Well, I was thinking the other day, and I thought up this... well, just read it.

Katrina

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore walked along the beach beside his dead,little brother Aberforth's house, thinking. The war was over, the deed had been done, Harry Potter had done what he had been born to do, and everyone was happy again. He sighed. He knew that probably... someday soon, it would be time to die. He had been living for about 150 years after all... not many people last that long in the modern world.

He looked out to the sunset, seeing but not seeing, the ocean sparkling with a deep blue palor.

"Is it fun out here?" a familiar voice asked.

Albus turned around. "Harry? What brings you here?" he asked his former pupil.

A man of 20 years old came up beside Dumbledore. He was rather tall, about as tall as Dumbledore himself, emerald green eyes sparkling behind round glasses. His jet black hair had grown a bit... but he still looked like a man that had... lost something. As if with the killing blow to Voldemort, part of his own life had been swept away. He was now prone to coughing spells that left him breathless for fifteen minutes, and he couldn't walk as fast as he used to, as much as he tried to hide it. He looked out to the sunset. "I saw you walking out here with that look that you used to get on your face when one of the students got into trouble." Albus let out a breath that sounded like a snort.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking."

Harry grinned a devilish grin, seeming to project all of his father in it. "You'd think, after doing it for as many years as you have, it would get tiring." he teased lightly.

Albus smiled. "Never Harry. Never stop--"

"-- The pursuit of knowledge." Harry finished.

"Exactly. My job is done, I've taught you well." Harry laughed.

After a pause, Harry put on a queer look. "If it's not intruding, what were you thinking about?"

Dumbledore looked out to the horizon, and for a while, it seemed like he wouldn't answer, when he said, "My life."

Harry was rather surprised at this comment."Your life?"

"Yes... I was just thinking I've never had it so good. I mean, it's been a hundred and fifty-five year run, and I'm almost at the finish line--"

"--and still in first."

"Exactly."

Harry chuckled quietly. "Funny, I never would've thought before this day of you dying."

Dumbledore smiled and looked to the grown man beside him. "Oh? Why's that?"

"Just seemed... you were always the pillar of... knowledge, of support... I don't know how to explain it, and I doubt that your students could either. Just seemed to most of us, you had always been there, you would always be there."

Dumbledore snorted. Then sighed. "I suppose, from your young minds, I would be. I thought the same way of Professor Merlin when he was at the school. He had been there for 600 years, why wouldn't he be there tommorow?"

Harry was rather interested. "You studied under Merlin?"

"Yes. Believe me, if you think I'm ancient, go talk to his ghost sometime."

Harry chuckled.

After another pause at which the two men were looking out to the horizons... both men having been near death... both men understanding the other... the younger one spoke up. "You should write a book."

Albus was startled. "A book?"

"Yes, about your life."

Albus looked away, mind overflowing with memories. "No one wants to hear that story Harry. I'd be writing for years."

"Not exactly, I'd say about a year if you worked at it with magic."

Albus laughed. "Maybe I taught you too well?"

"Well, I was your pupil."

"Granted."

A woman of about twenty with long, deep red hair, brown eyes and freckles came up near them, holding a little baby. "Harry, Professor, you'd better come back inside, it's getting rather cold."

Harry turned around and smiled at her. "We'll be in in a moment Ginny dear." he said. Ginny nodded, walking back down, the little baby waving over her shoulder at his father. Harry waved back, chuckling.

Albus watched both of them. "Dylan is getting stronger every day." he said, commenting about the frail two year old.

Harry frowned. "I still can't help but worry... you know?"

"It's natural for a father."

Harry shot his former teacher a grin. "I suppose you're going to say this is what I get for having sex before marrige?"

"No... go talk to Severus if you want that sort of speaking." Harry laughed.

A crash came from inside the house, and Hermione Granger yelled, "RONALD! YOU BROKE THE VASE!"

Harry and Dumbledore stood on the beach holding in their laughter. "We should probably get inside." Harry said.

"I'll be in in a minute Harry."

Harry nodded, and walked down the beach. About twenty paces away, he stopped and turned around, hair blowing in the wind. "I still think you should write that book... many people would be interested in the history of the famous Albus Dumbledore."

Albus frowned just a bit. "Perhaps." he muttered...

Well, that concludes the prelude. I think you can see where this is going.

Read, review, do whatever.

I'll get Chapter Two up... probably before I get Weird Things that Happened After Chapter Four up.

hehe

Sayonara,

Katrina