#dumbledore imagine

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Loose In Hogwarts

Characters: Reader, Newt, Niffler, Dumbledore (all platonic)

Warnings: Absolutely none!

Summary: Newt gave you one task - keep an eye on the magical briefcase. And so you did… until the Niffler staged an escape!

A/n: Posting this one early. We could all use a comfort fic today.

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Did you mess up? Yes.

Was it your fault? Well, not entirely.

Nifflers are known to be quite tricky creatures and you had a plan to keep the blue-coated animal in your sights. Newt had expressly advised as much when he left his case of fantastic beasts in your hands.

What you hadn’t expected was a secret deal between the niffler and Newt’s favourite bowtruckle, Pickett.

One distraction was enough for the situation to spiral and now, there was a little thief scurrying about Hogwarts with his companion. You enlisted the help of Newt’s demiguise but when Dougall blended into the air and wandered away, you were on your own to fix the problem.

You passed dozens of students as you crossed the Entrance Courtyard. Thankfully, a few kind smiles and waves were enough to swerve by them without suspicion. You walked through the large doors and past the Great Hall, then up some short steps to the Grand Staircase.

Pausing at its base, a flicker of blue caught your eye atop a moving set of stairs but when you focused, you realised that it was only a blue ring that was being showcased by a Ravenclaw to his friends. A family heirloom, no doubt.

Then another brief blur of blue sparked your attention. It came from the corner of a portrait door as it closed. There was no fuss from the students who had been walking through the passageway but they hadn’t been looking at the ground. And the niffler knew how to sneak around in large crowds.

Following a hunch, you head in the direction of the portrait. A brief glance at the watch on your wrist told you that Newt was still busy in the outer school grounds for another half hour. Usually you wished him luck on his ventures but if the fwoopers chose to give him some grief while he collected their feathers, it wouldn’t be too upsetting right now.

Entering the portrait passageway, you followed the corridor with a keen interest in any trace of a nifflers mark. That’s when you saw a gold galleon on the stone floor that veered off into another corridor - one that you were quite familiar with. A single coin could have been a coincidence but when you came by a second piece of gold, you knew that you were on the right track.

At the end was another portrait who had grown to be friend during your years as a student.

Walking up to the silver frame, you expected to see a wise old wizard reading to his goat while watering his Flitterbloom. But the old man wasn’t there. In his place stood Sir Cadogan, sword brandished and pointing at the plant with suspicion.

“What kind of madman keeps such a deadly thing?” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his misinformation and coughed to announce your presence. The painted knight glanced and then held a hand out in your direction so that you would stop from nearing.

“Halt, brave one. I dare not let you endanger yourself while this beast is here.”

Stepping forward slowly, you tried to help the well-meaning portrait.

“Fear not, brave knight.” Sir Cadogan responded better with flattery. “That’s Flitterbloom, a twin in looks to Devil’s Snare but completely harmless. In fact, it’s docile enough to just be an indoor plant so there is no danger.” You said.

Sir Cadogan took in the information and then lowered his sword with a haughty laugh. “Good thing that I was here then.”

You passed off the silliness and then addressed him properly. “I’m in need to use this passageway, there is a niffler on the loose and-“

“What where?!” Sir Cadogan looked around frantically, sword in session again.

“In the castle,” you corrected and the knight calmed once more. “And I think he may have come this way while you were…” Fighting with an overgrown pot plant, you thought. “…busy.”

The portrait knight sheathed his sword and gave you a deep bow. “As you have helped me, it would be my honour to repay this favour.”

The frame swung forward gently and granted you entry. Stepping through, you found yourself in the corridor to one of your favourite school lessons. But before you could properly reminisce, sitting before a closed classroom door was your culprit calmly stuffing his pouch with a glittering necklace.

Got you.

But it seemed the niffler had heard your feet against the maroon carpet. He stood up in alarm and then made a frantic dash underneath the classroom door, his little body squeezing through until his feet vanished on the other side.

“Absolutely not.” You declared and burst through the doors after him.

Professor Dumbledore was standing at the front of the empty room and setting out various parchments for a lesson.

