Found in the papers of Albus Dumbledore, written longhand on a piece of foolscap
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You would understand, I think, the words
I never thought I’d want to say. And yet
the want itself is deathly. I can’t forget
the weeping nights, silence screaming, absurd
ideas of words to say—as if you heard.
How much could you still understand?
As you watched us laughing, as we planned
to change the world for good—for those preferred—
you kept the frightened silence that now rings
thundering inside my every dream,
to warp with magic stronger than my own
the words I still can’t say—a thousand things
that weren’t—or were they?
How do these words seem?
Words and silence die unheard, alone.
—
Professor Minerva McGonagall, the estate’s executor, entrusted this manuscript along with other personal effects to Aberforth Dumbledore, the next of kin. The manuscript was rediscovered after Aberforth’s death, when it was found sewn into the lining of his jacket.
Amazing concept and delivery. I don’t always comment, but I read every post!
You should send this to Travis and post it on the Hogshead site!
AMAZING! I love it!
Really, really beautiful. Something from the secret side of the clever, wise, hilarious headmaster and hero… I love it.
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