Son of Dumbledore

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Hello everybody!

This is my fanfiction about Dumbledore's son, Jake. I know there are going to be some raised eyebrows, but I suggest you wait and see!

Index:

Prologue

Chapter One: The Beginning
Chapter Two: Feeling Welcome
Chapter Three: Lake's worries

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Prologue

My name is Jacob Adam Victor Parcival Dumbledore. I know what you are thinking after reading the title of this story. I am going to clear things up from the start and answer your questions one by one.

Isn’t Dumbledore gay?
Yes, he is.

Or are you Aberforths son?
No, I am the son of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who is gay.

So you aren’t his biological son?
I am his biological son.

But he is gay!
I knew that before you did.

How can you be his biological son then?
Because my father hasn’t always known he was gay. He doubted, but started a relationship with a woman he loved very much. Afterwards he knew it hadn’t been real love, but just a deep friendship he had confused with love. That woman is my mother.

Where is your mother now?
My morther died when she was still married to Albus Dumbledore. She had a heart failure.

I’m so sorry for you!
Thank you.

So… you are Dumbledores son, you say. Why don’t we know then?
He didn’t like to share his private life with the public.

I can understand, but a son… is it that much of a huge personal revelation?
Considering your reaction on this, apparently.

Well, I’ll believe you then.
Do as you wish. I just want my story to be heard.

It will be heard! Wait a second, I’ll get my friends to come and read it.
Thank you for doing that. So, now let me begin with the begin…

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Chapter One: The Beginning

I was born in Suffolk, a county of historic origin in East Anglia, England. It is situated south to Norfolk, east to Cambridgeshire and north to Essex. The North Sea lies to the east.
Suffolk is a low-lying county with Ipswich as a county town. There are few hills and most of the land is wetland and arable land. If you want to know more about where I was born, I suggest you use the Internet. Handy tool.
My mother, Susan Lewis Dumbledore, was very proud of me from the moment I was born. My father was beaming, they told me later. I was born in a Muggle Hospital, I can’t remember the name of it.
As I was only a little baby, I had no idea of how stormy my life would get after the happy birth and the calm childhood.
I remember my mother and father were around me as much as they could. They gave me everything they needed. They never had a fight where I could hear or see it, but sometimes I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I heard the hard words.
Mostly, my mother was blaming my father that he spoiled me too much, giving me everything I asked for within a second.
I remember the first time I drove a bike. It was a wonderful feeling, my father thought it was great. My mother didn’t want me to become too Muggle-ish, since I was going to Hogwarts at my eleventh.
My parents, both wizards, told me about us being that very soon. I grew up with it and it was normal to me. I was always very proud of my dad’s job; he was a teacher at Hogwarts. My parents had always warned me I shouldn’t tell anyone. If they asked me what my dad did for a living, I was supposed to say he was a teacher at a boarding school in Scotland.
Sometimes the words had left my mouth before I had realised I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about my dad’s real job. Kids used to laugh at me than, as if there were a school with the name Hogwarts. If they would have looked it up, they would indeed have found that there was no school with such name.
The way my father told me about Hogwarts made me long to go there with all my heart. When he was speaking of it, there was pride in his voice, and passion. There was nothing I wanted more than to see that place that had such a huge meaning to my dad.
The summer in which I turned eleven is the best one I can remember. We went to London, Diagon Alley to get my school stuff even before my letter arrived. My dad of course knew what I would be needing.
It wasn't the first time I went to Diagon Alley, but certainly the most magical one. Just the idea that I was going to Olivanders for my wand, that I was going to Flourish & Blott's to get books and quills and parchment for me filled me with excitement.
And than I was getting an owl, a birthday present of my uncle Aberforth. I was to choose one myself, uncle Aberforth would pay it back to my dad.
I choose a raven black one, not too large but large enough to carry letters and packages. His name was soon chosen: Too.
Too was a character in one of my dad's magical books and that person was how I always had imagined a best friend.
I went for a cauldron, too. And than came the magic moment: my wand.
I thought I was going to explode when we were entering the shop. I had longed for my own wand so much and now I would finally get it!
An old man with grey hair and large eyes, Olivander, helped me with my choice. After lots of trying, it became an ebony wand. Let me search for a picture. Ok, got one.

I was and am really proud of my wand. That day was so exciting and my father and mother were beaming too. That was the beginning of my true wizarding days.

