The Agony of Love
"Open it Albus!" she said with that beautiful smile. That big beautiful smile.
"Alright, hmmm, I wonder what this could be." Shaking the present Ann held out to me, I smiled too. My wonderful Ann, spending Christmas with me. We were both laughing and opening the few presents we had given each other.
It was my turn, the last gift. I tore at the paper and opened the box, inside were three pairs of socks! Ann exploded with laugher, and I joined in. A while ago, I had told her the joke about wanting socks, and she remembered! What a perfect gift.
No words were needed. Ann and I cuddled in front of the fire, and went to sleep.
The next day was the last day before I had to go back to Hogwarts. Ann and I spent it wandering about parks.
"I wish I were good at Transfiguration or something," she sighed, "then I could teach at your school." She twiddled her engagement ring wistfully.
We stopped under a tree and shared a lovely kiss. "Honey, we'll always be together. Don't worry."
The next day, I left my love and went back to teaching. Outside the school, Voldemort was on high, and my life was full of schoolwork and working against him. Each Daily Prophet had more bad news.
One day, I was eating breakfast and reading that delightfully morbid paper. When something made me spit out my food. In the section of who had been murdered, among many others, was the name "Ann Pollen". The teachers looked at me, and a couple students did too. I jumped up and ran outside. Out, I had to get out of there.
Running through the snow I dropped to my knees and sobbed. Heaving sobs of anguish. Ann, my Ann. He had taken her from me. The one thing I held dear, my life, my soul. He had taken her from me. Rage welled up inside me as I felt hate, hate mixed with sorrow. I wanted to make something explode, to burn something to ashes.
Most of all I wanted to destroy him. Him and that pain, the pain came from him. "Volemort" I said with anger. I said the name and spat in the snow. An odd thing happened where I had spat my saliva started boiling. It boiled red and steam rose up. There was a circle a few inches of diameter where the snow melted completely.
I understood what I had done, and was afraid. Of myself. And Him.
Calming down, I went to my office. I lay down and tried to think logically. What was there left to live for? My sweet Ann was gone.
I must save others from the same fate. I must control my rage and fight. I must destroy Him. Voldemort. He must be destroyed.
Author's Note: that was sort of short and pointless. I really wanted to write something about Dumbledorr and about him having a life. Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!