In the year 1951, a much younger Albus Dumbledore found himself summoned to a most unexpected location: Buckingham Palace. The wizarding world was abuzz with speculation and intrigue, for it was not every day that the esteemed wizard was called upon by the British royal family. The details of the summons were shrouded in secrecy, but the gravity of the situation was clear. The royal family needed his help, and Dumbledore was determined to assist.
As Dumbledore Apparated to a discreet location near the palace, he marveled at the grandeur and history that surrounded him. The palace stood as a symbol of tradition and power, its walls echoing with the footsteps of centuries. Dumbledore adjusted his robes, ensuring they were neat and presentable, and approached the grand entrance.
He was greeted by a member of the royal staff, who led him through a labyrinth of opulent corridors and stately rooms. Finally, they arrived at a small, private sitting room where Queen Elizabeth II awaited. Her face was etched with concern, and her usual regal composure seemed slightly frayed at the edges.
"Professor Dumbledore," she began, her voice steady despite her evident worry. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. We are in desperate need of your assistance."
Dumbledore bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, it is my honor to serve. How may I be of assistance?"
The Queen took a deep breath, her eyes betraying a mix of embarrassment and urgency. "It is not a matter of state security or international diplomacy. Rather, it is something far more personal. My beloved corgi, Monty, has gone missing. He disappeared from the gardens this morning, and despite our best efforts, we have been unable to locate him."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, surprised by the nature of the request. The royal family had called upon him, not for his expertise in magical combat or diplomacy, but to find a lost dog. Nevertheless, he understood the depth of the Queen's attachment to her pets and the distress their absence could cause.
"Fear not, Your Majesty," Dumbledore said with a reassuring smile. "I shall do everything in my power to find Monty and bring him back to you."
The Queen's relief was palpable. "Thank you, Professor. Monty means the world to me. If anyone can find him, it is you."
Dumbledore nodded and set to work. He made his way to the palace gardens, his keen eyes scanning the meticulously manicured lawns and flowerbeds. Drawing upon his vast knowledge of both magical and non-magical tracking techniques, he began to search for any signs of the missing corgi.
After a few moments, Dumbledore paused, sensing a faint magical signature nearby. He followed the trail, his wand at the ready, and soon found himself near a dense cluster of bushes. With a wave of his wand, he gently parted the foliage, revealing a small, trembling figure nestled within.
"Ah, there you are, Monty," Dumbledore said softly, extending a hand toward the frightened dog. Monty, recognizing the kindness in the wizard's eyes, cautiously emerged from his hiding place and allowed Dumbledore to pick him up.
With Monty safely in his arms, Dumbledore returned to the palace, where the Queen awaited anxiously. As he entered the room, a chorus of relieved sighs filled the air.
"Monty!" the Queen exclaimed, rushing forward to take her beloved pet from Dumbledore. "Thank you, Professor. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Dumbledore inclined his head modestly. "It was my pleasure, Your Majesty. Monty is a fine dog, and I am glad to have been able to reunite you."
The Queen's gratitude was boundless, and news of Dumbledore's deed quickly spread throughout both the magical and non-magical worlds. Though the task had seemed trivial compared to the many challenges Dumbledore had faced, it was treated as a grand accomplishment. The wizarding community marveled at the fact that the great Albus Dumbledore had been called upon by the royal family and had succeeded where others had failed.
For years to come, the tale of Dumbledore's mission to Buckingham Palace was recounted with great admiration and embellishment. Nobody really knew what he was called to the castle to do. And so, Dumbledore's reputation as a great and benevolent wizard was further solidified, his legend growing ever brighter in the annals of magical history.
I didn't feel like writing this so I asked my idiot friend to as he owed me a small favor, instead of writing it like he said he would, he just used chat gpt. I could do that myself If I wanted to. Enjoy his "Hard Work".