For the Greater Good.
By ARTs Ninja Pal
Summary: In his last few days, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore contemplates his choices made for the Greater Good.
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Alas I question in my time of dying whether the choices I made were for the best.
For the Greater Good.
Always for the Greater Good. I told them. Multiple times.
My boys.
Severus, so young, turning to those of the dark arts. To be accepted, to be comforted is all what a child wants, all a child needs. To be loved. Of course I knew what was happening in his home life; Poppy had come to me every year with his case; with all the cases. Had I reached out to him more, he could have to come to our side long before Toms' wand touched his wrist.
Marking him.
I had hoped young Lily Evans would forgive their lost friendship after that small argument. But alas she would not do so.
And Harry, young Harry. Born in troubled times, to parents who loved him so much. Too much. And a young solider was born, and to be tested; to live with his muggle Aunt and her family. I detest to call my boy that, a child solider but alas that is what he was born to be.
A solider. A warrior. A hero of the light.
Dead men walking.
Both my boys.
I care for them, yes. Perhaps too much. To some, too little.
I do what I have to do for the later outcome.
For the future.
For the Greater Good.