A/N: In honor of Dumbledore. (starts to cry) Spoilers
He was going to do it, the look in his eyes told me. "Severus…" I spoke softly, pleading. Everyone was looking, wondering what was going to happen.
I never should have left the castle, I should have kept closer tabs on Severus and Draco. They say that you see your life flash before your eyes right before you die. And mine did. I remember the days before Tom Riddle. Mother used to go to muggle shops to go buy Lemon Drops. Mother would always go, "Lemon Drop, Albus?" Father and my brother never really liked muggle sweets, but mother and I loved them. We always had a stash hidden away so we could enjoy them whenever we wanted.
When first entered Hogwarts, my friends and I got into so much trouble, many of my staff have problems believing what I did in my school days. Like the time when we made the enchanted ceiling rain soup during breakfast, or when we locked the headmaster into the room of requirement. James and his friends and Fred and George reminded me of my teenage years. My days at Hogwarts must have been one of the more brighter points in my life.
Then I remember bringing Tom Riddle to the school. I watched him grow into a young man. I had taught him myself, but he was too set on the path of darkness. I also recall teaching most of my staff.
The terror of being killed started to scare people. Tom executed his plan well, and then the Order of the Phoenix was created. The prophecy was made, and both Harry and Neville were born. James and Lily died, and I had Harry sent to his aunt's house for his own protection.
I watched Harry grow up, he reminded me of Tom so much, had a few of his talents too. Being able to speak to snakes, powerful, a leader in their house, both being orphans. But the biggest difference between them was that Harry could love. He loved his parents, his godfather, his friends, most of his teachers, and many others. Harry could open up to others, whereas Tom couldn't. Harry loved people despite losing both his parents, Tom found joy in hearing others scream in terror, to scare them, to inflict pain, both mental and physical. Despite being so alike, they are as different as the sun and moon, cold and hot, light and dark.
I believe that Harry will defeat Tom, for all those who have died and will die. And Tom, despite all his genius and followers, Tom truly has no friends, has never loved, this will be his downfall.
"Severus…please." I pleaded once more. He raised his wand and said the spell.
Disclaimer: If I did write the book, I would have killed off someone else.