brian.

definitely

i think dumbledore was growing weed in the forbidden forest the whole time and that’s why it was forbidden. that’s also why he acts the way he does.

”happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

dumbly-door Prisoner of Azkaban

In Dumbledore’s Office

Fred: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Dumbledore: I don’t know, why?

Fred: To get to the idiots house.

Fred: Knock, Knock.

Dumbledore: Who’s there.

Fred: The Chicken.

Dumbledore: ...

Fred: ...

Dumbledore: I wont give you detention on one condition.

Fred: What?

Dumbledore: Go tell that joke to Snape.

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It really be like that but honestly I love it and always will 😌

Severitus be like...

😭

Translation

1. At first, Dumbledore considered the young man a “chessman”

2. An especially useful “piece” to take The Dark Lord down

3. But he ended up pouring too much love

4. And the “chessman” turned into a “human”, a kid he cared about

5. At last he let the kid used him as a “piece” to end the game

*Chess piece (棋子) rhymes with Kid (孩子) in Chinese

What a fucking savage dumbledore is like I’m rereading poa and it’s Christmas lunch or whatever and he offers the end of a cracker ( noise maker) to snape and when they pull it apart that fucking hat with the vulture comes out like damn he really did that shit to him after being embarrassed all term from it

Wait What?! Snape’s Daughter Chapter 1

Note: So I started writing this a while ago but never got round to publishing it. A.k.A I forgot about it. Then I remembered about while reading a fanfic and thought you know... fuck it I’ll finish it and upload it. So that's where we are now! Also sorry for spelling a Grammar. Also I know Snape is kind of OC in some parts but it works better.

Title: Wait What?!

Fandom: Harry Potter Obviously 

Rating: M- Swears, Mentions of abuse.

Summary: Two years after Severus Snape started teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he was in a relationship with a muggle trying to move on from Lily. Didn't work. Unfortunately the relationship only lasted a year before the two went their separate ways. All seemed normal for Snape after that. the only problem was that only days before the two split a child was conceived. Snape never knew he had a child. What happens when he discovers the truth the summer before her first year and her troubled childhood.

Isabelle Jones/Snape (I don't own the pic right to owner)

To say Severus was irritated would be an under statement. It was the summer between Gryffindor's Golden-Pain-In-The-Arse’s second and third year and all he wanted to do was relaxe, and do potions research, both things he couldn't do in the school year because he was either teaching or searching for Slytherins monster. But no! the old man wants to discuss something important Snape ranted in his head I swear to Merlin and back if it just that he has run out leman drops or Potter has some how gotten into trouble he is not going to like the consequences. 

“What is it Albus? Have you run out of those horrid muggle sweets?” Severus asked the headmaster of the school as he entered the office. 

“No Severus, I plenty thank you! Would you like one?” The old man offered the youngest professor. 

“No Albus, you know I don't like them.” Severus turned down the offer pinching the bridge of his nose “Why exactly am I here?”

“Well my boy, as you know around this time in the school holidays Minerva visits the Muggle-born student who will be joining us this year to answer their questions-” Albus started but was interrupted Severus.

“Spit out man! What does it have to do with me?” Severus snapped, his impatience clearly showing.

“You have never been very patent have you Severus”  Albus sighed “Minerva discovered something that should come to some interest to you” Albus explained indicating to the Head of Gryffindor House, who was standing by the  fire place, to take over. 

 “I was just about to visit a Muggle-born student by the name Isabelle Jones when I hear something very disturbing inside the house.” Minerva paused looking for the words the mother used “The mother was yelling at the child ‘you are just like your father a freak worthless piece of crap! Its because of him that you can do things you can. You look just like his you ugly bitch! You even have his huge arse nose! He hated you before you where even born! He left when he found out I was pregnant with you! He couldn't even stand you then and no one will ever be able to stand your presence-”

As Minerva recited the hateful words the mother was yelling at the child Severus felt his stomach drop. Please don't let it be true, Severus pleaded, the time fits the child could of been conceived shortly before we split, but Jones is a popular last name it could just be a coincidence... Besides I would never would of never of left the mother and child to fend for themselves I would of helped even if I was no longer with the mother.

