For Now, There Is Still Hope

AN: Idea I had awhile back that proves I can write Good!Non-Manipulative!Dumbledore. Possibly Canon.

Disclaimer: Just ask Hagrid, JK owns them all. (Maybe you catch some of your own? Don't forget the Pokeballs, OCs are tough.)


The winds blew recklessly across the grounds. There were dark clouds gathering on the horizon, but inside the magnificent castle wasn't much better. The faces of children and adults alike were grim.

Surely, these were signs of a war brewing much like the clouds outside, he muses. He lowers himself into his chair, feeling all of his many years. His office is warm and comfortable. Yet still, one can feel the darkness, even in this secluded tower. His bright robes and grandfatherly smile seem a bit too much, a bit too happy, excessively over the top.

The face he puts on for the world slips as he relaxes into his chair. He reaches for the steaming cup of tea that is waiting on his desk. He pushes the half-moon glasses back onto his nose and begins to read yet another report on the beginning of this war.

Sadly, the deaths are beginning to climb. He sighs, for he knows that soon the politicians will no longer be able to ignore the problem. Soon he will have to spend more time as the strong Chief Wizard of the Wizened rather than as the kindly old Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He runs a hand through his beard as his mind turns to times long ago.

Soon he is lost in thought, but for now this bodes no problem.

For now, there is no war going on. For now, Hogwarts isn't the last safe place. For now, Albus Dumbledore is not the leader of the resistance.

For now, there is still hope.