The Forgotten Dumbledore

Chapter 3: The Letters

Ellinor Druella Malfoy,

  DISGRACE! HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THE MUDBLOOD SURVIVE!? WHY DIDN’T YOU LET HER ROT LIKE THE WORTHLESS MUDBLOOD SHE IS! AT LEAST DRACO WAS IN HIS RIGHT MIND AND GOT HIMSELF INTO SLYTHERIN! RAVENCLAW!? I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!

  YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY USELESS! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL CISSY HID THE HOWLER PARCHMENT!

Father

P.S. Don’t expect to be able to come home for the yule.

Dearest Ellinor,

  I am disappointed in you, firefly. You really shouldn’t have.

Mother

P.S. Your father’s mind is set. You will be able to come home for the summer despite everything, though, don’t worry, my child.

After reading the two letters, Ellinor’s eyes turned red. She bit her lip and was about to escape from the morning buffet, but I stopped her.

“What’s the matter?” I asked and put my hand on her shoulder.

She swatted my hand away and shrieked furiously, “All because of you, saving that mudblood!” and ran back to our dormitory. I stopped in disbelief. It finally occurred to me that despite her pureblood beliefs, she never said the “m” word until now, just for me. All of a sudden, I felt touched. All the heads of the Hall began to turn in my direction, but I didn’t care. I ran to our dorms.

I slowly walked to the door and softly knocked on the door.

“Go away,” Ellinor snapped. Her expression became impassive again.

But I opened the door and sat beside Ellinor on her bed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked again. Ellinor pointed to the two letters on her desk, quivering, and I picked them up. I saw her kneeling against the floor, her arms swiftly unlocking her leather case. I squinted in curiosity. What was that? Then, I turned my head to the letters again, and gasped when I read them. “Oh, Ellinor, sorry I didn’t know asking you to save a girl would be such…” my voice trailed off.

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