“Then the yelling stopped and I heard the whimpers of a child followed by crack of a belt and a child's cry.” Minerva's voice showed her increasing anger “It was all I needed to hear to know I had to get the child out of that woman's care. I opened the door and quickly binded the mother and checked on the child to see if there were any injuries that needed to be healed on the spot. the poor thing was shaking like a leaf! I did my best to calm and sooth her as I could before bringing her to the infirmary. I remembered what the girls mother said about her father and asked Poppy to cast a spell to identify the girls parents.”  Minerva paused as she walked towards Severus her anger increasing. “Gust who’s name appeared. None other than our very own Severus. Tobias. Snape!” Minerva poked Severus chest as she said his name clearly angry with him.

Severus felt his hole world crumble down around him. I have a daughter... a daughter! Not only did I not know about her but she was abused by her own mother! “Shit” Severus whispered as he ran a hand down his face.

“Oh yes shit, young man! How dare you leave your own child! Not even-” Minerva started to scold Severus but he cut her off.

“Do you really think me so low Minerva? To leave a Pregnant woman to fend for herself! I didn't even know she was fucking Pregnant! Even if I was no longer with her and she told me I would of been there! I would take responsibility! I would of been there. Every. Single. Day. If I knew” Severus exclaimed pain evident in his voice. “You would think if I knew you two would be the first people I would turn to. I consider you two my parent, you care more than my real parents ever did... Imagine how it feels finding out that you have a child you never new about who was also abused, and in the same day having people who you consider your own parents accuses you of abandoning that child-” Severus’s voice cracked, the tears threatening to spill “you know what, forget it, I’m going to check on my daughter.” Severus said exiting the office to equally teary eyed professors behind. 

First day as a teacher

I have decided that I want to become a teacher and have also decided that on type first day I will scare the shit out of the new year 7’s starting at the school 😂

*first day of class and tiny year 7 students standing outside the room*

Me: *door bursts open marking the students jump* Everyone in and stand behind your chair *Smirks*

*students do as told*

Me: *as walking quickly towards the front of the class room makeing cardigan/cape blow in the wind* There will be no foolish pen clicking. In. This. Class. *turns to to class* I don’t expect many of you to know the exact science and art that is Music, but there can be a select few who have a small understanding. I can teach you how to capture the ears and insnare the mind. I can teach you how to write and compose. Music is a powerful tool it could lighten the darkest of moods and would even in extrem cases put a stopper in death!

Ever wonder why Dumbledore likes knitting patterns so much? Well, I shouldn’t be telling you this but Grandad’s wand is actually a knitting needle and he just uses the Elder Wand for show. Shhhhh….

Imagine if Fawkes could talk…just the comments he’d make on everyone that entered the office and the intense conversations he and Dumbledore would have…

The Whole Potter-Dumbledore Relationship

Is Dumbledore actually evil or is he way more tragic than anyone realized? So I’ve been thinking recently about Harry Potter, and by recently I mean for the past decade and a half. But recently, as “since Thursday, February 11,” I’ve been thinking about a very specific thing in Harry Potter. Over at Tor.Com, Emily Asher-Perrin has a fabulous reread going on (that’s almost over *sob*), and in her…

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For Your Own Good

Albus fished in his pockets for something to give the man. "I don't suppose you'd care for a spearmint humbug...?" Albus trailed off pathetically as the man gave him a baleful stare and moved on. Albus sighed and rubbed his short, auburn hair. It was only just growing back in.

"Stop fussing," his date said.

"Nervous habit," Albus sighed again and forced a smile.

"Look, there's nothing you can do for the poor beggers, as much as you try." His date seemed half amused, half exasperated.

Albus smiled thinly. "There's no harm in trying."

The golden haired youth looped an arm through Albus', and together they set off down the cobbled lane. After several strides into the dark alley, Albus found himself pressed up against the crumbling brick of a high wall as his date leaned in to kiss him.

"Jeremy, we'll be caught."

