..:: I dont know if any of you have ever wondered, but what would happen if Dumbledore...well died. I did, i was crying when i thought about it. So i wrote this. Its short, no epilogue where he comes back, just sort of my take on what could happen at his funeral.::..

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, all characters belong to JK Rowling, Dumbledore's farewell letter is slightly based on what Gandalf from Lord of the Rings, says to Pippin during the battle at Minas Tirith, which belongs to JRR Tolkien.

"Do not weep for me, for not all tears should be in sorrow. I will watch over you

from the land of the deceased, don't pity me for now the pain is gone and I can be free

again. Death is not the end, it's the beginning, a new path we all must take.

I had to turn onto that path, to protect the ones I love. All my students, all my

fellow staff, I don't mean to sound like some great hero because all of you know I am not.

But I had to do what I did. I hope when you or your children, and their children's children

will remember myself and Hogwarts's previous Headmasters, all the good that has

defeated the evil in this world.

Remember Hogwarts and what it taught you, and if you can, remember what I

tried to teach you. That inside all of you there lies a great and precious gift, the gift of

magic, no one is born good or evil, you grow to be that way and at any point in your life

you can change what you think you are in order to release a greater gift. The gift of

knowledge, love and laughter. Yours Sincerely Albus Dumbledore Previous Headmaster

of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The minister cleared his throat as he finished reading the final letter written before

the death of the beloved Headmaster. The crying continued, as it had for days now since

the tragedy had happened. Albus Dumbledore had died after being injured in the last

stand against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. They all knew without his sacrifice,

none of them would be able to be out and about, they'd all be dead or hiding.

Five students tossed red roses onto the door of the crypt, a magnificent white

marble crypt, with the statue of a magnificent white phoenix opening its wings and

looking to the sky perched on top. Each student had at least one tear running down their

faces, all dressed in black they bid farewell to the man who has made them feel safe for

so many years.

Ginny collapsed into Draco's arms as people started to leave, a large mass of

people in black and grey spreading across the land, Dumbledore's Crypt was on the

Hogwarts grounds past the flower gardens and now people were spreading across the

green grass, getting into black carriages as the rain started to come down lightly.

Hermione hugged both Harry and Ron at the same time, her and Ginny's sobs

echoed into the rain, they were all crying. Hermione let go of her best friends, she kneeled

in front of the stairs that led up to the door of the crypt. Ginny left Draco's arms and

hugged her friend from behind and there they both continued to cry, kneeling on the grass

that slowly turned to mud underneath them.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, he guessed he had grown to love Dumbledore

like a grandfather after all these years. Someone he could always turn to, and now he felt

hollow, like a big piece was missing.

Every time Harry had visited Dumbledore in his office, thought that there was

something odd about him, every memory came back to Harry in those few minutes at the

funeral. Thinking that inside that crypt in a marble coffin that man was lying, appeared to

be sleeping, but never to wake again, hurt him deeply. This man was more then a mentor

to so many people, for so many years, he had been the only vision of hope the Wizarding

world had grown to believe in. They owed him more then they had imagined.

How long they all stood their, it was impossible to tell, soaked to the bone and

freezing they finally ran to the steps of Hogwarts and took shelter from the rain under the

overhang to the entrance. All of them sat down on the top stair, somehow holding onto

the people next to them.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, Draco and Ginny all felt the same feeling for once in their

lives, at the same time, they felt immense sorrow. It's an odd thing, to feel exactly the

same as someone else does, it gives you a sort of bond, that lets you know what the

people near you are wishing and hoping for, that they know nothing needs to be spoken

for themselves to be put at ease. For during times like these, that can't always be done.

But one thing was pulling at all of their minds; How could they go on without the

man behind the real magic of Hogwarts?

..:: sniff::..