A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
Albus Dumbledore POV:
After you had kissed me, you smiled a bit.
"Brilliant," you muttered, more to yourself than me.
I looked at you curiously.
You realized I had heard.
Then went back to explaining the drawbacks of using inferi.
That night, I smiled and dreamed of you.
Of us, in a place far from here.
The next day, I went back to you.
You talked a bit; we kissed some.
It went like that for weeks.
We carried on meeting, staying up late making plans.
I had begun to believe what you said, wholeheartedly.
The idea of wizards dominating above all else.
Becoming so much more than we are.
Returning to our rightful place.
Soon, we got a fully established plan.
We decided what would happen when I graduated Hogwarts.
How we would travel the world together, searching for the Deathly Hallows.
Then, when we gained possession of all three, what would happen.
We'd unite them once more, becoming the most powerful beings of all time.
It was exhilarating, discussing our tactics together.
Every day, we'd meet up and go over the same thing, over and over again.
"Repetition is key," you told me.
Honestly, I was just happy to be in you company.
I thought it cute, the way you dreamed so big.
You could never satisfy your hunger for power.
The twinkle in your eye when we discussed our plan of putting Muggles in their place.
I knew the plot was completely unrealistic.
I just went along with it to make you happy.
That's what I lived for that summer, you know.
Giving you what you wanted, which was power.
I did it all for you.