Part of him wanted to scold Max in kindness, to tell him that history way important, as it taught the mistakes that should not be repeated. And one day, he feared, Grindelwalds way would be one of the tales of caution taught by history. And yet history was biased. HIstory was written by the survivors, the winners of war. No matter what happened, history would always be biased and as such, so was Bathilda. It was natural. It was nothing to blame her for.
“I couldn’t have stopped him, Max.” Albus said gently. He could not have. He could have tried harder, he knew that, but he also knew that he didn’t have the power to stop his former lover. He never did. Once upon a time he had the power to delay him maybe. But that was it. And he did, for a bit. That was it. Albus had remained close for Max after, but mostly close to his mother and so he knew a fair deal about what happened.
“Lucille knew as well.” He confirmed. “But it was not your father that killed her. Lucille grounded him in a way. Her death caused him to go so rogue so fast, Max. He loved her and I am afraid she shared his views. As did I when I first met your father. He is a very charismatic man and so Lucille followed him, loyally. Whoever killed your mother wanted to get to him. I assume it was one of his followers who thought Lucille and you were holding him back. And it worked.”
Max didn’t say anything for a very long time, lost in thought and information of what he just heard, and in mind going through all sorts of scenarios of what could have happened were his mother still alive, if his father didn’t turn out the way he did, of things that might happen in the future not just to him but to his godfather and great-great-aunt as well. It was really a lot to take in, and Max didn’t exactly know what to make of it all.
Did that mean that he potentially would end up the same, or that his father might come back to get him and recruit him into his lines? He didn’t know, and part of him didn’t even want to know.The young wizard took in a deep breath before slumping against his seat and looking up at Dumbledore, still having more questions than answers, really, though he supposed that some things were better left unsaid and unanswered.
"I could have been dead as well if I was at home.” It was more of a blunt statement than a question. The mere fact that he was at Hogwarts when it happened possibly saved his life. But even the fact of him being in Hogwarts didn’t guarantee his complete safety, even though max had a feeling that his godfather would take all the necessary precautions to make sure he’d be safe. “So what’s the plan? I’m relatively safe here, but what about the summer break? I’ll live with you?”
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