My Open Letter To Albus Dumbledore: Hotter Potter June Meme

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

…wherever you are right now…. I know you must be wondering how a muggle like me could ever think of writing a letter to you. Well, I don’t even know whether this letter would ever arrive at your perusal, since—you know—muggle world doesn’t have any mail service to reach wizarding world, least of all the place where you might be occupying right now after the most unforgivable curse had hit you. Still….I must write to you anyway, and tell you how your wisdoms have once changed my life, because it really did!

Oh, I almost forgot, allow me to introduce myself first; my name is Fanda, I’m a hardcore reader—and that’s how I came to know you and the wizarding world, thanks to Mrs. Rowling. Apart from that, I am also the only daughter of my dear mother and father—two humble persons in muggle world. In the last three weeks our family is facing the hardest crisis we have ever had—at least during my life—and the nature of the crisis has instantly reminded me of your wisdoms you have often shared with Harry. Now, how could I think that our family’s crisis has any relation with the wizarding world? you might wonder.

Dear Professor, Dark Arts does exist in muggle world too, just as in your wizarding world. The only difference is that not everyone here can perform it; but the dark arts—allow me to call them—performers used to sell their services to people who want to hurt their opponents. In short, my dearest father—an ordinary man who works hard for his family his entire life, always honest, honorable and religious—had been attacked by the dark arts by someone who hates him. Really Professor, when I read about Cruciatus curse in your world, I don’t usually think more than that it is cruel and wrong to torture another human being. But, when I was forced to witness my own father—one of two persons I love the most on earth—was tortured by a kind of Cruciatus curse, well…..it was really horrible! You wouldn’t imagine how it bled my heart to see my father curled up in pain, while I couldn’t do anything to ease it. Once I really wished I was a witch who had studied in Hogwarts and had learned one or two jinxes to heal it, at least to reduce the pain. Oh….if only I lived in your world, Professor!

Anyway, I am very grateful now to have read your wisdoms for almost seven years. Few things that are always stuck in my head: that love is the only magic which can protect us from evil, and “it was agony to touch a person marked by something so good” (from the Sorcerer’s Stone). Really Professor, although I am a muggle, I do believe in the most powerful magic ever exists in the whole universe: LOVE. Here we don’t call love as magic, but it’s magic after all for me because I can’t really explain what has happened in the last three weeks in my family. You see…every time my father had these attacks—he felt as if his right ribs were squeezed by a pair of invisible ‘hands’—what do you think we’d done to stop or ease the seizure? Some powerful medicines or ointment? We—my mom and I—could not think of anything like that, of course. We just do what was natural for us, to gently caress the painful part, because we love him and the only thing we can do is just love him, letting him know that we care, that if we could, we’d be willingly to share the torture to ease the pain a little.

And….believe it or not, Professor, our gently caresses DID ease the pain; the attack would subside little by little before finally be gone right after our caresses. Yes, it was absurd, right? But the three of us believe that it is not just a physical caress, because in it is our great LOVE. And as you always say, love is an ancient kind of magic and the most powerful weapon to fight evil; that only love can beat the evil, and it was a mother’s love too which had shielded Harry Potter from Lord Voldemort’s killing curse when he was a baby.

Oh, how I am very grateful for your teaching, Professor Dumbledore, although you never meant to teach me personally. Because of you, I now possess a strong faith that no evil power would ever destroy us, because we possess the strongest weapon—Love—within our bodies, flowing in our veins. We have neither learned nor practiced it; our Creator had planted it since we were born. And so we know, that it is most importantly at this particular crisis, that we must strengthen our love bound to be able to fight the evil as one solid family. And at the end, we know that we are going to win!

That is, Professor, my family’s story. Of course, love is not the only cure for what happened to my father; but the flowing of love showed by friends, families and relatives has been creating a series of helps, which I believe will cure my father completely at the end.

Once again, I want to express my sincere gratitude to you, Professor Dumbledore. But—no offense, please—above all, I must be grateful to our God for His abundant mercies for our family. You might not know Him—or do you?—but He is our Creator, and there is no more powerful magic on earth than His miracles in our daily lives.

With sincere regards,

Fanda

Muggle, your admirer

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I wrote this letter based on my own personal experience, for Hotter Potter June Meme's task: 

"Write a letter to one of Harry Potter series' characters"

This meme is sponsored by Loona Lovegood's blog, and I am a following there by email: fanda[dot]surabaya[at]yahoo[dot]com