Dumbledore,+I'm+your+father.

Dear Dumbledore,

It is very difficult for me to have to write you this letter. I have agonized over this decision to share this information with you. I know that however difficult it is for me to share with you, it is all the more difficult for you to receive this information.

200 years ago I met your mother. She was a beautiful girl. We met on the train to Hogwarts our first year. It was a cold, damp night. I could see the steam rising from the train engine. As we went to board the train, her long skirt caught on the steps. I reached down to help her and she gave me the most beautiful smile that I had ever seen. I smiled back. I was immediately mesmorized by her. I wanted to learn more about her. I introduced my self. "My name is Dumbledore, Fibonachi Dumbledore. I see that your skirt seems to have gotten caught, can I get you vodka martini? Oh, no wait, that is my alternate identity! Today I am simple, yet talented student of magic. What is your name?"

"Beletrix," she replied, " I've seen your name in the papers before." You were described a mad, mad scientist. You were able to make things change in the twinkling of an I. I was mesmorized by the picture of you handsome face. I hoped to meet you. Now, what can I do..