Portrait of the Greatest
The portrait of the greatest headmaster Hogwarts had ever seen, as some could have called him, though he himself would not have, was fixed behind the large desk, giving the impression of looking down on everything that the new headmistress would do. His death, so sudden, so… final, shocked the wizarding community when the notice first appeared in the Daily Prophet. That day is still fresh in the older folk's minds when they glance up at the portrait of him, even though it happened many years ago.
Today, though, he smiled down at the new headmistress who had been a student in the school when he was headmaster. Her wizened hair streaked with silver hair was loose upon her shoulders as she glanced back to gaze at the portrait as she had done often in her first week of being in charge of the rather large school. A grin formed on her lips as she noticed the old headmaster looking down at her, and she at last spoke the words she had thought but hadn't found the courage to say, "I miss you, Professor. Harry does, too, though he won't admit it anymore."
Tears still formed in her eyes, even after all the years that had passed since his death. She managed a weak smile and then walked out of the office, leaving Dumbledore to rest in peace.