A/N-This version was the first that I wrote, but did not get submitted due to it's word count. It was kind of fun to write, but had no particular style to it. So. . .that makes it just a another AU death scene.

Death

Scene: - An expanse of railroad track, set across a delectable expanse of scenic English countryside. By the track, three figures, black robed and white masked, stand posed. A fourth figure is tied to the track. Not too far in the distance, there is heard the sound of the approaching train.

DEATH EATER 1 : Hark! What is that noise I hear? It seems to be the train, I fear!

DEATH EATER 2 : Tell us about what you know, Dumbledore!

DUMBLEDORE: ( from the track) That would take me another lifetime!

DEATH EATER 3 : Spare me your sarcastic wit! The train comes, you fool! Tell me where the boy is hiding.

DUMBLEDORE : Ah! But I know hundreds of boys. Of which do you speak?

DEATH EATER 2 : Be not a martyr for hopeless causes! Tell me where he is hidden, and I will

spare your life!

DUMBLEDORE : To trade my life for that of another? That would be no life worth living!

DEATH EATER 3 : This is no time for heroics! ( takes out a wand and hexes Dumbledore , who cries out in agony.)

DUMBLEDORE : Torture me Malfoy! ( Yes, I know it is you! ) I will never be an aid to your wickedness!

DEATH EATER 1 : Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack, What cometh along the railroad track?

DEATH EATER 2 : Allow yourself to die then, and leave us to your yet un-feathered fledglings. We'll pick their bones, two-by -two until someone confesses the secret.

DUMBLEDORE : If that is what you believe; then you are mistaken. Tragically so. My secrets, such as they are, shall die with me, and the ones who call themselves my

followers will lay you to rest, each and every one.

( The sound of the train is now loud, and the Death Eaters take a step backwards as the engine rounds the bend; rearing up huge and oily black . )

DEATH EATER 1 : If it is, that you won't tell, then time has come to say. . .farewell.

DUMBLEDORE: Alas. Oh woe. 'Tis the end of me. Come death and deliver me, for there is never a hero around when one is so desperately needed!

( The Hogwarts Express passes through the scene, in a fury of steel and steam, blotting from our view temporarily the four figures. When it is entirely departed, there is only the three masked figures, there cloaks blowing in the wind as they bowed their heads momentarily towards the track. Not a scrap of cloth or a strand of beard that was Dumbledore's was left in sight on the abandoned rail.)

DEATH EATER 2 : Fool.

DEATH EATER 1 : Dumbledore the Lionhearted, has now at last bravely departed.

DEATH EATER 3 : Unmask gentleman, and bow your heads. This is a grave moment, yet darkly ironic, for Dumbledore the noble has been unwittingly killed by the very children he has fought so valiantly to protect. Say farewell, to a fool, my friends. Adieu.

( The Death Eaters Disapparate)