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Dedalus Diggle.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon.
AGE: Sixty-seven.
FACE CLAIM: David Brett.
YEAR: Why, I was born in 1955. Why?
HOUSE: I was sorted into Hufflepuff House when I was at Hogwarts. Seven wonderful years.
OCCUPATION: Ah, a most interesting question! Well, I do some work here and there whenever I can, really. I am owner of several businesses at the moment, but I don't actually work there regularly I am more of a practical chap, when it comes down to it.
BLOOD TYPE: AB+, why do you ask? Oh, you mean my blood status? I am Pure-blood. Now you know.
PROPERTIES OF WAND: 10¼ inches long, made of Alder wood, with a unicorn hair core.
PETS: My old owl went by the name of Artemis. A most clever Tower Owl, I assure you. She died of old age recently, so I think I'll purchase a new one soon.
ABILITIES: His abilities with charmswork is nearly comperable of that of Filius Flitwick, although Dedalus is somewhat more careless and by far the one most prone to accidents in his eagerness to develop or improve enchantments and spells.
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LIKES: Reading, Charmswork, Quidditch, History of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix, Gillywater and cherry syrup.
DISLIKES: Dark Wizards, obviously! Dreadful people the lot of them! Now, let's see, I have never liked the Weird Sisters, they are always so noisy, and I really do hate Arithmancy, I flunked it as a youngster! Horrible subject, never understood a thing!
BIGGEST FEAR: Lord Vo - well, I always is afraid that You-Know-Who somehow will find a way to return from the Limbo he is trapped in.
PERSONALITY:
(This will be written as an OOC analysis-like interpretation with little artistic freedom)
There is not much we know about Dedalus, but I have always regarded him as a well-intentioned if somewhat naive figure and a fairly competent wizard. After all, he survived the First Wizarding War, and he was so loyal to the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore that I have a hard time believing that he would not join the Battle of Hogwarts with the reinforcements led by Slughorn. As far as we know so far he is not an employee of the Ministry, so he may be presumed to have been a fighter and not a spy for the Order. He is often cheerful and enthusiastic when it comes to human relationships with other people, which fits well with a carrier of a wand of Alder wood, as its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. I never saw him as someone who has something against Muggles or Muggle-born witches and wizards. He seemed rather excited when he was to meet the Dursleys, which I take as a sign that he, like Arthur Weasley, a Muggle Entuse but completely clueless.
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MOTHER: Diadema Diggle, neé McDogual. Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office in her time.
FATHER: Artimeus Abraxas Diggle. Floo Network Regulator in the Department of Magical Transportation .
SIBLINGS: Oh no, I'm an only child.
HISTORY:
I was born in 1964, in a dilapidated shack of a house on the outskirts of London. Not that my parents could not afford a better home, because both of them had decent paid jobs, but the house was built by my great-great-great grandfather in 1822, so we kept it because my father thought it was sentimental value in it. I did not have a bad childhood, really. The only thing that bothered me was that I never got to go on the Quidditch World Cup when I was little because my mom thought the sport meant that children were more interested in sport than the studies, and as a Ravenclaw through and through she wanted me to develop a healthy interest for learning. "You're a smart boy," she always said to me; "Do not waste it on nonsense and foolishness when you can use what wits you have to be masterfully magically and clever instead" I did not have many friends when I was growing up, if truth be told. We lived near Muggles, and father discouraged me talking with peers Muggle children. I suspect in retrospect that he was afraid I would slip up and tell about the wizarding world, but it could be he just did not like them much.
It was first on Hogwarts I got real friends. While riding the Hogwarts Express where I met a boy who was also on his way to Hogwarts for the first time by the name of Gilderoy Lockhart. I have always been good with practical charms, and Decided to practice a few of them on the train. I had already mastered the levitation spell by that point, and the few other soon-to-be his new classmates who joined us later on thought of a few of them as impressive as well as slightly scary. (Gilderoy in turn had witnessed the scene with crossed arms, apparently with composure and tranquility, just nodded and called it "decent magic"). I was Sorted into Hufflepuff House, and I think my mother was slightly dissapointed. I also discovered, to my horror, that on my very first flying lesson that I stinked at it. I fell off my broom about six times and broke two ribs in the process. In my second year, when the Herbology class moved to greenhouse three so that we could receive more hands-on experience, I fainted when the Mandrake screamed and when Professor Sprout had the second year students prune Shrivelfigs with shears during a Herbology class, since my hand slipped and thus, Professor Sprout sent me to the Hospital Wing as I almost lost several fingers. This proves that, while being knowledgeable on theory of the subject, I proved to be one of the least talented students in class. But I were by no means the only student excelling, mind you. I also tried to avoid solving conflicts with dueling if I could. I knew perfectly well that there not only was far more talented wizards than myself at the school, but also that there were several talented young people in his own year as well. Gilderoy, for example, possessed above-average intelligence and ability and he too were achieving good marks in his schoolwork. After a while it became apparent that Gilderoy became increasingly unsatisfied with his result, which I blamed myself for, because I came to realizing that if Gilderoy was not first and best, he would rather not participate at all. I thought he had poor self-confidence rather than laziness.