If he was startled, he didn’t show it. He simply continued his work while he spoke.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t teaching.”

It was true. You hadn’t thought about what would have happened if students saw you barge in like mad-witch escaped from Azkaban.

Humming back, you searched around the room for your thief while Dumbledore was still busy.

“I was thinking of inviting Aberforth for dinner tomorrow night.” He said, opening a drawer and retrieving a few ink pots.

You heard him but with an occupied mind all you managed back was a blunt, “He hates you.”

Dumbledore merely sighed. He closed the drawer and nodded. “He does. But he adores you which is why he’ll agree. Maybe we could bake him some pumpkin pie to sweeten the deal?”

“Filled with lovely gold.” You said softly in your sweetest voice.

Dumbledore was puzzled at the suggestion and finally turned. “Gold? Why-“

Crash!

It was all so fast but he saw you launch into a stack of books, sending bound covers all over the floor. He would have reprimanded you had the sight not been so comedic.

Dumbledore crossed his arms, a small laugh tugging at his mouth as he watched you recover and then leap over and under desks after something that was much faster.

“Is something wrong?” He wondered curiously.

“Wrong?” You huffed and stood up abruptly. Hair slightly dishevelled, you combed your fingers through it to set it in place while your eyes darted around for any glimmer of gold or a blur of blue. “Nothing’s wrong. Does it seem like it’s wrong? Why would you ask that?”

Dumbledore cleared his throat to stop himself from laughing outright at your attempt to lie. “No reason. You just seem a little distracted is all.” He said.

You sulked a little and grumbled. “Distractions got me into this mess.”

“And what mess is this?” Dumbledore asked innocently.

Catching yourself, you changed topic quickly. “Nothing of import. Do you really think that pumpkin pie will lure your brother into having a family dinner? Shouldn’t you talk to him like a normal person?”

Dumbledore leaned against the desk with a smirk. “Have you considered not diving headfirst into ancient texts that I carefully organised?”

You winced and looked at the mess in the corner. Oops.

You had no excuse for that incident but you could have sworn there was blue tail peeking out. Although the mess was preferable to the one Dumbledore was trying to start with his brother.

Who uses pie to ensnare themselves an invitation to dinner? He may as well - wait.

Ensnare… to trap.

Quite suddenly, an idea popped and you snapped your fingers at the wizard, eyes-wide with a plan sewing itself together.

“That’s it!” You exclaimed. Rushing over, you gave him a tight hug that almost toppled him over had he not hugged back. “You’re the best.”

This time Dumbledore laughed in kind, simply happy to be of assistance. Releasing him, you made a heading for the door. Reaching out an arm over a vacant desk, you gestured with your head. “Let’s go. I have an idea.”

In a small shimmer, a demiguise made itself visible for a few moments. It reached for the arm and climbed until it was comfortably perched atop your shoulder. With a small glance around the room, it looked at the professor before returning to full invisibility as you walked out.

Dumbledore watched the door close and pulled out a small candy from his pocket. He unwrapped it and placed the treat in his mouth. He then passed the golden wrapper into the waiting hands of the runaway niffler who had climbed atop the desk and taken to hiding behind the man.

~ Masterlist here ~

[yagirlpurplefox12]

Imagine:

Being a Muggle born student and having a crush on Professor Dumbledore

Male Reader

No romance/illegal/taboo (you are only 15)

Just a fluffy, tsundere crush on your favorite DADA teacher

Being in (House Name), you always wonder if you fit in. Maybe the hat made a mistake and sorted you in the wrong house? That’s what you have thought since your first year at Hogwarts, but over time you just got used to not fitting in with the majority of people. Not all was lonely, no, you had two great friends and somehow got along with every professors…even though you were a little temperamental and hard to read. Your smile could be you crying for help and your smarts and wit could be you trying to not show your weakness in a subject.

Newt Scamander and Leta Lestrange are your best friends and have been since the first year.

They were all you had…at least in the Wizarding as your parents and the rest of your family are muggles.

Then you started gaining another friend. Much older than you, but someone you could count on starting the end of your second year. Professor Dumbledore.

