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"They say that a hero in one's story can be a villain in others so a villain can be a hero too" They say everyone are supposed to die one day Maybe if you aren't mortal then the only person to kill you can be you. My father was someone feared by everyone but not for me ,for me he was the best . Maybe if I wasnt powerful I wouldn't be able to do anything to bring him back to life but here I am , going to bring him back to life cause he is immortal he shouldn't have died he wasn't supposed to die I'll bring him back ,even if it kills me I'll bring all of them back And even death himself cannot stop me Cause my family's motto is" Always and forever" and they can't leave me alone like this .
Mikelsons were a bit worried hearing the motto of their family and curious of the person that is writting. Sirius- bring back to life?
The scene changes
'Privet Drive '
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Lily - What are you doing near my sister's house?
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known." He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
