Prologue-
A/N:Hello! I could say something immensely boring, like 'this is my first fanfic!' but I'm not going to, everybody does that.
Whether this is good or not is for you to decide, hate it? Love it? Can't be bothered either way? Tell me anyway, I'm tough, I'll handle it. I hope it's not a complete waste of you time, but that's my fault if it is, so it's up to you to read it.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my thoughts, and the plot. And maybe some characters you don't recognise.
Summary: He was a boy with no future, she a girl without a past. Together they were a lethal weapon, designed to dispose of Voldemort, unknowingly make the path clear for the real, disturbed, enemy…
13th February 1960,
The fire crackled, bathing the circular room in eerie green light, casting the backs of silver and emerald chairs and the singular crystal chandelier in shadow. It was wide, but the room had only two miniscule windows, as if the creator detested light and wished it to be banished from the owners' life completely. The bare stone wall was unadorned with paintings, ornaments, anything to give the room more life; grey, silver and sickly green were the only accomplices of the room that seemed a prison to anyone who walked through the door.
Except one. The owner of the deathly place had never particular favoured these colours, until his sixteen birthday, when he met a being who opened his eyes to the world and sealed his path in stone. Before that fateful day, Albus Dumbledore's life could have developed any way; there were thousands of opportunities laid out before him, but the moment his eyes had rested upon that cruel -but unknowing- person, had opened his mouth in greeting, all other doors had fallen shut and only one path was clear to him. He walked into destiny's arms, and never managed to break her hold.
He never realised any of this; that he could have had a normal life- well, normal for a wizard who was so pure in spirit and had potential up to his eyebrows- instead of getting caught up in destiny's disastrous clasp. But for Albus, everything he did, however monstrous, however despicable and terrifying, it was always for the greater good.
Back then, when he was younger, Albus had believed himself invincible, indestructible, a being of power so immense he was obliged to harness his gift, and put it to the rightful cause; domination of the Muggles. But, as time passed, and Dumbledore's knowledge grew, he began to realise what he had become, how completely vulnerable he was, and no talent with a piece of wood could protect him from that. It was true what people said about him, whispered behind his back; Dumbledore was a great wizard. Terrible, but great.
But in the end, it was inevitable that Albus Dumbledore's past would catch up with him, no matter how fast he ran.
A/N:In my eyes, this isn't really long enough to be a proper chapter, this is just explaining why Dumbledore did what he did (Hint) and how he paid the price. I was going to be mean, and say no reviews, no updates, but I know how that feels, so I won't. But you are completely welcome to review if you want.
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