Disclaimer: I Own a bed and the shoes I walk in every day, not Harry Potter.
Well it's been a while. This is just another fic based on the depressed point of view of someone.
I know that is all I do but it's so much fun. I should be studying for my finals but my brain
Stopped working and I'm doing this instead.
Please be nice as to what concerns my bad grammar, I'm French and this is my second language.
The hope of many, the despair of the rest.
My name is Albus Dumblemore. Some refer to me as the greatest wizard of my time, the friend of
Mudbloods and muggles alike but, I'm just Albus.
I was not always great, I was not always old and like all of you, I will some day pass away. Some say that I
Am cannot be defeated, most of these people don't know any better. I have defeated my share of dark
wizards, have made a great deal of advances in many disciplines of the magical world and still I
wonder why people believe in me so much.
I watch now the brand new first years come into the great hall. They see with wonder in their eyes
what mine see every day. Once upon a time the world still held a bit of surprise in its grandeur.
But now, I am so old. I have seen everything the world has to offer and the only way to have
wonder is to see life pass by in the eyes of the young. They hold the future in their hands and as
for this batch I am hoping to not have to supervise their children.
Time after time year after year I am hoping to meet the young people who will be able to save this
world from all that is wrong. I've meet with a great deal of people; very few of them become what
they should be. They always disappoint me in so many ways and in so many ways my heart breaks
every time. I do not ask for a lot really: all I want is to meet the perfect heir to my position.
the person who will take on my place as the illusion of perfection.
The wizarding world may seem like a happy place but it is not. A dark wizard is always in the
shadows, waiting for the right moment to create fear in the hearts of many. As they fear they
need an image of hope. A steady image of victory and rightful power to make the monsters go away.
The people need someone to look up to, someone to think of when all goes wrong. And now that
Voldemort back, all is likely to go wrong. But as the times change and get worse, I still am
getting closer to meeting the grim face to face.
The children are now being sorted; they stare anxiously at the hat, the halls, me and Harry Potter.
Young Harry is one of my last hopes. He knows what it's like to be seen as the last hope of many.
He may not enjoy the attention but either he likes it or not he does not have a choice. People
have this the gift of choosing for themselves who they chose to be their hope.
I just hope the boy does not do what all the other ones did. I want to have been right about
Someone potential for once. I what I'm to take my place so that I may take a rest and be reborn.
Maybe then the world would be fascinating once more.
Well it's been a while. This is just another fic based on the depressed point of view of someone.
I know that is all I do but it's so much fun. I should be studying for my finals but my brain
Stopped working and I'm doing this instead.
Please be nice as to what concerns my bad grammar, I'm French and this is my second language.
The hope of many, the despair of the rest.
My name is Albus Dumblemore. Some refer to me as the greatest wizard of my time, the friend of
Mudbloods and muggles alike but, I'm just Albus.
I was not always great, I was not always old and like all of you, I will some day pass away. Some say that I
Am cannot be defeated, most of these people don't know any better. I have defeated my share of dark
wizards, have made a great deal of advances in many disciplines of the magical world and still I
wonder why people believe in me so much.
I watch now the brand new first years come into the great hall. They see with wonder in their eyes
what mine see every day. Once upon a time the world still held a bit of surprise in its grandeur.
But now, I am so old. I have seen everything the world has to offer and the only way to have
wonder is to see life pass by in the eyes of the young. They hold the future in their hands and as
for this batch I am hoping to not have to supervise their children.
Time after time year after year I am hoping to meet the young people who will be able to save this
world from all that is wrong. I've meet with a great deal of people; very few of them become what
they should be. They always disappoint me in so many ways and in so many ways my heart breaks
every time. I do not ask for a lot really: all I want is to meet the perfect heir to my position.
the person who will take on my place as the illusion of perfection.
The wizarding world may seem like a happy place but it is not. A dark wizard is always in the
shadows, waiting for the right moment to create fear in the hearts of many. As they fear they
need an image of hope. A steady image of victory and rightful power to make the monsters go away.
The people need someone to look up to, someone to think of when all goes wrong. And now that
Voldemort back, all is likely to go wrong. But as the times change and get worse, I still am
getting closer to meeting the grim face to face.
The children are now being sorted; they stare anxiously at the hat, the halls, me and Harry Potter.
Young Harry is one of my last hopes. He knows what it's like to be seen as the last hope of many.
He may not enjoy the attention but either he likes it or not he does not have a choice. People
have this the gift of choosing for themselves who they chose to be their hope.
I just hope the boy does not do what all the other ones did. I want to have been right about
Someone potential for once. I what I'm to take my place so that I may take a rest and be reborn.
Maybe then the world would be fascinating once more.