Pride
Dean liked to think he was good at his job.
He was.
Book after book, draw after draw.
He rose as an artist, as a writer. As a wizard.
He told stories long forgotten; he talked to those who lived them.
He draws them. He brought them back to life.
Some were grateful, some were mean.
But he liked his job.
He didn't forget the living, though.
He talks to them.
He tells their stories as well.
He draws them.
He hopes to help them that way.
Dean likes to think she is proud of him.
She is.
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Pride Tears | Dean Thomas
FanfictionDean has returned to Hogwarts to his last year. It feels foreigner to be there, studying again... like nothing had happened. But Hogwarts it's a second home. And deserves a proper goodbye. Dean's feelings are all over the...
