The autumn leaves fell onto his back as the war wagged on around him. He had thought himself as brave, strong, a hero has the world baptized him. But here it was safe, peaceful, and the comfort of death was surrounding him.
Dumbledore approached his star pupil, the idol of the wizardary world. He knew the reasons, knew his thoughts just by the look in his eyes. Smiling wearily he lied down next to the boy's bloody body, his bloody as well in different spots.
"Do you mind if we go together my son?" All he receives is a nod.