Dear Harry,
I could apologize for this. But I'm not going to. I've seen so many of my favorite, promising, and gifted students killed, ruined or lost to the dark.
Your parents.
Frank and Krista Longbottom.
Dylan and Carly Prewett.
Tara Bones.
Cedric.
Hermione.
Ginny.
Sirius.
Remus.
Lucius and Draco Malfoy.
Yes, even the Malfoys. They're not dead, but they're lost. And it saddens me.
So many people have been hurt. And so many people have sat around doing nothing at all to help. I've helped.
But not near enough.
I have watched you grow up Harry. And anyone who knows you... Who loves you... couldn't help but be proud of the person you've become. In everything you've faced, you've shown great character, strength and tenacity. You have never ceased to amaze me.
You're parents would be proud too.
They shouldn't have died. No one should have. I could have done something a long time ago, but I didn't. I had excuses made for me by others why I didn't... Amazingly no one really accused me of sitting idle... So many people have been false accused... Sirius, for one... But not once have I really been accused of what I really was doing.
And the guilt weighs me down.
I promised Minerva McGonagall, that day in the hospital, that I wouldn't try again until it was all over. She knew me well enough not to tell me never to try it again. I am unbelievable stubborn in most respects, including this one.
So I'm ending it Harry. I owe you that; I owe everyone else that. Remus should have had to live in his exile alone. Sirius should have never spent even 1 minute in Azkaban, let alone twelve years. Neville's parents should be able to recognize him. The Weasleys should have their only daughter back. You should never have had to live with your awful relatives. (Yes, I knew they were horrible. I'm sorry... But there wasn't much choice...)
It has to end, and I realized I couldn't wait for someone else, like you, to finish it.
I have Three Pensieves in my cupboard. One is for you. I have filled it with memories... Of your parents, their friends, things that happened during their school years (Yes, it even includes some of their best pranks... Some of the ones that even the teachers couldn't help laughing at...) The second one is for McGonagall... And the third one is for the school. You can project everything in it for the whole school easily... the spell is "projectorus memora."
You may have Fawkes. You're the only other person he has ever really warmed up to... take care of him. Also, Godric Gryffindor's sword. You pulled it out of the hat.
Enjoy the rest of your time at Hogwarts. I value all my time spent there, and I hope you do to.
You amaze me. Through everything, you've always thought of others before yourself, and no matter how much it hurts, you did the right thing. Thank you for that. You may be the boy who lived, but you lived for everyone else, not yourself.
Not may people get second chances. You deserve this one after everything you've done. Use it well.
I am not afraid, Harry. Forgive me for quoting myself, but to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. I have to believe that.
Thank you. You've made a lot of things worthwhile.
Adieu.
Albus
Dumbledore
And Fawkes, from his perch in the corner, burst into mournful Phoenix song.
I could apologize for this. But I'm not going to. I've seen so many of my favorite, promising, and gifted students killed, ruined or lost to the dark.
Your parents.
Frank and Krista Longbottom.
Dylan and Carly Prewett.
Tara Bones.
Cedric.
Hermione.
Ginny.
Sirius.
Remus.
Lucius and Draco Malfoy.
Yes, even the Malfoys. They're not dead, but they're lost. And it saddens me.
So many people have been hurt. And so many people have sat around doing nothing at all to help. I've helped.
But not near enough.
I have watched you grow up Harry. And anyone who knows you... Who loves you... couldn't help but be proud of the person you've become. In everything you've faced, you've shown great character, strength and tenacity. You have never ceased to amaze me.
You're parents would be proud too.
They shouldn't have died. No one should have. I could have done something a long time ago, but I didn't. I had excuses made for me by others why I didn't... Amazingly no one really accused me of sitting idle... So many people have been false accused... Sirius, for one... But not once have I really been accused of what I really was doing.
And the guilt weighs me down.
I promised Minerva McGonagall, that day in the hospital, that I wouldn't try again until it was all over. She knew me well enough not to tell me never to try it again. I am unbelievable stubborn in most respects, including this one.
So I'm ending it Harry. I owe you that; I owe everyone else that. Remus should have had to live in his exile alone. Sirius should have never spent even 1 minute in Azkaban, let alone twelve years. Neville's parents should be able to recognize him. The Weasleys should have their only daughter back. You should never have had to live with your awful relatives. (Yes, I knew they were horrible. I'm sorry... But there wasn't much choice...)
It has to end, and I realized I couldn't wait for someone else, like you, to finish it.
I have Three Pensieves in my cupboard. One is for you. I have filled it with memories... Of your parents, their friends, things that happened during their school years (Yes, it even includes some of their best pranks... Some of the ones that even the teachers couldn't help laughing at...) The second one is for McGonagall... And the third one is for the school. You can project everything in it for the whole school easily... the spell is "projectorus memora."
You may have Fawkes. You're the only other person he has ever really warmed up to... take care of him. Also, Godric Gryffindor's sword. You pulled it out of the hat.
Enjoy the rest of your time at Hogwarts. I value all my time spent there, and I hope you do to.
You amaze me. Through everything, you've always thought of others before yourself, and no matter how much it hurts, you did the right thing. Thank you for that. You may be the boy who lived, but you lived for everyone else, not yourself.
Not may people get second chances. You deserve this one after everything you've done. Use it well.
I am not afraid, Harry. Forgive me for quoting myself, but to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. I have to believe that.
Thank you. You've made a lot of things worthwhile.
Adieu.
Albus
Dumbledore
And Fawkes, from his perch in the corner, burst into mournful Phoenix song.
