If You Look Long Enough Into the Abyss...
By: J.R. Riddle
Authors Note: This fic is mostly in reaction to the weird, and to be quite honest, ridiculous portrayal of Albus Dumbledore in many fanfiction works. This story chronicles the final defeat of Grindewald by Dumbledore and it an attempt to show Dumbledore as the truly powerful wizard that he is. No more stories about Dumbledore being a weak-assed character, always humorous but with nothing behind it, or even stupider, wrestling with idiotic moral dilemmas. Rather what I will attempt to show in this story is a Dumbledore as a wizard in his prime, the key player in a battle of light versus dark and worthy of being called the greatest wizard that ever lived. Enjoy and please review.....and please feel free to flame away. JR
Prologue - Somewhere in Western Germany - Spring 1945
A murder of ravens circled in long looping spirals against the cloud flecked sky. Their high pierced cries were in sharp contrast to the soft sound of the wind whispering through new, spring grasses of a hillside meadow. Nor did they seem to attract the attention of the tall man striding through the grass as he made his way toward the crest of the sloping hill. Only when the man had reached his goal and flung back the hood that had partially covered his head did he glance upwards at the birds and then down at what must be the object of their interest.
The pulling of back of the hood revealed the face lined with a certain grimness and resolve. The most captivating thing about his face, however, were the bright, piercing blue eyes that scanned the countryside, taking in everything and forgetting nothing. Albus Dumbledore glanced again at the partially destroyed panzer tank, with the charred body of a wehrmacht officer grotesquely positioned in the turret hatch. Dumbledore sigh, thinking of the great loss caused by the muggle conflict. No, he corrected himself mentally, not just a muggle war, for part of the blame lay itself upon the wizarding world. This is what took him to Germany. The final part of a long journey to bring an end to the evil machinations of the Dark Wizard, Grindewald. A decisive win here, combined with the imminent fall of the Third Reich was what both worlds needed to ensure peace at last.
Dumbledore, lifting his gaze from the horrific reminder of war, now stared out at his objective. For all appearance it could have been just a Nazi communications post, a small compound of heavy cement buildings. Albus knew better though, this was the final destination in his searching for the Dark Lord. He had at last run Grindewald to earth and now was the time to finish it once and for all.
By: J.R. Riddle
Authors Note: This fic is mostly in reaction to the weird, and to be quite honest, ridiculous portrayal of Albus Dumbledore in many fanfiction works. This story chronicles the final defeat of Grindewald by Dumbledore and it an attempt to show Dumbledore as the truly powerful wizard that he is. No more stories about Dumbledore being a weak-assed character, always humorous but with nothing behind it, or even stupider, wrestling with idiotic moral dilemmas. Rather what I will attempt to show in this story is a Dumbledore as a wizard in his prime, the key player in a battle of light versus dark and worthy of being called the greatest wizard that ever lived. Enjoy and please review.....and please feel free to flame away. JR
Prologue - Somewhere in Western Germany - Spring 1945
A murder of ravens circled in long looping spirals against the cloud flecked sky. Their high pierced cries were in sharp contrast to the soft sound of the wind whispering through new, spring grasses of a hillside meadow. Nor did they seem to attract the attention of the tall man striding through the grass as he made his way toward the crest of the sloping hill. Only when the man had reached his goal and flung back the hood that had partially covered his head did he glance upwards at the birds and then down at what must be the object of their interest.
The pulling of back of the hood revealed the face lined with a certain grimness and resolve. The most captivating thing about his face, however, were the bright, piercing blue eyes that scanned the countryside, taking in everything and forgetting nothing. Albus Dumbledore glanced again at the partially destroyed panzer tank, with the charred body of a wehrmacht officer grotesquely positioned in the turret hatch. Dumbledore sigh, thinking of the great loss caused by the muggle conflict. No, he corrected himself mentally, not just a muggle war, for part of the blame lay itself upon the wizarding world. This is what took him to Germany. The final part of a long journey to bring an end to the evil machinations of the Dark Wizard, Grindewald. A decisive win here, combined with the imminent fall of the Third Reich was what both worlds needed to ensure peace at last.
Dumbledore, lifting his gaze from the horrific reminder of war, now stared out at his objective. For all appearance it could have been just a Nazi communications post, a small compound of heavy cement buildings. Albus knew better though, this was the final destination in his searching for the Dark Lord. He had at last run Grindewald to earth and now was the time to finish it once and for all.