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Chapter Two: Feeling Welcome

I couldn't wait for my journey to begin. Finally I was at King's Cross, platform 9¾. My trunk in my hands, my owl in a cage with me. My dad had already gone to Hogwarts the day before to take care of everything that needs to be taken care of at the beginning of a new school year.
My mom was with me, almost more proud than I was. People whispered recognising my mom as the wife of Albus Dumbledore. She waved at her friends and smiled friendly at everyone.
"You should really get on the train now, Jake," she said, slightly pushing me towards the Hogwarts Express.
"I'll send you a letter first thing in the morning, mom!" I tried to hide the sudden tears, as I realized I wasn't going to see my mother 'til Christmas. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and went to search a compartment. I ended up with a small boy in seemingly old clothes. His name was Anglacus and he was sitting next to a very tall girl, Angelique. It was funny to see those two together. I would have sworn Angelique was twice the size of Anglacus. They both seemed a bit uncomfortable with the situation.
"My name is Jacob Dumbledore, but please, do call me Jake." I reached out my hand to shakes Anglacus', but he was too dumbstruck to notice it. Angeliques eyes had also turned very big.
"Are you the son of the Dumbledore?"
"Assuming you mean Albus, yes."
"Wow, you know, he is such a famous teacher! My brother always talks about him," Anglacus said enthousiastically. He sounded a bit jealous when he said: "You have a modern name, a nice name. I feel so ridicolous... Anglacus... And they can't give me any nicknames, or it'd be Angie or something and that's a girls' name."
"Of course we can give you a nice nickname!" I said. "What do you think about Lake?"
"Sounds good."
"Then you're Lake from now on!"
Angelique was still looking at me with her eyes wide open. I started feeling a bit worried.
"Is something wrong, Angelique?"
She seemed to wake up from a trance. "No, it's just... I never thought Dumbledore could have a son."
"Well, he's human, you know."
"Yes, of course. It's just, my mother adores him. She always talks about how great he is, what an outstanding wizard and how lucky I am to attend the school where he teaches, to be educated by him. It's almost as if he is a God to her."
"That's heavy. He is very down-to-earth, my dad."
"I am under such enormous pressure," Angelique sighed. "My mother says I have to be in Gryffindor, or else she'll get me disinherited. Or I'd have to marry a guy like Dumbledore."
"Well... would his son do too?" I joked. Angelique blushed heavily, apparantly taking me serious.
"I didn't mean that," I said quickly.
"My parents want me to be in Gryffindor too," Lake said. "All members of my family have been Gryffindors, ever since we exist. I would be the first one who wouldn't be in Gryffindor. It would be a shame to my family."
"Jee, have you two got strict parents! My dad and mom say it doesn't matter in what House I end up, as long as I feel good."
"Well, your dad is Albus Dumbledore. You can pretty much do everything as long as you feel good, can't you?" Lake said sceptically.
"That is not true!" I replied sharply. "That's what everybody thinks! I have great parents, but they are normal. They punish me if I do something wrong and for sure don't give me anything I ask for."
We got to know each other better, chatting all the time. By the time we arrived at Hogsmeade Station, I felt as if I knew these people all my life already. It felt great. I saw a giant man waving and calling for the first year. I knew that must be Hagrid and followed him enthousiastically. I didn't understand the frightened look on Lake and Angeliques faces, but that was because I knew this was a good man.
He led us to small boats that floated to the castle over the Great Lake. Angelique and I joked about the Great Lake and Anglacus' nickname. We entered the castle where a tall man with a small beard was waiting for us.
"Welcome at Hogwarts, first years," he said. And did I feel welcome.

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Chapter Three: Lake's worries

