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I
met
Albus
Dumbledore
at
the
age
of
eleven
,
on
our
first
day
at
Hogwarts
.
Our
mutual
attraction
was
undoubtedly
due
to
the
fact
that
we
both
felt
ourselves
to
be
outsiders
.
I
had
contracted
dragon
pox
shortly
before
arriving
at
school
,
and
while
I
was
no
longer
contagious
,
my
pock-marked
visage
and
greenish
hue
did
not
encourage
many
to
approach
me
.
For
his
part
,
Albus
had
arrived
at
Hogwarts
under
the
burden
of
unwanted
notoriety
.
Scarcely
a
year
previously
,
his
father
,
Percival
,
had
been
convicted
of
a
savage
and
well-publicized
attack
upon
three
young
Muggles
.
Albus
never
attempted
to
deny
that
his
father
(
who
was
to
die
in
Azkaban
)
had
committed
this
crime
;
on
the
contrary
,
when
I
plucked
up
courage
to
ask
him
,
he
assured
me
that
he
knew
his
father
to
be
guilty
.
Beyond
that
,
Dumbledore
refused
to
speak
of
the
sad
business
,
though
many
attempted
to
make
him
do
so
.
Some
,
indeed
,
were
disposed
to
praise
his
father
's
action
and
assumed
that
Albus
too
was
a
Muggle-hater
.
They
could
not
have
been
more
mistaken
:
As
anybody
who
knew
Albus
would
attest
,
he
never
revealed
the
remotest
anti-Muggle
tendency
.
Indeed
,
his
determined
support
for
Muggle
rights
gained
him
many
enemies
in
subsequent
years
.
In
a
matter
of
months
,
however
,
Albus
's
own
fame
had
begun
to
eclipse
that
of
his
father
.
By
the
end
of
his
first
year
he
would
never
again
be
known
as
the
son
of
a
Muggle-hater
,
but
as
nothing
more
or
less
than
the
most
brilliant
student
ever
seen
at
the
school
.
Those
of
us
who
were
privileged
to
be
his
friends
benefited
from
his
example
,
not
to
mention
his
help
and
encouragement
,
with
which
he
was
always
generous
.
He
confessed
to
me
later
in
life
that
he
knew
even
then
that
his
greatest
pleasure
lay
in
teaching
.
He
not
only
won
every
prize
of
note
that
the
school
offered
,
he
was
soon
in
regular
correspondence
with
the
most
notable
magical
names
of
the
day
,
including
Nicolas
Flamel
,
the
celebrated
alchemist
;
Bathilda
Bagshot
,
the
noted
historian
;
and
Adalbert
Waffling
,
the
magical
theoretician
.
Several
of
his
papers
found
their
way
into
learned
publications
such
as
Transfiguration
Today
,
Challenges
in
Charming
,
and
The
Practical
Potioneer
.
Dumbledore
's
future
career
seemed
likely
to
be
meteoric
,
and
the
only
question
that
remained
was
when
he
would
become
Minister
of
Magic
.
Though
it
was
often
predicted
in
later
years
that
he
was
on
the
point
of
taking
the
job
,
however
,
he
never
had
Ministerial
ambitions
.
Three
years
after
we
had
started
at
Hogwarts
,
Albus
's
brother
,
Aberforth
,
arrived
at
school
.
They
were
not
alike
:
Aberforth
was
never
bookish
and
,
unlike
Albus
,
preferred
to
settle
arguments
by
dueling
rather
than
through
reasoned
discussion
.
However
,
it
is
quite
wrong
to
suggest
,
as
some
have
,
that
the
brothers
were
not
friends
.
They
rubbed
along
as
comfortably
as
two
such
different
boys
could
do
.
In
fairness
to
Aberforth
,
it
must
be
admitted
that
living
in
Albus
's
shadow
can
not
have
been
an
altogether
comfortable
experience
.
Being
continually
outshone
was
an
occupational
hazard
of
being
his
friend
and
can
not
have
been
any
more
pleasurable
as
a
brother
.
When
Albus
and
I
left
Hogwarts
we
intended
to
take
the
then-traditional
tour
of
the
world
together
,
visiting
and
observing
foreign
wizards
,
before
pursuing
our
separate
careers
.
However
,
tragedy
intervened
.
On
the
very
eve
of
our
trip
,
Albus
's
mother
,
Kendra
,
died
,
leaving
Albus
the
head
,
and
sole
breadwinner
,
of
the
family
.
I
postponed
my
departure
long
enough
to
pay
my
respects
at
Kendra
's
funeral
,
then
left
for
what
was
now
to
be
a
solitary
journey
.
With
a
younger
brother
and
sister
to
care
for
,
and
little
gold
left
to
them
,
there
could
no
longer
be
any
question
of
Albus
accompanying
me
.
That
was
the
period
of
our
lives
when
we
had
least
contact
.
I
wrote
to
Albus
,
describing
,
perhaps
insensitively
,
the
wonders
of
my
journey
,
from
narrow
escapes
from
chimaeras
in
Greece
to
the
experiments
of
the
Egyptian
alchemists
.
His
letters
told
me
little
of
his
day-to-day
life
,
which
I
guessed
to
be
frustratingly
dull
for
such
a
brilliant
wizard
.
Immersed
in
my
own
experiences
,
it
was
with
horror
that
I
heard
,
toward
the
end
of
my
year
's
travels
,
that
another
tragedy
had
struck
the
Dumbledores
:
the
death
of
his
sister
,
Ariana
.
Though
Ariana
had
been
in
poor
health
for
a
long
time
,
the
blow
,
coming
so
soon
after
the
loss
of
their
mother
,
had
a
profound
effect
on
both
of
her
brothers
.
All
those
closest
to
Albus
--
and
I
count
myself
one
of
that
lucky
number
--
agree
that
Ariana
's
death
,
and
Albus
's
feeling
of
personal
responsibility
for
it
(
though
,
of
course
,
he
was
guiltless
)
,
left
their
mark
upon
him
forevermore
.
I
returned
home
to
find
a
young
man
who
had
experienced
a
much
older
person
's
suffering
.
Albus
was
more
reserved
than
before
,
and
much
less
light-hearted
.
To
add
to
his
misery
,
the
loss
of
Ariana
had
led
,
not
to
a
renewed
closeness
between
Albus
and
Aberforth
,
but
to
an
estrangement
.
(
In
time
this
would
lift
--
in
later
years
they
reestablished
,
if
not
a
close
relationship
,
then
certainly
a
cordial
one
.
)
However
,
he
rarely
spoke
of
his
parents
or
of
Ariana
from
then
on
,
and
his
friends
learned
not
to
mention
them
.
