A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
Albus Dumbledore POV:
You were always such a weird and wonderful person.
A strange man with strange ideas.
You and I, we spoke a lot, didn't we?
Up in your room, just talking.
The ever-fading light distorted against walls and bookshelves,
When I initially met you, I had no idea who you were.
Where you came from.
But then you introduced me to you ideas.
I was cautious at first.
Then you explained it all to me.
"It's all for the Greater Good," you said.
And I believed you.
God, I believed every word that spilled out of your mouth.
Countless nights we spent up talking.
Talking about your plans, ideas, future.
And I got to know you, or at least what I thought was you.
When I was in your presence, it was a sanctum.
Someplace where I could express myself and not be judged.
You had such charisma, truth ringing in every word.
And you told me about what you wanted to do with yourself.
Your plans for this world.
Wizards would rise above all else.
Muggles would be put in their place: the very bottom.
You were so spirited, so aglow with this idea.
And it made me so happy.
So happy to see you filled with this exuberant light.
It was as if you had chosen me not to hate.
Me to put up with, share your ideas with.
And I loved it so much.
I loved spending time with you.
Just listening to the sound of your silky-smooth voice float across the room into my ear.
God, I loved you so much.