The End
After living life for far too long, it was finally time to die.
Albus Dumbeldore stood, locking his knees against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, and looked his most faithful servant in the eye. His strength was fading quickly; Riddle's potion would be the end of him.
His insides were still contorted in agony: the excruciating substance was still lining his throat.
Black eyes met the blue, and there was a silent understanding between the two.
"Severus," he begged, "Please."
After a moment's hesitation, a cold sneer twisted Severus' features, and the end was near.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Albus fell.
There's nothing like a drabble session to kick your muse back into existence!