LAST GIFT BY TAKSHAK

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard to live in late 19th century was pacing in headmasters room at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry in Scotland.

Hour was late in the night but his mind was churning with thoughts about future and one boy in particular Harry Potter, for the said boy was very close to his heart, though he has never shown it now it's too late.

He knew he was dying and he cannot do anything about it, for in his wisdom or as many would say folly he touched a object so cursed that had he his wits about him he would never have touched it and now it was too late. Therefore he was preparing for what was to come, no, not for himself, for Harry Potter. He had never given a thought to what will happen if he was to perish before Harry can fulfill his part of the prophecy. No, he was not afraid of death for he was very looking forward to next great adventure as he calls death but he never envisaged his next great calling will caught him at the most inopportune time. But as all great beings he was ready and preparing his affairs before that journey.

His only worry was how to prepare the boy for his destiny. Time was short very short for him, by his guess maybe few days at the least. As Albus was thinking and getting melancholy his companion Fawkes began singing that attracted his attention. As both their gaze met he got images through their bond and for the first time that night Albus smiled and his eyes, serene ocean blue eyes, began twinkling again.