"So what? You can just, you know..." Jeremy mimed aiming, and then blasting, with his right hand.

"That would violate I don't know how many laws." That was a lie. Albus knew exactly how many it would violate, but speaking of them would only make his transgression of the first, the most vital law, all the worse; the Statute of Secrecy.

"Come on, Al. We fought in the fucking war. We died in the war. We've earned the right to enjoy a bit of freedom. It's 1945, for chrissakes!" This emphatic speech was undermined somewhat by the furtive dark of their surrounds.

They stood against one another, breathing loudly into the quiet. Albus leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Jeremy's mouth. "You're right. Of course, you're right. I've been living with secrets for so long, I've become rather accustomed to it." Jeremy looked Albus in the eye, naked pain and anger mixed with the deep exhaustion they all felt. The soldiers of the Second Great War.

Jeremy kissed Albus roughly, desperately, as though trying to draw his magic right out of him through that kiss. As though reaching for a miracle. Albus knew how he felt, returning the kiss with ardour. His hands clawed at Jeremy's shirt, burrowing beneath the thin material to caress his chest. Jeremy was more bold, fumbling with the buckle of Albus' belt.

"Wait, wait not here."

Jeremy groaned in frustration. "Why not?"

"It's cold, and muddy, and it's starting to rain— "

"Look, I'm not a breakfast in bed kind of guy here, Al! I like you, but can't we just have this moment? Here? Now?"

Albus turned his head away, and Jeremy cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry, Al."

"No, I'm sorry Jeremy. You reminded me of someone I had once cared for. Deeply. But I can see now this was a mistake."

Jeremy shook his head and turned to walk away. As he retreated further into the alley, Albus aimed his wand at Jeremy's back. With a whispered word, all memory of Albus was erased from his mind. Jeremy never looked back.

Tears streamed down Albus' face as he wandered the crowded streets, making his way slowly towards the Leaky Cauldron. Breaking his final Sickle on a Firewhisky, Albus knocked it back and climbed the stairs to his room.

Albus lay on his bed, realising too late that he had walked the length of London with his fly undone. Albus laughed, placing his hands over his face. Albus unbuckled his belt and reached beneath the waist of his pants. It truly had been a shame, he had liked Jeremy's fervent, if obnoxious and misguided, enthusiasm.

Albus stroked himself, thinking of a different golden haired youth. One recently incarcerated in Nurmengard. Albus pushed aside the grief, the guilt, the raw and maddening lust for power he harboured still, and concentrated on that beautiful face. The one who had smiled so sweetly while uttering those fateful words. Greater good. Albus groaned as he climaxed, not caring that he was still wearing his pants.

He lay for a while longer, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, spilling down his face to pool on the pillow.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Gellert," he whispered. "It was for your own good."

Hes my comfort character of course hes gay

Yall want "complicated characters" but can't even handle albus dumbledore lmao

"albus dumbledore is evil! 1!2!2!!!"

Guys just say that you don't understand him as a character... It's not that hard

So I saw the Whumpay prompts “Truth Serum” and “Magic Overuse” and thought, if I don’t write about Harry Potter I’m basically committing a crime.

So we all know Veritaserum exists and it totally should’ve been used to clear Sirius’s name, but for some reason it never happened. I wrote about it set during prisoner of Azkaban, except it’s Whumpay so of course things go wrong

Here’s my crackfic turned angsty hell based on Hermione having common sense and being a little morally grey featuring oblivious Harry, smart Ron, and stupid Cornelius Fudge.

Tw: Erasing memories, headaches on steroids

They had just broken the bars off his cage, the sound of the the metal falling away almost deafening. That’s when it struck her.

“Veritaserum!” She exclaimed. She couldn’t see Harry’s nor Sirius’s face, but she could feel the confusion rolling off them in waves. They both exchanged looks before they stared back at the bushy haired girl, Sirius with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

“Er- Hermione, what about Veritaserum?” Harry had asked, still planted in front of her on Buckbeak. She slid off the Hippogrif, landing on the stone floor with a small thud, looking back up at Harry.