You were acting out. Which was nothing strange as teenagers do that on a daily basis…but you were very outspoken and through pranks on everyone, even the painting. By the middle of second year, everyone knew your name. So one day, Professor Dumbledore kept you after class so you and him could have a little talk. The talk did not go so well. He was trying to reason and you were boomeranging back, acting between a snake and a loud bulldog.

“You know, Mr. (last name), if you ever need to talk I’ll be here with open ears.”

And he was. You felt absolutely awful for treating him the way you did. Especially since he had been your favorite and best looking Professor from the first year you were here. So, you decided to give him an apology before going back home for the summer. Sneaking out to Hogsmead a little past curfew with Newt and Leta allegedly helping you do so, you went out and boy some bottles of butter beer, a nice leather journal and quill, and even a new grey coat.

When it was time to give him the gifts, which you even took time bagging and wrapping, you made sure it was just the two of you.

Knocking on his office door, he invited you in.

Pushing down how nervous you were, you sauntered in with a little smirk which only grew when he look at the presents in your arms. “Felt bad for giving you a hard time this year…you only wanted best for me yet I pushed you away. I’m sorry and I hope this will make it up,” you say truthfully.

“Mr. (Last name), you didn’t have too…when did you have the time to get—?”

“Who cares when I got these? I just, please Professor Dumbledore.”

He gazed at you for a while, making you feel embarrassed and a little clammy. His blue eyes twinkled in thought before accepting your plea and opening your presents.

Now to present time you will admit that you are in love without feeling awkward or judged. You’ve been judged by everyone except Newt and Leta anyways, so you don’t care about how anyone else thinks. Especially the pure bloods for not only do they already think they are better than everyone but now they can dislike you even more for being openly interested in a man. Interested in someone with the same gender as you.

Though, you are still struggling in life but you know how to handle it better and being strong mentally and physically helps with that. Newt, Leta, and you just finished lunch and you have a free period unlike the other two. Which sucks since you love hanging out with them, but having alone time feels good at the same time. Saying bye to them, you head to your favorite spot.

On top of the Astronomy tower.

Your favorite place to read, eat snacks, smoke some Mary-Jane, do homework, and daydream.

Apparating up there, you almost fell off if it were not for Professor Dumbledore grabbing you by the front of your robe and bringing you into his arms.

“Professor!”

“(First name), how many times do I have to tell you that apparating is still too complex for you? You landed on the ledge, not even in the safe area of the tower.”

“I’m working on it.”

“How about you work on it starting somewhere safer?”

He let’s go of you and stuffs his hands in his pockets, grinning at you while sighing. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You always wear it,” you mumble with a shy smile.

At first he doesn’t understand what you mean, but from what you are looking at, he chuckles and pats your shoulder. “You gave me wonderful presents and I cherish all of them. Except the butter beer, I drank that whole pack in half an hour.”

The both of you laugh and you feel the tension you had for the past two months leave your body. “Bloody hell. Think you cherished the butter beer Professor. Must have liked it a lot.”

“And I did as it was the thought that counts. You risked curfew to get me things that you surprisingly knew I would like because you felt bad about how you treated me. Not even those who I had dated or even family knows what I like…but you do. Why is that?”

He said the last three words to himself, which you know but still answer him.

“Because I like you Professor and I’m pretty sure you know that. I mean, c’mon, you’re handsome and funny,” you say without shame.

He chuckles looking away.

Afraid you are making him feel uncomfortable you open your mouth to apologize but he stops you. “You have grown throughout the years, (first name). Being more responsible for your actions and being honest with not just to everyone but to yourself also. I am flattered you like me, even though I am an old man. I have no doubt that one day you will be one of the most powerful wizards that even pure bloods will be intimidated.”

Biting your lip, you look him straight in the eyes, “If that happens, I want you to be there by my side.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to wait and see. Right, (first name)?”

“Right Professor.”

“Oh, and one question…where did you get Weed?”

“Uhh…”

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Part 2

[dumbladores]

Anger

Pairing: Young Dumbledore x fem!reader

All in all this is a darker Fic, but with a happy ending, so don’t worry. And we see Dumbledore in action which is, I assure you, very sexy!

