Title: If You Are Not
Disclaimer: JK conceived of them. JK owns them.
Summary: Dumbledore's thoughts at the end of GOF.
Note: This is a companion fic to "If You Are Prepared". It's not meant to be a Dumbledore/Snape slash, but I guess it could be interpreted that way. This was also recently edited to fix some rather glaring errors.
You have returned to me. This time, I feared you would not. We both know the danger that shadows your every step. It has been such since before your birth. Lady Destiny has been known to be cruel, and your hand has been dealt harshly.
Dear child, you're shivering. As always, too thin and too proud to admit when you are cold. With me, you do not have to be strong. You know that, don't you? I know the nightmares that plague you. I know the weight of regrets that rests on you. Your father, your family never cherished you beyond existing as another game piece. It may not look like it to others, but surely you know you are more to me?
You are my son, in all ways that could ever matter. May I be your father? One of us may not live to see the outcome of this war. I am surprised we have survived even this far, but we excel at such. Perhaps now we may learn how to live?
Cry, my friend. Cry as much as you need. There is no shame in yielding to tears or accepting comfort. This place should always mean safety to you.
You will return to that hell. I know you too well to think otherwise. Go safely, my friend. Survive, my son.