My third year was also the year where my friendship with the later famous author ended dramatically. On our way into the Great Hall one morning, Gilderoy spoke loudly of how he got rid of a particularly nasty Boggart which had lived in a suit of armor on the fourth floor. Sirius Black, one of the graduates, said aloud to one of his friends, James Potter, the rumor went that there were werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. I had if course long since heard the stories, and did not think much of it before lunch the same evening, when I realized that no one, not even the teachers, had seen him since breakfast. It immediately went up me that Gilderoy undoubtedly had been captivated by the idea of venturing into the Forbidden Forest. By the time he understood the connection between Sirius Black's loud statement and Gilderoy's mysterious disappearance, the teachers had gone to lunch. He hurried to the staff room to warn teachers, only to be cut off by Professor McGonagall, who made it clear that they had a meeting and under no circumstances was to be disturbed. He tried to explain anyway, but she interrupted him and ordered him to go away and meet Professor Sprout in the Great Hall about a half hour later. This meant that he was on his own.This also was the cause of than inspired me to go after him. It was not arrogance, not haughtiness, not a feeling of superiority or desire for attention - but pure pity. I felt pity for Gilderoy, who had gone to what could be his end, solely because he felt he had to prove something to himself and his by then much more talented schoolmates. I blamed itself for this, and felt like I would never be able forgive himself if something were to happen to Gilderoy Lockhart. So he ran after him. The forbidden forest was dark and quiet. I searched for more than two hours before I found him on the ground, unconscious and bleeding from the head. As I looked around I spotted two enormous spiders crawling towards us. I am usually in a good mood, or worried or stressed out. However, when I saw them I became furious. I pulled out my wand and fired jets of fire keep them back. In the end, I managed, with great difficulty, to fire another Incendio spell, which made the spiders to back off. Burned, hurt and now blind in three of its eight eyes, it turned around and ran away into the darkness. The next time I used the spell, it hit the remaining spider, which jumped and fled as well. I then preformed the Mobilicorpus spell to guide my unconscious schoolmate to safety. When we reached the edge of the forest, I was met by Gryffindor Prefect Remus Lupin, the Head Boy, James Potter and Professor Sprout. The professor, apparently more relieved than angry, asked the two older boys to bring Gilderoy to the Hospital wing, before telling me to accompany him to her office. Halfway across the school park, however, I became aware of something red and sticky on the ground. Blood. Curious to know where this came from, he discovered that the blood came from me. Seconds later, I fell to the ground, and did not move anymore. When I regained consciousness several days later, I was still very disoriented and confused, and surprised to see no other than the Headmaster himself, reclined comfortably on a bed next to the one he occupied. A memory I will never forget:
“Good evening, Dedalus.” Professor Dumbledore said, looking up with a pleasant smile while lowering Dedalus’ copy of Magical Theory and rose from the bed, walked over to his and sat down on the edge of it. "I told Pomona that you might come around today."
"You mean Sprout, sir?"
"Professor Sprout. But yes, I do."
Dedalus had stared at him, before remembering the events that had taken place in the forest: “Sir! Gilderoy! Gilderoy Lockhart! He’s in the forest! Sir, quick —”
“Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times,” said Dumbledore. He closed his eyes and tried to breath more slowly, tried to find out how in the world the Headmaster could be so calm. He opened them again and looked around. Next to his bed was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop. Dedalus looked surprised up at Dumbledore, frowning slightly, which had made him chuckle.
“Tokens from your friends and admirers,” said Dumbledore, beaming.
"Admirers?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. He could claim to be likeable because people often told him he was, but he had never been particularly popular.
"Yes." Professor Dumbledore said lightly. "It was a very brave thing you did, Dedalus, when you went after young Mr. Lockhart in the Forest. And such actions tends to make people review their first impression of people. As I'm sure you recall, because your teachers tells me you have an excellent memory, I reminded you all earlier this year that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils, and that serious consequences would follow should anyone be foolish enough to enter."
Dedalus frowned again. Was Dumbledore going to expel him from the school? No - no, he wouldn't, not now. If he was going to ask him to pack his belongings, he wouldn't have been so... well, kind.
“Which goes to show that even the best of us must sometimes eat our words,” Dumbledore went on, "If you had not found him when you did, he would most likely not been alive. And what kind of Headmaster would I be if I had punished you for risking your life for the sake of another's?"