Warnings: angst, abduction but also fluufff

When I had made my way back from diagon alley all went pretty quickly. I had heard a sound behind me in the steps up my room in the leaky couldron. I had turned around and seen nothing. Then I had turned again to proceed going upstairs and that’s when she stood right in front of me. Before I could even make a sound the had knocked me unconscious with a spell.

When I woke up, I was in some kind of carriage. No, it was some kind of back of a truck. My hands where tied up and I was gaged with some kind of cloth. I felt a sharp pain in my head as if something had hit me there very hard. When my. Ire got clearer I could make out three people who were sitting with and in front of me on benches on each side of the truck.

“Look who’s awake”, said the voice of a woman in front of me. A painful moan escaped my mouth when I straightened up. There was a black haired woman and an evil looking man sitting in front of me. On my right side there was another man, holding my arm tightly. He must have done so all the way along, even when I was unconscious because my arm felt numb.

I recognized the woman’s face. I knew it very well from articles in the daily prophet, which reported on her torturing and murdering innocent wizard and muggles. It was the face of Bellatrix Lestrange. The face of the man next to her though I couldn’t assign to any name. But I surely had seen it before.

I had been captured. I had to be in the hands of the most dangerous deatheater known. Now that wasn’t so pleasant a surprise.

Bella looked at me, cunningly, her tongue between her lips.

„So, you are Dumbledore’s sweetheart, aren’t you?”, she said. I tried to avoid her gaze. It made me feel more uncomfortable and I tried to arrange my position in the bench instead. “Look, she’s blushing Mulciber, now that cute. Though isn’t he a little too old for such a little girl as you? Did he force you and you didn’t dare saying no to Professor Albus Dumbledore himself? Nah, I don’t think so, I think you wanted him, too.” She laughed a horrible laugh. “You like powerful men, don’t you, princess? Yeas, she does” she switched over to my other side. Avery and Mulciber exchanged a look but none of them said anything. Excitedly Bella shifted around on the bank, while I tried to avoid her eyes that glowed insanely. “So, if you like powerful man, you’ll like the one we’re bringing you to. He is even more powerful than Dumbledore. You’ll like him.”

I tried to ignore her, staring out of the window behind Mulciber. It was dawn and there was still nothing around us but wide fields.

“It’s not his power? Maybe it’s something else. Maybe it is that Dumbledore has a really nice cock!” Bellatrix broke into a lunatic laughter which made my blood freeze. She leaned closely over to and stroke a strain of hair out of my face. “Is it true, girl, is it?” She asked hysterically and all serious again, a mad glim in her dark eyes. “Does Dumbledore have a really big nice cock? He’s got one, doesn’t he? Yeah, you’ve seen it, you’ve felt it, haven’t you? Does he fuck you properly with it? Do you like it, girl? Do you enjoy it when Dumbledore fucks you hard?”

“BELLA!” It was Mulciber, that shouted. “Shut up.m and stick to the plan. Let the girl be, he said.”

Bella looked at him furiously. “Don’t tell me what he said, Mulciber. Remember that I was the one to choose you two cretins to accompany me. He trusts me with it, not you!”

“Still, lets just get over with it”, Mulciber said. There was a slightly nervous stone to his voice as if he feared something.

Bellatrix pouted but didn’t respond anything. Then she turned to me again, mustering me from the distance. “Well, I can understand why Dumbledore fell in love with you, can’t you, Avery? Such a pretty little face..” She reached out for my cheek and slightly stroked over it which made me shiver in horror. “Though..”, she retrieved her hand, mustering my face thoroughly, “you’re not that extraordinary, are you? Just a pretty little face like there are dozens out there. So what is it about you, that Dumbledore sees in you that makes his heart all soft and so pitifully vulnerable?”

I blinked.

“Ah”, Bella said knowingly, “did I hit a spot here? You’re asking yourself that, don’t you? You are not sure if he truly loves you. You’re scared.” She laughed derisively. “Where’s Dumbledore now? Why hasn’t he come to save you yet?”, she whispered.

I couldn’t hinder a tear was running down my cheek.

