DIS: Uhhhmm … not mine … although … I wish … *SOB*
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Dumbledore sat in his office, idly watching the odds and ends he'd collected from time to time. The room was warm, combining both the heat of the fire and that of his phoenix, Fawkes. Light, filtering in from the small window, bounced around, creating a radiant and bubbly atmosphere. All in all, a room that screamed comfort and reassurance. Safety.
If only …
Gazing into the fire, he allowed memories to wash over him, take control of his mind, and twist his perceptions.
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It had been a trying night; four attacks on Muggle-born officials successfully thwarted. Severus sat in the corner, letting the shadows hide him, creating shadows within shadows. Dumbledore, pouring himself a cup of tea, mused at how like the shadows his Potion Master was. Hiding, fleeing from the light, yet a part of it anyway. He smiled as he turned towards the reclusive man, knowing the answer to the question about to be asked, yet unable to resist.
"Ah, Severus" he sighed, his voice deep and comforting, "Would you care for a Lemon Drop? I'm rather fond of them, as you well know and …" He left the rest unsaid, knowing that the man before him knew what he would say. A ritual, played every night since their first meeting. Things often went unsaid between them. Old friends, knowing the other as well, maybe better, than themselves. Time seemed to do that to people.
"Albus" The word spoken, curt yet polite, echoed in the older man's memory, playing in its fields. It wasn't the word that caused the effect, but the way it was spoken. Softly, imbedded with a deep trust.
The night replayed again, revolving around that one word. The only one making any sense on that disastrous night. The only one to be remembered when the memory of that night could no longer be. It was real, but seemed so imaginary.
Sighing, Albus Dumbledore rolled his shoulders and readied himself for bed. 'It always feels that way when you lose a friend.'
Fawkes, sensing melancholy, crooned gently in his sleep.
His master had already left the room.
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