[Book 2]
"Nobody realizes how fast time goes, until time ends"
Dumbledore finds his way over to Victoria Potter, to confess that he may have concealed a secret from her about her family.
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The day was bright, with sunlight streaming through the windows as Victoria approached her rather large house, a home she'd dreamed of for many years. She balanced her materials in one hand while fumbling with the keys in the other, finally managing to unlock the door.
As she stepped inside, a familiar scent greeted her, a comforting mix of home and memories. She placed her equipment down on the counter, relieved to be home early. Her husband, as usual, was buried in his work and unlikely to emerge for hours.
Victoria headed to the kitchen, craving a cup of coffee. She brewed a fresh pot, the rich aroma filling the air. Just as she poured herself a mug, she turned and gasped, dropping the cup. There, standing before her, was a familiar figure with a long white beard, twinkling eyes behind half-moon glasses.
"Dumbledore?" she whispered, her heart racing.
His twinkling eyes gave her a look she couldn't quite understand, and she felt her stomach do a backflip. The sight of him standing in her kitchen made her feel even more nauseated. What could he possibly want?
"Potter," he greeted her, rising from the chair he had pulled out for himself. His voice, though gentle, carried an unmistakable weight. "I'm sorry to intrude on your home, but we need to talk."
Victoria shook her head, lightly pinching herself to ensure she wasn't dreaming. When she realized she wasn't, she quickly cleaned up the mess she had made before returning to talk to Dumbledore.
She pulled out a chair in front of him, her tone firm as she said, "I don't think there's anything further to discuss."
He suddenly shifted the topic, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "New color?"
Victoria glanced at her hair, taken aback by the abrupt change in subject. "Yes, but—"
Before she could finish, Dumbledore stood up and began pacing around the room. Victoria followed him, trying to steer the conversation back to the reason for his unexpected visit.
"Professor, what is this about?" she pressed.
He paused, his attention caught by the materials she had set down. "What is your job?"
She sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I work with my husband at a filming studio. We are movie directors. I also own a cafe."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, the lines on his face deepening. "I see. It seems you have built quite a life for yourself here." He turned to face her, his expression serious once more. "Victoria, I need your help with something that concerns our world. It's urgent."
Victoria crossed her arms, shifting uncomfortably. "As in?"
"Yes, well," he took a cookie from the tray displayed before him. "I'll cut right to the chase."
