"Phoenix Delphinium Aurelius Ruth Bagshot," said the goblin, peering down at me with a gentle curiosity.
"That's my name," I said, peering back up at him with a rather similar expression. "Though, if you'd like, you can call me Phiri."
The goblin continued to eye me for a moment. "Well, Miss- Mr?- ahem, esteemed patron, do you have the key to your vault?"
"I do," I said, pulling it out of my pocket and setting it on the desk.
The goblin lifted the key and eyed it in silence. "Very well, esteemed patron. Come with me, please."
I followed the goblin through the bank- ever an enjoyable experience. We stopped in front of the vault that Dad had opened just for me- it had been enchanted to have access to everything in his family vault, as well as my father's. My other father.
Okay, for clarity's sake-
The guy I lived with, I called him 'Dad'. He did father me.
The other person who fathered me- magic is glorious- is the one I refer to as 'my father'. I'll never call Dad 'my father', and I only call my father 'Dad' to his face, and, you know, in that case the context will be fairly obvious. So, just to get things sorted- I have my Dad and my father, and Dad is the one I live with, and through magic they both fathered me together, alone.
Anyway.
I gathered one of the seven pre-sorted satchels I had made for each year- I was heading into my third year, meaning of course that two of the bags were already gone, so I suppose you could say I grabbed one of the five remaining pre-sorted satchels.
There would have been a better way to word that, but I don't feel like going back and fixing it and I like the chaotic vibe.
"Thank you kindly, good sir," I said as I backed out of the vault. The goblin nodded and closed the vault, and then, we headed back up. I bid him adieu and went about my day.
I was freshly thirteen, and as such, Dad had granted me further freedom- just a bit. Of course, Dad was... An unconventional man, and I'd always had a fair bit of freedom, but as I wandered around Diagon Alley alone, I felt uniquely untethered, entirely unbound by familial duty. I did not need to perform the grand performance of a darling child; I could be a fly on the wall- or, rather, cobblestone- entirely without notice from anyone around me.
People recognized my dad. People recognized me, too, sometimes, though not very often when I was alone.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a great, renowned wizard. His child was a scholar in school and a wix that showed great potential- but I was still merely a child. I had done nothing of note; my past two years at Hogwarts would have been of great note, if it weren't for the greatness that my dad had done in his own first two years. I did not mind living in his shadow though- it was a vast, great shadow, and I could accomplish much of what I wanted while remaining blissfully under-considered, spared from the bondage of publicity.
Better to be underestimated and come out great than to be overestimated and come out a fool- or, as the looming return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named inched ever-closer- much, much worse.
This year would be different, though how, I knew not. This year, the famed Harry Potter would return to the magical world, and begin Hogwarts.
Dad had given me a series of tasks to complete. I knew he meant to shape the route that Harry Potter would take, and I knew he meant for me to be a rather useful tool in that particular goal.
I was to befriend Harry Potter. I was to assess and analyze the decisions and opinions that he had formed regarding the happenstance that would occur around You-Know-Who and the philosopher's stone. I was to take careful note of the discoveries he made and how he came to them.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Phoenix Delphinium Aurelius Ruth Bagshot
Fiksi PenggemarDumbledore married Grindelwald in the end- the latter's still in prison, but love is blind. They had a child in 1978, a child they called Phoenix Delphinium Aurelius Ruth Bagshot, saving them from the infamy of the Grindelwald name and sparing them...