---------------------------- The Rise and Fall of Albus Dumbledore ---------
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DISCLAIMER
I wish I owned the character of Albus Dumbledore, but I do not. It belongs to J.K. Rowling; so does Hogwarts.
When Albus Dumbledore was still a little boy, no one would have guessed that his life was going to be even remotely interesting or significant. He was a regular lad of modest height and average brainpower. Even his magical talents were not impressive at all.
But little Albus was hard-working and dedicated. He respected his parents, but they did not respect him. But that only made him more ambitious. He wanted to prove that he could rise to the top, even with his limited talents. Albus studied day and night, week in, week out. In the end, all his efforts paid off, and he graduated at the top of his high school class with a 3.7 GPA. He knew the best way to climb the career ladder with no special skills was to go into politics. So, grown-up Albus, not little Albus anymore, decided to study political science at the University of Magic and Politics in London. He was glad to find out that political science had nothing to do with science. He could use his old study-my-ass- off strategy again, without paying too much attention to what he actually crammed into his brain. The months went by, and fall changed into winter, spring into summer, and into fall again. All that time, Albus was studying and had little time for anything else. When he graduated from college with a summa-cum-laude ribbon, he finally got his parents' respect. "Well done, son," his father said, and those were the first words he had said to happily smiling Albus since the high school graduation, where he had said "Well done, son."
Albus, now Professor Dumbledore, was not exactly sure what he should do next. Up to this point, his life had been very clear in his mind. But now, he found that he did not really know what his long-term goals were. When he was offered the position of headmaster at Hogwarts, he hesitated and asked for a week to think it over. He eventually decided to accept the offer, thinking it would be a good stepping-stone into his later career. When Professor Dumbledore took up his position at Hogwarts, he soon realized that this was the job of his dreams. He could order people around and was in the newspapers as often as any hard-core politician. That pleased him, and so did the fact that he did not have to worry about getting laid off. As a government official, his position was a steady one.
Professor Dumbledore headed Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Sorcery for more than 60 years, and he had established himself as one the most respected headmasters of Hogwarts of the last half-century. But age finally caught up on him. It was a sunny Sunday morning when Professor Albus Dumbledore began to climb the stairs of the highest tower of Hogwarts. He wanted a better view of the surrounding land, and he wanted to see it with his own aging eyes, not some magical aid. After many hours and even more rests, Professor Dumbledore finally reached the top. He climbed the last couple of rungs to get through the skylight out into to open. He was now standing on the highest place of Hogwarts and in fact of all of the neighboring land. This was his moment, the highest point in his long career. But Dumbledore had become an old man by then, and the tower was still wet from last night's rain. Dumbledore slipped and plummeted down the tower into the depth. This marked the fall of Albus Dumbledore.
DISCLAIMER
I wish I owned the character of Albus Dumbledore, but I do not. It belongs to J.K. Rowling; so does Hogwarts.
When Albus Dumbledore was still a little boy, no one would have guessed that his life was going to be even remotely interesting or significant. He was a regular lad of modest height and average brainpower. Even his magical talents were not impressive at all.
But little Albus was hard-working and dedicated. He respected his parents, but they did not respect him. But that only made him more ambitious. He wanted to prove that he could rise to the top, even with his limited talents. Albus studied day and night, week in, week out. In the end, all his efforts paid off, and he graduated at the top of his high school class with a 3.7 GPA. He knew the best way to climb the career ladder with no special skills was to go into politics. So, grown-up Albus, not little Albus anymore, decided to study political science at the University of Magic and Politics in London. He was glad to find out that political science had nothing to do with science. He could use his old study-my-ass- off strategy again, without paying too much attention to what he actually crammed into his brain. The months went by, and fall changed into winter, spring into summer, and into fall again. All that time, Albus was studying and had little time for anything else. When he graduated from college with a summa-cum-laude ribbon, he finally got his parents' respect. "Well done, son," his father said, and those were the first words he had said to happily smiling Albus since the high school graduation, where he had said "Well done, son."
Albus, now Professor Dumbledore, was not exactly sure what he should do next. Up to this point, his life had been very clear in his mind. But now, he found that he did not really know what his long-term goals were. When he was offered the position of headmaster at Hogwarts, he hesitated and asked for a week to think it over. He eventually decided to accept the offer, thinking it would be a good stepping-stone into his later career. When Professor Dumbledore took up his position at Hogwarts, he soon realized that this was the job of his dreams. He could order people around and was in the newspapers as often as any hard-core politician. That pleased him, and so did the fact that he did not have to worry about getting laid off. As a government official, his position was a steady one.
Professor Dumbledore headed Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Sorcery for more than 60 years, and he had established himself as one the most respected headmasters of Hogwarts of the last half-century. But age finally caught up on him. It was a sunny Sunday morning when Professor Albus Dumbledore began to climb the stairs of the highest tower of Hogwarts. He wanted a better view of the surrounding land, and he wanted to see it with his own aging eyes, not some magical aid. After many hours and even more rests, Professor Dumbledore finally reached the top. He climbed the last couple of rungs to get through the skylight out into to open. He was now standing on the highest place of Hogwarts and in fact of all of the neighboring land. This was his moment, the highest point in his long career. But Dumbledore had become an old man by then, and the tower was still wet from last night's rain. Dumbledore slipped and plummeted down the tower into the depth. This marked the fall of Albus Dumbledore.