“It’ll clear his name!” She turned to Sirius now, a smile on her face. “If you take some in front of the Minister of Magic and Dumbledore- well, they can’t very well send you back to Azkaban, can they?”

She was stoked, wand in hand as he grinned happily. Sirius looked dumbstruck. It was the most logical thing he’d ever heard, but for some reason he’d never thought of before.

“This is why you’re the brightest witch of our age.” Harry laughed, finally realizing what this meant- what this could mean. If Sirius was cleared, he could finally escape the Dursley’s. He could finally live with someone who cared about his parents for all they did, and most importantly, cared about him.

“Hermione,” Sirius said, a strange look on his face, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re a genius. Absolutely brilliant.”

Hermione was still smiling when she helped Sirius onto Buckbeak’s back. She was still smiling when she told Dumbledore to summon the Minister; when she told him her grand plan. She was still smiling when the Minister of Magic showed up, looking vaguely annoyed and entirely skeptical.

This would prove it. Right here- this moment, this would prove it. Sirius was innocent.

She held back a grin as he chugged down the Veritaserum, barely containing her glee when he confessed that he hadn’t killed James and Lily. She shot Harry a satisfied glanced when he explained that it had been Peter all along, that he was working for the dark lord. He explained that while he did try to kill him, all he got was a finger.

The tension in the room was thick, waiting for the minister to say something. She gave Harry’s hand a small squeeze in support, waiting.

The smile dropped off her face faster than the speed of light when he said it didn’t matter. Her eyes got dark when he ordered cuffs to be placed on Sirius’s wrists despite the damming truth between them. Her hand twitched to her wand when Sirius’s face dropped in realization that he’d have to go back. She watched the light in his eyes dim, and she couldn’t stop herself. Later she’d blame it on impulsivity- but she knew it wasn’t true. She didn’t feel bad for what she did, she felt vindicated.

“Obliviate!”

At once the Minister and his associate stopped, their faces going blank. A sharp pain pierced her own skull, but she didn’t care. From the corner of her eye she could see Dumbledores surprise, clearly not expecting her to do that, but underneath the shock she could tell he was proud. Sirius looked like he didn’t know whether to be stunned or amused, his face settling somewhere between the two. Harry of course was horrified, standing beside her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Hermione!” He yelled, sounding vaguely appalled.

“Don’t.” She snapped, looking back at Harry. “Just take Sirius and wait for me at the cell.”

He shifted on his feet then, glancing over the Minister, the blank eyes staring into the distance. “Hermione, you just-“

“I know what I did!” She snapped, looking back at Fudge. “If he doesn’t want to see reason, well…” she smirked, her hand steady on her wand. “Then I guess he just won’t remember this, will he?”

No one would remember this she thought, watching Harry free his uncle from the godawful shackles. Her head pulsed and she closed her eyes, trying to will away the pain. Hermione waited until she heard his footsteps retreating before she opened them. Once he was gone, she turned to fully face Dumbledore. He gave her a knowing smile, like he knew exactly what she was planning.

“You may not be doing the right thing, but you’re doing it for the right reasons.” He spoke softly, tilting his head ever so slightly as he turned to look at Fudge. “That man was proven innocent, and yet..” he trailed off, looking away from the minister.

Hermione hesitated, her wand faltering in her grip, her palms sweaty where the skin touched wood. Before she could speak, Dumbledore was already raising a hand to silence her.

“I shall take Mr Fudge and his associate back to the ministry. Once I return, I’ll be sure to get rid of any evidence, lest you want a migraine for days.” His voice was smooth but amused, she could practically hear the eyebrow raise, even though she couldn’t see it. Hermione blushed in embarrassment, her gaze darting to the floor for a second. “I promise, no one will know this has been done, my dear.” He leisurely walked over to the two men, like this was an everyday occurrence. (It was Hogwarts, maybe it was.) Dumbledore took ahold of them both by the arm, looking back with a soft but knowing smile. “No one but you.”

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Hermione didn’t feel any regret when she left the room, now holding her wand firmly, the time turner tucked safely under her shirt.

