AN: Yay you've continued to read this! Thanks! I hope you guys like what I choose to do with the painting aspect. I sort of decided to make the portraits a bit more like the living. I hope that was a good idea.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had died on the 30th of June in the year 1997. He had been 115, and by his own accord, lived a brilliant life. He had always been a man filled with sypathy and kindness. There was never a soul that he didn't find value in. The old man had known so many in his long life. So many great and aweful wizards, but hardly any could measure up to Harry James Potter. That was one of his only regrets in death. Dumbledore regretted not telling Harry more. His only hope was that the boy was able to see the justice in what he had done. He didn't want the boy to loose more people in his life, but Albus knew that his death was unavoidable.
Although Albus was dead, a part of him lived on through a large portrait that had been painted of him. He had been painted some time ago, like most headmaster paintings and now he hung in the headmaster quarters high on the wall.
Albus quite liked his spot on the wall, he could see everything that had once meant something to him. All the books he had read hundreds of times and the desk that he sat at and worked. The contrast between the stone and the gold was as beautiful and vibrant as ever. He enjoyed looking at the room he once enhabited. In a way it gave him the bit of peace and comfort he needed. It was an undeniable fact that Albus wanted to be the way he used to be, not dead and able to leave the frames.
The best part of the Portrait world, Albus learned, was visiting others. He was able to seem many of the people he had once known. He frequently visited the other pictures. Sometimes he wanted to know what they had seen, in their spot of the school and sometimes he just wanted to have a good talk with them.