“Maybe he hasn’t even noticed you’re gone yet. I mean, where is he now? Maybe he doesn’t miss you at all. Maybe he’s happy you’re finally gone.” Bellatrix snorted satisfied. “We’ll find out soon enough. And if he doesn’t turn up we’ll have the pleasure, darling.” She would kill me, I had no doubt about that.

Even i knew Bellatrix said those things to hurt me, to scare me, to provoke me to say something, I couldn’t help but flinch at her words. She really had hit a spot. Was Albus even going to save me? Maybe he hadn’t even noticed I was gone. Maybe he thought I wasn’t worth being saved and I realized that that was exactly what I was thinking. It was very well buried in the depth of mu mind but now that she had said it I knew it was what I was thinking. I don’t fell worth being saved, I wasn’t. Dumbledore was our biggest hope in the fight against Voldemort and it wasn’t and the risk of saving me wasn’t worth losing him. He wouldn’t turn up. And after all, I understood. No, more, I realised that I not only didn’t believe he would turn up, I didn’t even want it. He would risk his valuable life just to bring me back. It made no sense and I hoped he knew it. Of course he must realize it was a trap. That was obvious. But then he would have to be not stupid enough to step into it.

Suddenly, the wagon tumbled and came to stand. The three deatheaters looked at eat other rigidly. There was a bumb in the front and then silence. Avory on my right side looked nervously to Bellatrix and Mulciber, as if waiting for one of them to give an order.

„Mulciber, go look what’s going on“, Bella said.

Mulciberd eyes widened.

„It’s not him!“, Bella cried but in her voice there was a hint of fear. „It can’t be. It’s not time, they can’t yet be aware that she’s missing!“

Mulciber reluctantly got up and went to the doors of the truck. He opened them, luring and got out. We heard nothing. There wasn’t a sound.

„Quiet“, Bella hissed when Avory was about to move.

There was complete silence. Then-

„It’s okay, come outside. We have to fix this wheel. Oh gosh.“

„You go help him“, Bella said and pointed at avory. „Go help him fix the damn wheel. I’ll stay here with her.“

Avory went outside the truck. Then we heard a scream. Bella froze, as if holding her breath.

„I insist you come outside Bella“, said Mulcibers voice. I could see how the wheels in Bellatrix head were spinning.

„Cone outside“, said another voice, a familiar voice but nonetheless strangely alien.

Bella grabbed my hear and pulled me to her while pointing her wand in my face. It touched with my skin and burned it at the touch. I gasped.

„If you make any move I’ll kill you, I swear“, she hissed. Then she tore my by my hear with her out of the truck.

Dawn lay on the fields around us and there was no village, no house in sight. Mulciber lay spread-eagled on the narrow path the truck had taken. Left from him, there were two men standing. The one with his hands raised above his hands and the other one beside him, pointing at him almost elegantly with his wand. It was Dumbledore.

Bella intensified the grip in my hear and I could feel it pulled out at the roots. „Dumbledore!“, she cried hysterically and drove her wand into my neck.

„Its over, Bella!“, Dumbledore said calmly but his voice had a tone I never heard in it before. The always so friendly and calm voice had completely changed. It sounded menacing. „You’ve gone way too far. I’ll let you go peacefully if you give me (Y/N) now. If you decide to do anything other than that, it will get very unpleasent for you.“

„Oh Dumbledore I don’t think so. I’ll bring this little darling of yours to him and he’ll do things to her you can’t remotely imagine! He’ll torture and abuse her until you surrender.“ Bella’s hand trembled in my hair in excitement.

I saw a shadow in Albus eyes and for one moment he looked so weak as I felt in that very moment. But then his traits hardened and his gaze went dark. He looked frightening now. Also Bella seemed to have noticed because she made a step back, tearing me with her. A wind seemed coming out of nowhere, blowing up the dust on the way. The sky seemed to darken further as the clouds were gathering above us, rumbling menacing. Even though Dumbledore hadn’t moved his wand one bit it seemed like he provoked a disturbance in nature.