Dedalus did not answer right away. His brain was working on trying to recall details, to remember, but it all seemed foggy and unclear. Was it the venom from that creature? Did it somehow affect the memory? "What happened, sir?" He asked after a while. Professor Dumbledore's smile suddenly became a bit... less.
"Well, first of all, our esteemed Prefect saw you heading for the forest, and ran after you. Unfortunately, by the time he reached Hagrid's hut, you was out of sight. So he ran up to the castle, found our Head Boy, and they both alerted us."
"I tried to Sir, but -"
"Ah, yes." Dumbledore said, his voice drowning out Dedalus' own, smiling. "Professor McGonagall have expressed regret that she did not take the time to listen. I believe she is inclined to try to work on that little flaw of hers." Dumbledore considered him thoughtfully, before he went on: "In any case: Professor Sprout, as your Head of House, felt somewhat responsible I think, followed your trail. However, when he bumped into our centaur colony who refused him to go any further through their domain, she had no other choice than go back to the school and inform me on the situation. I would have gone after you myself, if I had not been notified that you came out yourself along with Gilderoy Lockhart only half-way through my office. When you fell and did not wake up, Professor Sprout brought you up here. Madam Pomfrey, who is far more skilled with medical magic than she is, summoned Professor Slughorn to make an antidote to counter the venom from whatever bite you received. When I saw you here, the venomous substance bore traces of spreading rapidly, so I feared we might were to late. The effort, not to mention the wound itself, nearly killed you. For a terrible moment, we was afraid it had."
Dedalus leaned back in his bed while he put the pillow behind his back and looked at the professor with a slightly worried look. The thought of almost dying was indeed terrifying.
"What about Gilderoy, Professor?"
"He is perfectly fine." Dumbledore said assuringly. "He woke up only minutes after you arrived. We believe he merely tripped and hit his head when he fell against a tree. According to Mr. Filch who passed by, he was just telling his fellow Ravenclaws that he fended off a dozen monsters. He also, I believe, claimed that he would succeed in making a Philosopher’s Stone before leaving school, that he intended to become the Captain of England’s Quidditch team and lead it to victory in the Quidditch World Cup before knuckling down to becoming Britain’s youngest Minister for Magic. I can imagine that his version appeals more to his own self-confidence."
"So he's telling everyone he saved me? He lies and tries to look like a bloody hero!" Dedalus said indignantly..
"Along those lines." said Professor Dumbledore, sounding increasingly pleased with himself as he said it.
"But I would not worry too much. After all, a story has always to sides, and your friends also know the other half."
"They do?" Dedalus said, sounding surprised."Oh yes." Professor Dumbledore said, rolling his eyes a little, although he was still smiling. “I asked Mr. Potter to keep what happened in the forest a secret. As we was closing in on the exam, I didn't want your fellow pupils to worry about the wellbeing of two of their classmates now that we found you. So, naturally," he made a small gesture towards all the sweets around them. "the whole school knows." Dedalus could not resist the temptation to grin a little when he heard it, and a wave of gratitude to James Potter pulsated through his body.
"What now, Professor?" asked Dedalus, looking at him. "I think my parents needs to see me."
"Perhaps." Dumbledore said, raising his eyebrows. "But what you need, however, is some food and sleep. I suggest you go down to dinner. I believe many, including Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall will be most relieved you have come round. You know, you had us all extremely worried for a moment."
In my fifth year, I was surprised and proud to learn I had been made a Prefect, a position I naturally had to take very seriously. In my new duties as a prefect, Dedalus was responsible for the new first-year Hufflepuffs, including bringing them and his fellow student to their dormitories on the first day, and to lead them to safety when Gilderoy Lockhart sent himself eight-hundred Valentines, causing breakfast to be canceled due to the number of droppings and feathers. On December 12, Professor Flitwick stopped me who was on his way to the Common Room and asked if he could patrol the school ground for him for a few minutes while he went to Madam Pomfrey to get something for headaches. That night he discovered that Gilderoy Lockhart had snuck out after hours and carved his name with letters so big that it covered the entire Quidditch pitch. When he saw me, he tried to run, but was caught, lost twenty points from Ravenclaw by me and after having been forcibly dragged Lockhart in to Professor McGonagall's office and reported him, which was the closest, Lockhart got three week's worth of detention as well. It was also this year I got a sort of rivalry with Professor Albus Dumbledore after the latter had teased me, commenting on a picture I had drawn of Ravenclaw's Eagle, saying he mistook it for a very overweight turkey. The result was that on 1 April later that year, Professor Dumbledore got a surprise when I had secretly sneaked soya sauce in his desert during dinner. A joke Dumbledore later admitted he enjoyed, describing it as 'brilliantly devious'. I greatly respected authority figures, but the fact that he was a school administrator and I was just a student did not stop us from pulling harmless practical jokes on each other from time to time. In my sixth year, I was also instructed by Professor Flitwick to remove a massive, illuminated projection of Lockhart's own face which the latter had sent skywards in imitation of the Dark Mark. By the end of the 1980-1981 school year, in my seventh and last year at the school, I had achieved relatively good grades in my O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. examinations, and winner of the two prizes for in his third year during his time at Hogwarts.
