Prologue.
1997...
The tears watered the old mans eyes, that looked horrible like they were going to burst. His wise, wrinkled face looked saddened as he turned away from the silver doe that had emerged from the other man's wand, skipping outside of the window playfully. "After all this time?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes filled with sadness as he remembered the doe that had pranced around the room in a magnificent manner,
"Always…" came the reply of the man, his face now lined from age and battle that had torn away his spirit, however his emotions had gone long before. All he was left with now was anger, hurt and despair. His heart had been broken many a time before, so much so that it felt empty now, like he didn't have a heart to beat. He was happy that he was not a Vampire, for he didn't have to put up with the pain he felt now for the rest of his life. It would carry on through to death, where he would meet her again. Maybe then she would see that he had been right for her all along, and that his love would never falter.