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Albus Dumbledore (oddmenttweak) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

A part of Albus wondered why he would have shown this man - or boy, as he would have been back then - any of his memories. He supposed there was have been a reason, buried somewhere in that grey old head of his, although he could not think of it. Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing.

"That version of my life," he found himself correcting Harry, his tone quiet but firm. "You know more about that version of myself. My future here is likely to lead me down a different path." It seemed unlikely he would go on to achieve the same things in this society, after all. This world was a very different place to the one he had left behind all those weeks ago.

Still, he supposed he appreciated the sentiment. Even if the mention of his sister caused some distant shutter to come crashing down in the back of his mind. Quickly, before anything too hideous could worm its way to the forefront.

"But thank you for the offer," he continued, carefully. "I'll keep it in mind."

He supposed he could very easily just get up and go, now that Harry had said his piece. Whatever his thoughts on accepting the other man's help, Albus did believe that he would keep his memories to himself. If he was honest, being in the presence of someone who had that experience was still not sitting right with him.

But, he did have questions.

"Did you manage to take a look at my work over the week?"