Lament For The White.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Order of Merlin First Class
Chief Wizard of the Wingmont.
The only one He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named feared
Leader of The Order of the Phoenix
Defeater of the Dark wizard Grindleward
Joint Discoverer of the twelve uses of dragon blood
He will never be truly gone as those who live remain loyal to him.
May he finally rest.
The Chosen One stood and read the inscription on the white tomb of his fallen leader. He felt a surge of anger course through him. Serverus Snape would pay for what he had done, the Chosen One would make sure of that. His mind turn to what he and Dumbledore had discussed over this year. He would find and destroy the remaining Horcruxes. Even if it killed him. Then and only then could Voldemort be killed. It was his destiny. He was the Chosen One. He looked back at the tomb and felt another emotion flow through him, love. Love for the old man who had died, love for the old man who had protected him as much as he could, love for the old man who had been like family. The Chosen One knew what he must do. What was his destiny. He had to kill the Dark Lord. He looked back at the tomb for one final time. "I'll keep my word. I'll get them, I promise. I'll destroy then all, then I'll go and destroy him. This is my promise to you. Goodbye Professor. You'll be missed…I'll miss you. Bye…old man." And with that Harry turned and left. He left to start his promise.
"After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure." – Albus Dumbledore.
Enjoy your adventure.