„You can’t disapparate here“, Dumbledore said and made a step in our direction, never letting us out of sight. „I lied a spell in a radius of one mile.“

„Always so foreseeing“, Bella said. I noticed that she tried to slowly move us around the truck. „But what will you do if I kill her?“, she screamed and now I could clearly hear the panic in her voice. She was still moving backwards and dumbledore came slowly towards us, Avory was frozen on the spot. Dumbledore made a move with his wand and the whole truck, around which Bella had tried to cover flew ten meters in the air and then smashed right behind Bella, which made her stop.

„I’ll say it just one more time, Bellatrix. Let her go.“

I felt the grip loosening in my hair. Then, in a sudden movement, she pushed me from behind towards Albus. Then I felt a pain in my back, where her curse hit me. I fell in Albus arms, he caught me and I gasped for breath but I couldn’t. Something was hindering my lungs at absorbing the air. Something was completely cutting of my breath. Albus Lay me down on the floor and I could see the dark figure of bellatrix fading in the upcoming night, as she ran away through the field.

I desperately tried to inhale air, while Dumbledore knelt over me, murmuring words with his wand pointed at my breast. But he didn’t seem to work. It had to be dark magic or a curse he didn’t know of. Slowly, my sight faded. Dark was beginning to fall over me. I saw Albus hastily murmur magic formulas but his pretty face seemed to get more and more blurry. How beautiful he was. He had saved me. I couldn’t complain. Whether I would die now or not, he had saved me. It was enough. And he was there. Those pretty blue eyes, now distorted with fear. There was fear in his eyes, I saw it. He didn’t have to fear anything though! He had saved me. Those lips. How much I wished I could have felt them one more time on mine. Why wasn’t he kissing me? Why did he talk to me? He knew I couldn’t respond. He should kiss me!

„..Kiss!“, I managed to say. But then, all went dark.

The first thing I heard, was the crunch of the wagon jolting on a rough track. When I tried to part my eyelids, it hurt. they were heavy like if I had never used them before. When I managed to open them, I found myself in the inner of an old wagon. The sort of where farmers transport animals but closed from all sides despite a door in the front. But it didn’t smell like animal or hay. I lay also very comfortable. Actually I couldn’t remember having ever laid so comfortably in a bed. It was a bed indeed. And I was covered with tons of smooth blankets and my head laid on the softest cushion that could exist. I flinched a few times in utter confusion, having no idea how I had come here. Then, the memory seeped in. Suddenly and alarmed I raised up. Hadn’t I been captured and transported in some truck?

A figure next to me also moved. I turned my head around and saw his face. Albus was sitting in a chair right next to where my head had laid a few seconds ago. He seemed surprised at how fast I had raised. Confused, we looked at each other a few seconds.

„It’s all good“, Albus said calmly. „You’re safe. Lay down. You need to rest.“ His voice was as I knew it again, although there was something in it I couldn’t quite make out.

He wore his grey coat and wore the hat I liked so much. Through the door I could hear somebody whistle. This wagon had to be moved by horses or thestrals. That would also explain the unsteady movement and the swaying of the wagon.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my chest and I groaned and my hand shot up against it. Albus, who had jumped up, helped me to get down on the cushions again.

„You have to rest. You were hit pretty badly by the curse. But there will be no permanent damage. Not physically, at least.“ he blinked his eyes fast in his typical manner. Even now I noticed that feature and it made me feel safe.

„The curse...“, I said slowly. That’s what my memory hadn’t recollected yet. I knew something had happened to me and that I had somehow become unconscious but my memory struggled. „What happened? You saved me? I mean ... obviously but-“

I looked up. Dumbledore mustered my face. There was sadness in his eyes.

“I did”, he said slowly. In his eyes flickered pain.

I sunk deeper into the cushion, suddenly feeling tiredness on me, like a heavy weight on my chest.

“You have to rest”, Dumbledore said and took a deep breath. “There’s no medicin but rest that can be done.”

“What was it?”, i asked. “The curse she hit me with. What was it?”

“It was dark magic. A pretty simple curse that made your lungs collapse. It ... it was a pretty cowardly attempt of Bellatrix to flee but it worked. I wouldn’t have let her get away with it if I had reacted more quickly. But... it took me a little time to fix it. To heal you.“

I swallowed. „Where are we?“

„A very old friend of mine driving this carriage. It’s a safer way to travel for you now than apparaing. I didn’t want to risk anything that could worsen your condition.”

