A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish...
"Happy Birthday to you," the Professors and students in the great hall sang. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Albus, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
Albus Dumbledore smiled with tears in his eyes as all of his colleagues and students celebrated his 115th birthday. He hadn't even remembered it was his birthday, and yet Minerva did. Albus couldn't even begin to imagine all the trouble she had gone to make sure that everyone knew about the surprise party, except for him. And the presents… good lord, the presents. There were so many that he couldn't see everyone because of the enormous stacks of gifts.
Bong, bong, bong. The clock rang twelve. It was midnight, and Albus still wasn't done opening his presents. Everything he had gotten so far was either books, candy, or metal trinkets. Finally, he was at the last package. He tore it open and saw a candle and a pair of thick, woolen socks. There was a card on it, and it said,
"Dear Professor Dumbledore,
First of all, happy birthday. I heard that it's your 115th, so congratulations! Anyway, you're probably going to question why I got you the presents that I did. Well, the socks are because I remember one of our first conversations was in front of the mirror of Erised, and you told me (though I knew and still know that you were lying when you told me this) that everyone always gets you books, and all you really wanted was a pair of thick, woolen socks. So that's what I got you. The candle is from your cake earlier tonight, and I just thought that you might want to have it, as something to remember this birthday by. Well, that's pretty much it.
Once again, happy birthday! Sincerely, Harry James Potter."
Albus smiled and shook his head. The boy was too smart for his own good. Of course, Harry would know that he wouldn't see socks. That was a terrible lie. Although, thought Albus, pulling the socks on, if I hadn't told him that, I wouldn't have gotten these, and they are awfully comfortable.
Epilogue:
Harry Potter stood next to Dumbledore's tomb, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm sorry you had to die, Professor," Harry said. "You were a great man. I'll miss you." With that, Harry walked away, with nothing more to say.
Fin