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A glimpse of a man was in the shadows. He took a step foreword. He had a short beard, and a couple of wrinkles.
Dumbledore.
I stood there dumbfounded along with Newt as I sat in his arms. "Hello Gellert." He treated with his hands folded.
"Hello there, Dumbledore." My father bowed his head as I did once before. "You actually think you can take this away from me?" He held his wand.
"I do believe that." My father struck Dumbledore, but he deflected it sending all of us back. They dueled for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes.
Dad was strong.
But Dumbledore was stronger.
Dad was sent back onto his knees, with a binding spell. Wizards and witches from everywhere came out of the shadows. They surrounded him.
My weak body stood up. "Father. How does Azkaban sound for you?" He only growled in response. They dragged him away.
Dumbledore walked over with out a scratch or bloody nose.
"Hello there." I was utterly confused at the situation.
