"Thank you for the concern Headmaster, but I'm quite alright in dealing with Dark magic. Even my grandfather never went mad even when he immersed himself in the Dark Arts. You see Headmaster, There was a fine line between light and dark magic. And I have been dancing on the line for a long time. The power offered by the Dark arts is surely tempting, but I had been resisting the seduction no matter how easy it is to just give in. What kept me from being seduced is that I had a purpose in studying dark magic. My purpose is actually the only thing that I've been holding on ever since my soul was tainted by Dark magic. I have people I care about, and I want to protect them. I'm afraid that if I lose them, then I'll lose myself too." In the end, I was already tearing up. Dumbledore just stared at me for a few minutes, before offering a handkerchief. After I calmed down, Dumbledore spoke first.
The Lost Heir (A Harry Potter Fanfic)
Fantasy · MapleLeaves
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