My name is Albus Dumbledore.
If you thought I was a role model, you were sorely mistaken.
As I plead in the night for my single most trustworthy follower to strike, I repent and welcome death. I take shuddering breaths of chilling night air as I look at the people who will witness my end, and the invisible and immobile boy whom I have nurtured with utmost compassion, whom I know will gain everything he needs when I am gone.
My name no longer matters, for I am whispering a new name now, one that is far more important. I know that I may see him soon.
My life drifts away. My memories become scars in which I can only wish fade away. My actions are useless, and my mind in seeping, willingly making the sacrifice that will change the fate of the world.
I must simply wait for the final moment, and appreciate the suspense as it transpires upon me. I do not wish to reflect, but the flash anyways. A life long forgotten by many, and something that could never lose lost.