I was very nervous. I wondered in which House the Sorting Hat would put me: Gryffindor, like my father, Ravenclaw, like my mother, or would it be Hufflepuff? Or Slytherin? My father had always ensured me that my House didn't matter to him. Slytherin did scare me a bit, I had heard a lot of stories about it. Next to me, Lake was literally shaking. He had told me his parents would never forgive him if his house would be Slytherin. They both had been in Gryffindor, and Lakes brother Mark was in Gryffindor too.
Angelique wasn't anxious in any way. She was very confident in the Hat, and sure that the Hat would sort her in the House that fits her best.
I was the first one of the three of us to go to the front of the Great Hall. My legs were shaking and I could barely speak. When I did, I had a squeeky voice. The Hat was placed upon my head and it seemed to be doubting.
"The brains for Ravenclaw, that's sure. And creativity is in there too. You may not have the guts for Gryffindor" - I was a bit offended there - "but you sure are a noble boy. Well, you may not be the hardest worker, but you sure are honest and loyal. Slytherin would do you good, you'd become more confident of yourself in there. Ah, well, Ravenclaw it is!"
The Hat shouted those last words and the applause resounded through the entire Great Hall. I blushed, walking towards the Ravenclaw table. I saw Lake looking at me, confused. He seemed to be disappointed, hoping and scared at the same time. It took me some time to understand where the disappointment came from: I was not in Gryffindor. I understood he had hoped I would be and the fact my father was a true Gryffindor, had given him even more hope. He was hopeful because maybe, just maybe, he'd be Sorted into Ravenclaw as well and we'd be in the same House. But there came the fear: if he was, his parents wouldn't forgive him. They didn't like Ravenclaw either. He was in a real dilemma.
In the mean while, Angelique had the Sorting Hat on her head. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be enjoying. As if she knew her House on beforehand.
"Ravenclaw!" I felt relief flowing through me. At least I had one friend in my House. Lake showed the same emotions. He was one of the last ones being Sorted. Three boys and four girls were Sorted into Ravenclaw.
"Warnstead, Anglacus."
Lake's entire body was shaking so hard that it was a wonder he wasn't falling apart. The Hat seemed to be doubting as well. After what seemed ages - and to Lake eternity - the decision was made: Ravenclaw.
I could see the tears in his eyes, but also the relief that he was in our House. He came sitting next to me, what probably felt more comfortable than sitting next to Angelique (her being so tall).
"My parents will kill me," Lake whispered desperately. "They will disinherit me!"
A boy at Gryffindor table was looking at Lake with the most piteous look on his face. That must have been his brother.
"Hey, you're in the same House as Jake and me," Angelique tried to comfort him.
"I'll just tell my parents I'm in Gryffindor, they'll never know."
I frowned my eyebrows. "I don't think so. Your brother..."
"He can lie as well. He's done it before."
"I just don't think it's a very good idea, Lake."
"I swear, they will kill me."
"I'm sorry, but what kind of parents are they then?"
"They'll hate me," Lake continued, as if he hadn't heard me.
"Look, Lake, they won't. They are your parents after all, it would be silly if they would hate their own son, just because he isn't in Gryffindor."
"Well, not everyone has parents like you!" Lake snapped at me. "Not everyone has a dad like yours! Not everyone has a mom who lets them do everything!"
"I'm sorry, but my mom does not let me do everything I want." I tried to remain calm, but I was sick of always hearing how much my parents probably spoiled me.
"Yeah, right," Lake said gloomy. "That's what you say. But would your dad slap you if you weren't in the House he wanted you to be?"
"No, but -"
"Well, then you don't know what you're talking about."
"This is ridicolous, really," said Angelique. She seemed really annoyed, and some other students were watching Lake in wonder.
"If this is how you think, well, you had better been in Gryffindor."
Now Lake didn't like to hear that either.
"What do you mean by that?"
"What I am saying! Seriously, stop whining and be happy! If your father really is that bad, just be glad you're not in Slytherin then!"
Lake didn't have an answer to that, he probably just realized she was right. The headmaster had ended his speech. We hadn't heard it because of the thing with Lake.
I saw the food appearing on the table, but it didn't startle me. I had heard about that.
There was steak, purée and apple sauce. It all tasted extremely well.

I was lying on my bed in the boy's dormitory. Lake had claimed the bed next to mine. Duncan had the bed on my right hand and in front of that was Jordans bed. Next to Jordan was Haydens bed.
It was late on the evening and everyone was sleeping. We had had a good time it the common room, where older students told us about Ravenclaw and Hogwarts. They were all very proud of their House.
Lake was snorking extremely loud, so I couldn't sleep. I knew I had to because the next day, the lessons began. But the rest seemed to be bother by it too. Duncan, a boy who seemed to have guts like no other, went to a dormitory of older boys and came back with a very sleepy Ravenclaw.
"Can you shut up that one?" he whispered, pointing at Lake.
"Of course." The student pointed his wand at Lake, murmered something and disappeared again.
"Thanks!" we whispered to him.
"It's ok for this time, but get someone else out of his bed next time."
"Sure!"
And then I fell asleep, dreaming of my life at Hogwarts.