Authors Note: I am so thrilled about the news about Dumbledore being gay, I hope and pray that this will help more people will embrace tolerance of half-bloods, muggle borns, gays and all minority's. Any who, please read, review and repeat :-) And yes, this is my first story.

Disclaimer: And of course, I do not own any H.P. character...cause if I did...Sirius and Remus would be together with a nice house and a litter of pups and...well...I digress. They belong to the wonderful and just fan-damn-tabulous J.K. Rowling.


It was a clear night and on the tallest tower of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Order of Merlin First Class, and countless other titles, stood slumped against one of the ramparts. His breathing was labored, his skin was deathly pale. His eye with their framiler twinkle behind the half mooned spectacles. The piercing blue eyes were looking at two black, bottomless eyes. With all the strength he had left he managed, "Severus...Severus...please..." He saw the hatred and revulsion in the eyes as the man stepped forward and raised his wand. The blue eyes flickered for a second to a spot that looked deserted, and he thought he could see the green eyes staring back at him. A second later they flickered back to the bottomless pits in time to see a jet of green light rush toward him and then...the 116 year life that had achived so much was over.

Chapter 1: Owl from Home

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore walked through the streets of London with a sense of pride. Eighteen years old and freshly graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Finally, he was going beyond the United Kingdom, the idea of being in Egypt and seeing the famed pyramids made by the wizards(or, as the ancient Egyptians knew them as, priests), seeing the manticore sanctuary in the Greece country side. As a horse passed him, Albus, his rucksack behind him arrived at his destination. The Leaky Cauldron, looking at the outside of the famed pub, he felt a rush of excitement, he had never felt such love for the building. Here, in less then twenty-four hours, he would be gone for over a year. With a shaking hand, he reached and opened the door. Inside, his classmate and acquaintance and the newest employee of the famed bar was behind the bar. Tom, his sandy hair askew greeted Albus with a large smile.

"Albus! I hear you're off to explore the world with Doge. He is already here, room 12."

With a nod and a wide smile, Albus ran up the stairs, feeling like a young boy on Christmas versus a young wizard, he got to the room(not even bothering to knock)and barged in on his friend, Elphias 'Dog breath' Doge. Doge was in the middle of fastening his cloak when Dumbledore went and gave his friend a hug. Doge wore an identical radiating smile. Doge also had the same atmosphere about him that Albus had. Pure and unadulterated excitement.

"I bet your mother was ready to get rid of you Albus, I know for sure my mother was."

Albus let out a snicker. "Yes Elph, but your mother always wanted to get rid of you."

Doge responded by throwing a pillow at Dumbledore, who, in a flash, had produced his wand and with a lazy flick, sent it back at Doge and hit him again and again. Doge collapsed under the assault of the feathery pillow, still laughing.

"E..enough, Albus...p..p...please!" he begged.

Albus, with a sigh flicked his wand for a second time and the pillow immediately fell limp on top of Doge who was breathing heavily. As Doge got up and settled, still giggling, on top of the bed, panting, Albus looked at Doge. Doge had been his best friend since the first day at Hogwarts, seven years ago today. Albus still remembered Doge, a sickish tinge to his skin, coming into his compartment. Dumbledore had been sitting alone on purpose. Scarcely eight months had passed since...since it had happened. Albus shook the thought from his head, but even as he did the vision of his father being taken away by ministry wizards formed in his mind. He remembered crying. Why were they taking him away? Didn't they realize all he had done was avenge his sister against those...those...monsters. Dodge's voice brought Albus back to the present.

"...nd of course if we leave tomorrow at 5 as planned, it is perhaps best if we go to bed now instead of attack each other with pillows."

But as he said that, Albus noticed an owl flying toward the window. It was his owl and it had a letter tied to it's leg. Albus, with a puzzled look opened the window and took the letter.

Albus,

there was an explosion at your house. Your mother is gravely injured. Come home fast.

Batilda.


First chapter done. I hope to go at least all the way to the end of his life. However, you decide! that is right, like voting for American Idol, you decide if I go on!