Dumbledore Deaths, Act I Part I

It was January first, two thousand and nine. Dumbledore was in his office, looking at the picture of McGonagall on his desk. He kept asking himself why he hadn't asked McGonagall out yet; it was the New Year, and Dumbledore was going to make the best of it. Standing up, he ran to his door, tripping on his long robes along the way. He scowled. He hated being reminded that he was shorter than the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, a show-off Lockheart. Dumbledore hated him. He didn't know why in the world he had even hired him! Oh, that's right. Mmmmm…. That five thousand Muggle dollars sure put enough chocolate frogs in Dumbledore's belly…. Anyway, Dumbledore was just about to put in the secret code to open his door, (4-21-13-2-12-5-4-15-18-4-18-21-12-5-19(DUMBLEDORE RULES in baby code*; the only code Dumbledore could figure out)) when the door opened… by itself!

"Wow!" exclaimed Dumbledore, amazed. "I really AM magic! And Mommy said it was just all in my head!" he smiled. But then, McGonagall came in, and Dumbledore was just a little disappointed that his magic powers still hadn't come. But he was happy to see the wrinkly, stern woman he loved. She looked at him, and he wondered if she had found his note. She took it out of the folds of her robe. She really did find it! He was overjoyed. He had it memorized.

Dear McGonagall, I love you more than my magic is fake. More than my bad memory for first names. Anyways, I'm trying to ask you to go out on a date to that Butterbeer place that I like. Will you go?

It was SO romantic, no? She was going to say yes! Her mouth was opening, and she said,

"I hate you so much, Albus. I despise you with all of my being. And that's why I am dating the Dark Lord. Not you." What? No!

"Is this, so called, Dark Lord, taller than me?" Dumbledore asked, enraged.

"Yes."

"NOOOOO!" Dumbledore howled.

"And he asked me to do one thing before I left Hogwarts." She said.

"What?" Dumbledore asked through tears.

"This. Avada Kedavra." She said, and felled DUMBledore.

*A = 1, B = 2, C = 3, ect, ect.