It did not long before I was offered a job in the Ministry of Magic, where I ended up being one of the Researchers and Spell Registrators in the Committee on Experimental Charms, and I also moved to Kent. Out of loyalty to the old gang I will not come with too many details, but a week after I became friendly with Elphias Doge, who at the time served the Ministry of Magic as Special Advisor to the Wizengamot, he put in a good word for me with Dumbledore, and I was invited to join the Order of the Phoenix, an organisation led and founded by his friend Albus Dumbledore for the sole purpose of opposing Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Because of my role as a member of the Order, I actually fought several battles during the war, although we suffered heavy losses on our part. Although the Death Eaters had been attacking mostly Muggles and Muggle-borns to spread terror, they soon turned to attacking "blood traitors" such as Order members as well. Fabian and Gideon Prewett were killed by a group of six Death Eaters led by Antonin Dolohov. Caradoc Dearborn disappeared, the Bones family was almost completely destroyed, Benjy Fenwick was brutally murdered, and Marlene McKinnon and her family were killed by Death Eaters. The Potters were killed by You-Know-Who himself, and the Longbottoms... Well, that was far worse, I think. The First Wizarding War ended with a victory for the Order and the Ministry when the self-proclaimed Dark Lord lost his power, and when the war was over, and the Order was disbanded. I remained in Kent, I liked it there. I continued to work in the Ministry and ended up getting in trouble after one of my experiments went wrong and one of my colleagues, a fellow by the name of Gilbert Wimple grew horns...
I took a break from 1990-1991. Professor Dumbledore had announced that the school needed a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job because the position stood empty. The man who were supposed to teach, the previous Muggle Studies professor, had decided to go on the Grand Tour of the world to get some practical experience before he took over the post. I worked there for one year as a favor to Dumbledore, Professor Quirinus Quirrell before replacement the following year. After this, I returned to the Committee in the Ministry. On 24 June, 1995, You-Know-Who returned to power, and no less than an hour after it had happened, the original Order members who survived the last war had been informed, and I like everyone else, rejoined the Order to fight in the Second Wizarding War. Upon its reconstitution, the Order set up headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place in London, and the house was protected with the Fidelius Charm, with Dumbledore himself as Secret-Keeper.
Well, you all know how it ended with the victory when Harry Potter ended the Dark Lord in the Battle of Hogwarts two years later. I had been assigned by Mad-Eye, who had taken over the Order after Dumbledore's demise, to protect Harry Potter's family from the Death Eaters and stayed with them for most of the war, but I did arrive toward the end of the battle alongside Horace Slughorn, leading hundreds of reinforcements consisting of the residents of Hogsmeade and the friends and family of all the Hogwarts students who had chosen to stay and fight. I fought the bastards and witnessed Voldemort's death and celebrated it like everyone else. There is not much more to say, really. I rebuilt my house as the Death Eaters burned to the ground and worked in the Ministry until 2014. It was the year I attended four hundred and seventy-second Quidditch World Cup, where I sat in the luxury box of Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt. It took place in the remote Patagonian Desert in Argentina, hosted under the guidance of the President of the Argentinian Council of Magic, Valentina Vázquez. It was under that very Cup that the Council staged the disastrous opening ceremony, which escalated into a fight between various team mascots prompted by an attempt to make the Fijian Dukuwaqa and Norwegian Selma share a lake. President Vázquez issued a public statement afterwards, noting that the Council had been expecting the Norwegians to bring a group of performing trolls like they use to, and as no studies had been done into the compatibility of Dukuwaquas and Selmas, no liability could be afforded to her Council. I only partly agreed, but I did share the the general opinion of the magical community, and agreed with most people that despite the fiasco with the ceremony itself, the Council handled the transportation well, arranging ten thousand Portkeys with little difficulty. I retired that year, learned how to work a car - After the battle, I went into the Forbidden Forest to check if Death Eaters had fled in there, and found an old car - which could fly, and kept it for myself. It was - difficult to make it listen to me, but eventually, I mastered it with time. I've lived peacefully in Kent ever since. Until the Dark Lady appeared, that is. After that, I don't know what happens...
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