He watched me calmly, something strange was in his expression.

“I never wanted to put you in any danger”, he said.

“I know”, I said.

“I should’ve known that you’d be a major target now. I shouldn’t have just let you go in public like that. I was naive. I should’ve known better. And you suffer he consequences now of my stupidity. For that I’m sorry.“

I didn’t want to listen, I felt so very tired. I knew he felt guilty. I knew he thought he was responsible for all this.

“I will never let you be harmed again“, Albus said slowly, looking at his feet.

I turned my head to him. He avoided my gaze.

„It was stupid of me to think... I was careless by thinking we could...“ he breathed heavily when he finally looked up to me. „I have many enemies. I should have known they’d come after you. I should have known I was putting you in great danger. I was selfish. I should’ve known better - that means, I DID know. But I acted against my better knowledge. For that there’s no excuse. I’ll...we’ll have to -„

He was about to say what I feared. It was as the curse again hit me. I sharp pain in my chest made me clinch my eyes.

„We’ll have to be more careful“, he said. „Well not separate again. I promise. I love you so so very much.”

And he leaned in to kiss me again.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 337

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Year posted - 2019

[nerdcc-1701]

Love Through Time

Pairing: Young Albus Dumbledore x Reader

Warnings: Time travel and mentions of death.

Word Count: 1,334

Summary: Age is but a number, but what happens when Y/N meets her soulmate and he is old enough to be her great grandfather? Not everything happens in order and love is no different.

Authors Note: There will not be a romantic relationship between the older version of Dumbledore and the main character. There is a reason time travel is involved. Also I am using the Fantastic Beasts version of the young Albus mostly because I prefer they way he looks over the way he was described in the books.

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Everyone was born with a tattoo of the name of their soulmate on their wrist. The person who you would love with all your heart, who you would do anything for and vice versa. It was the most magical thing in a world of magic, and for Y/N it was no different. She knew her soulmates name as if it was engraved on the backs of her eyelids. It was a part of her now, more than anything else. Her parents weren't quite as sure though and even though they never mentioned why to the young girl, they always tried to come up with reasons why late at night when they discussed her mark. It wasn't until Y/N turned 11 that she realized why.

She had recieved her Hogwarts letter earlier in the summer and had been extremely excited to attend the school of magic ever since. Her parents had taken her to Diagon Alley and bought all her school supplies. As a gift they even bought her an owl. And on September 1st the young girl made her way to Platform 9 ¾ and began the journey to the rest of her life. She was also excited to see if her soulmate would be there.

When they arrived the young girl could hardly contain her excitement. She, along with the other first years, stood in a group and waited to be sorted. When it was her turn, Y/N made her way up to the stool missing the knowing look from the wise old wizard at the table behind her and allowed the sorting hat to fall onto her head. Moments later the hat let out a shout of “Y/H” and she made her way to the table that was currently cheering for her. It was only after all the students had been sorted that Y/N spotted the wizard with a long white beard stepping up to a podium.

“Good evening students, both new and old. For those of you who don't know, I am Professor Dumbledore.” Though the man kept talking, Y/N couldn't seem to hear him through the fog that had overtaken her mind. With a glance down at her robe covered wrist, Y/N couldn't help but be confused. She turned to her right where an older student sat listening intently to what the headmaster was saying.

“Pardon me, but do you know what Professor Dumbledore's first name is?” The boy gave her an odd look before replying.

“Albus. His name is Albus Dumbledore.” She couldn't think straight after he spoke. Lifting her Sleeve just enough to see her soulmates name tattooed on her wrist, Y/N let the fingers of her opposite hand trace the dark letters there. ‘Albus Dumbledore’ was written in neat cursive lettering standing out against her skin. This couldn't be right.

