HP: Tattoo Patterns

This is a story about healing. There may be love, but it isn't forced. What matters is simply walking side by side. There is no intense passion. His first impression of Britain was: sky blue + countless little yellow high heels = those must belong to Dumbledore. That summer, Dumbledore picked him up, and the two of them spent their way from summer to the cold of winter knitting wool together. As soon as he finally recovered enough to move, he left Britain that very night, shutting himself away in a German castle for decades, devoting himself to research and keeping out of the world. Fate clearly couldn't stand his shut-in ways. He was forced to return to Britain. Only he knew how bitter it was to crawl out of a pool of corpses. Once he had recovered, he followed fate's lead, sent in his resume, and traveled from distant Germany to teach in Britain, a land of trouble. In the castle in Britain, he learned to be forgiving of mistakes, the bonds of family, the preciousness of companions, and a promise he would keep in his heart forever: "Through wind and rain, we'll face it all together. I won't leave you worrying about me." What does it mean to have no worries? ──In any relationship, worry is inevitable. When you love someone and care about them, it's only natural to worry about them. Promising not to make them worry is no easy thing to accomplish. ──Years later, surrounded by good friends, beautiful scenery, and a beloved partner, he sighed. Meeting Dumbledore hadn't really been all that unlucky after all. Maybe not every chapter will make you want to leave a comment, but comments are a kind of affirmation to me. They keep me from feeling like I'm writing all alone. Otherwise, why would I post my story here? So I'll say it without being coy: I want comments. You're welcome to offer suggestions on my writing, good or bad. Updates are irregular, usually in the evening. I usually write in traditional characters. If you notice a strange translation, please let me know.