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It all began in 1995... okay, I know I was born in 1881, but this is my story. Where was I? Ahh, 1995. Yes, that's it. When Tom finally did come out of the closet, not that he was gay or anything like that. We had a weird connection. His sexuality is something we can talk about another time, though.
He was late for the meeting because he found out.
Back in 1995, the Order of Phoenix was reformed due to Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The Minister still didn't believe me, which made it even more difficult for us to fight him.
He arrived at Sirius place at seven o'clock sharp. He walked quickly past the portrait of Sirius mother, Walburga Black. The woman could scream so loudly; he had seen her do it during class when he was his student. What a pleasant student she was.
The entire room was quiet when he arrived, as it should be.
Everyone was staring at him wide-eyed; that was not good.
Minerva and Molly were both blushing madly; the more he looked around the room, the more he could see that almost every female in there had done so as well.
It was Alastor who spoke first. “What…the actual fuck?”
Everyone was looking at Dumbledore's new robes; they showed a little too much of his legs.
He knew he had forgotten something.