Five years later found the young witch growing up fast. With a war on the horizon and her friends and family in immediate danger, Y/N had almost completely given up on figuring out her confusing tattoo. She hadn't spoken to the headmaster for more than a few moments since she first started at Hogwarts. She was almost positive that he had to have known something was up as he would have her name tattooed on his wrist as well. Her friends, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all knew about her tattoo, but they were just as confused as she was. It was the summer before her fifth year that she finally got a few answers. The Order of the Phoenix had been reinstated with the rise of Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament last year and she had been living in the Headquarters for the last few weeks after Arthur Weasley brought her there from her parents house. She hadn't been allowed to sit in on any of the meetings until Harry arrived.

The first time she sat through the meeting, Professor Dumbledore was there. She absentmindedly traced her tattoo through the whole meeting, catching the wise old wizards attention. When the meeting was adjourned, Albus called out for the young witch to stay behind. Her friends gave her knowing looks before leaving the room. “Yes professor?” Y/N asked, chewing on her bottom lip with nerves.

“I've been avoiding you since your first year and I believe it is time you learned why.” The tired old man explained that he knew what her soulmate tattoo would say and that he too had one of her name, but it was more complicated than the age gap between them that she had originally thought of. “You see, I've already bonded with my soulmate. You and I have met many years before you first came to Hogwarts as a first year.” At Y/N confused look he chuckled. “In two years time you are going to be forced backwards in time to my past. I met you merely a few years after I became a Professor at Hogwarts. You helped me through the grief of my younger years and taught me that love transcends everything, including time. For you, this is a journey not yet begun, but for me, well, I have all the memories I need as well as the promise of seeing you again when it is my time to rest in peace.” They spoke for a long while, going over what was to come even though the older professor refused to give away what their relationship had in store for the young witch.

A year later saw Y/N watching as her soulmate was murdered in front of her. She had known it was going to happen though he had sworn her to secrecy when he told her, but it didn't make it any easier. For the next year she felt as if she was just going through the motions. Helping Harry and the gang find the horcruxes was the least she could do. When the final battle came she fought valiantly. Firing spells left and right. It seemed as though she would either win or die trying, but as she spun to face her next opponent two spells hit her chest at the same time. Perhaps it was the mix of the two spells or perhaps it was just magic, but Y/N found herself falling through a dense fog. It seemed like she was falling for days though she had no way of keeping track of the time when she finally landed. Her body hit the ground hard and her sight seemed to fail her for many moments before she was able to see a pair of shoes in front of her face. Looking up slowly she saw the face of a young man in his early twenties kneeling next to her. He had brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard to match, but what stunned her the most were his piercing blue eyes.

“Are you alright?” The man asked, his gaze filled with concern as she struggled to find an answer.

“Yes, I think so.” Y/N pushed herself up into a seated position, wincing as she did so. “Where am I?”

The man chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he gazed upon the young woman. “You must have hit your head harder than I thought. You are at Hogwarts. What is your name?” He asked. Y/N held out her hand in greeting, blushing slightly as she realized she was still on the ground and probably looked a mess.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.” The man smiled widely, his eyes glowing bright with an emotion Y/N wasn't familiar with.

“Y/N. A beautiful name for a stunning woman. I am Albus Dumbledore.”

For a moment all the air seemed to rush out of Y/N's lungs and she couldn't breathe. Her mind couldn't comprehend the information just spoken even though she had been prepared for it many years in advance. A soft “oh” is all she could manage while Albus smiled at her.

“‘Oh’ indeed.”

[imagine-a-fangirl]

You and Albus had a history together, one that barely anyone knew about. You had heard he was teaching at Hogwarts, it had been a shared dream of the two of you. Getting back, teaching at the school you had loved so much attending, Dumbledore as a Transfigurations professor and you as a potions teacher. The only thing you hadn’t taken in consideration was the fact that those feelings you had all those years ago would come back like it was only yesterday.

A/N: A little preview for a story I’m posting tomorrow. (also posting the one with Newt tomorrow

[diddilysquatbubkis]

You were the (your favorite hogwart class) teacher and he was the defense against dark arts teacher. The hours you two spent together were extraordinary, and he trusted you with everything. If he discovered something, you were the first to know about it. You fell in love with him because of it, and he with you. You were with him through thick and thin. Your heart was devoted to Albus Dumbledore.

[imagineyoucouldfly]

Well, hello there.