She didn’t feel any regret when she made it back to Harry and Sirius, both of them in varying stages of confusion and worry.

She didn’t feel any regret when she raised her arm, pointing her wand at the two of them. She let a small apology fall from her lips, a courtesy she knew they wouldn’t remember.

“I’m sorry Harry, Sirius. This is for the best.”

She didn’t feel any regret when their faces went blank, their eyes clouding over. She didn’t feel any regret when she got back on Buckbeak, leading them to think they had just broken the bars.

If the law wouldn’t allow Sirius Black to live his life, then Hermione would. She wasn’t cruel, she wasn’t mean, but some people deserved it. In her eyes, Sirius didn’t. If the price she had to pay was a splitting headache and nausea, then she would pay it. Headaches went away. Nausea went away. The trauma from living with dementors never disappeared. Hermione would be dammed if she let Sirius go back knowing he was innocent.

Later that night the two of them sat in the infirmary with Ron. Harry had taken the role of filling him in while Hermione sat in silence. She massaged her temples every once in a while, for the most part having her head rest in her hand. Earlier she had told them that she was tired, they didn’t question it. The headache raged like a hurricane, battering the inside of her head so violently she almost cried. Her vision doubled, she was so nauseous she genuinely debated grabbing a bucket just in case- but she refused to show it. Not in front of Harry. It would be too suspicious.

She wasn’t paying attention when he told Ron that he felt weird, like he was missing time. She didn’t hear him when he stated that the rescue felt much longer than it was, too focused on the cacophony of drums behind her eyes. Only when he turned to her to ask if she felt the same did she realize what he was talking about. She put her shaking hands onto her lap. Out of sight, out of mind, right? She did her best to sound genuine while she reassured him that everything was okay.

“I mean, the stairs did take a bit longer than usual,” she said with a convincingly thoughtful hum, “Maybe it’s just the adrenaline.. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Her voice was strained, trying her best not to show the pain. She gave Harry a bright smile, and he returned one of his own, even if his didn’t reach his eyes. She felt a pit forming in her stomach, but she quickly pushed it away. Third years weren’t supposed to use that spell, let alone know about it, but Hermione was no ordinary third year. She’d been gifted a time turner, what was one more secret to keep? Yes, her head hurt, a side affect of using magic to powerful for her age, but it was well deserved. She didn’t regret anything she did, even if it meant having a migraine. She’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

After Harry had gone to bed, Hermione stuck around. Ron gave her a side eye from his position on the cot but she rolled her eyes, ignoring the spike of nausea from the action. She gave him an unamused look, quirking up one of her eyebrows. “Really Ronald, everything’s fine. Why are you looking at me like that?”

For a minute he just stared, and she sat there confused. Finally he reached over, placing a hand over top of hers. “Whatever you did..” he paused, unsure if he should continue. “I know you had a good reason to do it.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, but she didn’t respond. Was she really that obvious?

He chuckled for a second at her confused expression, a small sound that filled the air between them. “There are painkillers over there, you know.” He said, jutting his head to a small bottle on his bedside table. “They work faster if you hold ‘em under your tongue- here, let me grab them for you.”

Her eyes went wide with shock and she looked away. Ron was a lot more observant than she gave him credit for, clearly. She heard him grab the bottle, having some difficulty flipping open the lid, and she laughed quietly at his struggle. Her gave her a small smile, finally getting it open with a triumphant yell. She shook her head, he was lucky they were the only people in here. She held out her spare hand and he shook three pills into her palm, closing the cap and putting it away.

“Take one now, and these two tomorrow.” He said firmly, now holding a small mug of water. She looked at him with a grateful smile, popping one of the magical pills into her mouth before she drank the water to help it go down.

“Thank you.” She said, setting the water onto the side table. He just shrugged, looking oddly smug. “What’re friends for?”

Ron gave her hand a pat before pulling back, giving Hermione an easy, reassuring smile. As the feeling of being stabbed in her skull slowly faded away, she smiled back.

You can also read this on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65405383