DISCLAMER: You have all heard this thousands of times before, but it still has to be said. JK Rowling owns all the characters and random scenery and I own the plot (I...think...)
A/N: This is set in the year after Harry has graduated Hogwarts. Voldemort has fallen but he has taken many with him. These are the thoughts of Albus Dumbledore as he looks out over the battlefields.Dumbledore's Children
Its Over. It's finally over.
That is what is going through my head as I look out over the eerily silent fields, the scent of blood and death filling my nostrils. My heart weeps as I take in the countless unmoving bodies of my children. From the ones who fought bravely for the light but fell in battle, to the ones wearing the faceless white masks and black cloaks, which conceal their branded left forearms. They are all my children. And I have failed them.
As my eyes roam these tainted meadows one body catches my eye, causing my blood to run with the fire of anger. Tom. He is not my child, and never has been. He caused all this death, anguish and suffering. He is nothing to me but a corpse, a memory to be forgotten. He is the only person I ever hated. Not just the superficial hatred which wanes with time, but hatred that runs through the veins, eating at you from the inside.
I try to shake off the animosity building once again in my heart.
'It is over' I tell myself, but something in me doesn't quite believe it. Wizards and muggles alike never seem to learn from their mistakes. They will continue to shed the blood of the innocent until they triumph, or die trying. Too many have died in these few days.
With a small shake of my head I bring myself back to the real world, but at the moment, I wish it wasn't so real. Lying a few feet away from Tom is..... Harry. He sacrificed himself to save wizard-kind from the wrath of Lord Voldemort. When he died, he took Tom with him. He will always be remembered as a hero.
I let out a sigh as I walk across the hard ground of this frosty spring morning, the bodies of many of those I considered friends strewn around. Minerva, Remus, Arthur, Severus, Charlie and Ronald. All died at the hands of Tom and his followers.
Why did this happen? This went beyond typical Slytherin ambition. Or did it? I have never been able to interact with my Slytherins, they keep themselves so... isolated. Perhaps that is part of the problem, perhaps socialising with only others filled with the same aspiration, the same drive makes the ambition that lives inside them to become concentrated into hunger for power. I doubt I shall ever know.
Another sigh passes through my lips as I turn and face the castle. My heart is filled with sorrow as I survey the ruins that used to be so dear to me. She is now only a shadow of her former self. I am doubtful they will ever rebuild her.
I slowly start to trudge back to the castle, to console the survivors. Everyone has lost someone, everyone feels the hurt that radiates from others, as it merges with their own.
I pause as I reach the castle gates and tell myself for one final time.
'It's over.'
But as I start walking again, another voice springs up in the back of my mind, full of hate and pain.....
'It will never be over'
~*FIN*~
A/N: Well.. I hope you liked it.... and if you didn't, then please don't be too mean, im only 14...
Anyway...if you have time please R&R my other fic 'The Sorting Hat's Misery' as well as this one.
Thank you to all the people who already have.
Update: I just fixed all the minor spelling and gramatical mistakes i'd made. Hopefully, i'll beable to write again in the summer. ^.^
A/N: This is set in the year after Harry has graduated Hogwarts. Voldemort has fallen but he has taken many with him. These are the thoughts of Albus Dumbledore as he looks out over the battlefields.
Its Over. It's finally over.
That is what is going through my head as I look out over the eerily silent fields, the scent of blood and death filling my nostrils. My heart weeps as I take in the countless unmoving bodies of my children. From the ones who fought bravely for the light but fell in battle, to the ones wearing the faceless white masks and black cloaks, which conceal their branded left forearms. They are all my children. And I have failed them.
As my eyes roam these tainted meadows one body catches my eye, causing my blood to run with the fire of anger. Tom. He is not my child, and never has been. He caused all this death, anguish and suffering. He is nothing to me but a corpse, a memory to be forgotten. He is the only person I ever hated. Not just the superficial hatred which wanes with time, but hatred that runs through the veins, eating at you from the inside.
I try to shake off the animosity building once again in my heart.
'It is over' I tell myself, but something in me doesn't quite believe it. Wizards and muggles alike never seem to learn from their mistakes. They will continue to shed the blood of the innocent until they triumph, or die trying. Too many have died in these few days.
With a small shake of my head I bring myself back to the real world, but at the moment, I wish it wasn't so real. Lying a few feet away from Tom is..... Harry. He sacrificed himself to save wizard-kind from the wrath of Lord Voldemort. When he died, he took Tom with him. He will always be remembered as a hero.
I let out a sigh as I walk across the hard ground of this frosty spring morning, the bodies of many of those I considered friends strewn around. Minerva, Remus, Arthur, Severus, Charlie and Ronald. All died at the hands of Tom and his followers.
Why did this happen? This went beyond typical Slytherin ambition. Or did it? I have never been able to interact with my Slytherins, they keep themselves so... isolated. Perhaps that is part of the problem, perhaps socialising with only others filled with the same aspiration, the same drive makes the ambition that lives inside them to become concentrated into hunger for power. I doubt I shall ever know.
Another sigh passes through my lips as I turn and face the castle. My heart is filled with sorrow as I survey the ruins that used to be so dear to me. She is now only a shadow of her former self. I am doubtful they will ever rebuild her.
I slowly start to trudge back to the castle, to console the survivors. Everyone has lost someone, everyone feels the hurt that radiates from others, as it merges with their own.
I pause as I reach the castle gates and tell myself for one final time.
'It's over.'
But as I start walking again, another voice springs up in the back of my mind, full of hate and pain.....
~*FIN*~
A/N: Well.. I hope you liked it.... and if you didn't, then please don't be too mean, im only 14...
Anyway...if you have time please R&R my other fic 'The Sorting Hat's Misery' as well as this one.
Thank you to all the people who already have.
Update: I just fixed all the minor spelling and gramatical mistakes i'd made. Hopefully, i'll beable to write again in the summer. ^.^