Hey Eviee, here I go again, spending too much time trying to figure out who the little girl is.
Yes, you are very clever keeping us in the dark this long.
Oh well, at least it is a good story to be hooked on.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe she is Dumbledore's little sister in ghost form, but she feels too much in human form to be a ghost. Hmm, that sounds like it could be an interesting ff of some sort for my future ff.
So, then I began to wonder if maybe she is a daughter of Bellatrix. Hmmm, I suppose this could work... But would she be so sweet that she seems to be? I feel like this is meant to give us a clue;
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The darkness from that day still clung to the edges, they were there, just she chose to ignore them. For as long as she could, the story was just going to get darker and darker as her journey went on. She knew she was going to witness things a young girl should never witness but she was a big girl as her mummy used to say. She could handle it - could she?
I can't imagine Bella being sweet to anyone even her little girl, soooooo I'm kind of putting that theory on the back burner. My next and only theory I have; and I think it is my best one, she is ... now don't fall off your chair laughing at me, it is after all just deductive reasoning that I come to this conclusion. I think she is Fleur's little sister, and she has run away to find Harry Potter.
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Her lovely long red locks, twigs and leaves stuck to it making it look like a beehive. Or whatever? She however ignored it all, she could brush it all out later on. She had a hairbrush in her bag - she thought.
Ah but hang on...
I guess she isn't her unless she has
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lovely long red locks
I don't remember; she probably has long silver hair like Fleur's. Oh well, Eviee, consider yourself clever; I still don't have her figured out yet. (I see you there reading this and rolling on the floor laughing at my mental anguish.
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Anyway, off the subject of the little girl and my inability to figure who she is... I would like to say I love this bit;
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He heard their wishes, their pleas and he would do anything to help them. God he would but he couldn't and he knew it. The thought brought a tear to his eye, his shiny blue eyes that stood out more than anything else. Even his snowy white beard that's length came to his belt. Even though you couldn't see his belt these days. Not in his picture.
Dumbledore watched the world around him, heard their cries and hardships, and did what he could. he owned it to them. He loved them, always did always will. They were his children, he was their father, he loved them and they loved him. That was all that was really needed.
He saw the little girl alone on a mission of he choosing. The mother scared to death of the future. The traitor with a secret that threatened to burst daily. The friend who'd give her life for her students...
and the dark one who didn't wish but instead demanded.
He saw them all from his frame and did his best to help those that deserved it. They were worth it after all. He would die all over again for the little girl, the mother, the traitor, the friend...
He loved them all, his children, and his falling tears said so much more than words could.
That was enough.
Very nicely written. I hope to read more soon. It is spring break here, I hope if you get a chance, you can post some more soon. And don't forget, my curiosity does not require you to say if I ever guess correctly on any part of your ff. I am a big girl; I can take the suspense.
