a/n  Omigoodnessgosh!  This took forever to get up, and I'm really sorry.  I've been trying to write up papers for my different classes (you try doing my English classes; it's a pain!).  Anyway, this one is kind of a popular demand thing.  I've had a couple requests for Dumbledore's POV, and I'm going to give it my best shot.  This chapter is once again to Lindsey and Elisa; I think about them every time I write this now, because, just like Lily and James, their suddenly not being there was a shock to us all.  God bless.

--April

POV #8—Dumbledore

I don't believe I've ever been so exhausted in all my years, and so many years they have been.  I feel so old, suddenly; as if I've seen too much all at once.  There are murmurs of lies within the Order of Phoenix; deceit and betrayal.  I fear that it all falls to young Sirius, although James and Lily trust him explicitly.  I can only pray that they were right in making him the Secret Keeper.

What am I thinking?  It's Sirius Black, for heaven's sake!  A comedic and trustworthy young lad if ever there was one.  I can still remember clearly when he was in school here.  Always raising a ruckus wherever he went, friends and admirers following him constantly.  He, James, Remus, and Peter constantly being sent to my office.  How I miss those carefree days before this darkness fell when all I had to worry about were mischievous students.

Although, in a way, I suppose that's all it is now; a student of mine gone bad.  Where did I go wrong with him?  Tom seemed to show such talent, but there was always that hint of darkness in his aura.  Perhaps it's merely the result of his marred childhood.  It could be, though, that he was my failure.  With more guidance from me, he may have turned out much better.  But I was merely a teacher who ignored the tell-tale signs of upset and malevolence, like so many.  How could we be so foolish to think—

Oh, for heaven's sake.  Another message; probably more complaints from another parent about my abilities as a headmaster.  It wouldn't bother me if they were somewhat constructive, but no.

Wait.  This is an official letter.  "We regret to inform you…"

Oh, no.  Please, God, not now.  These people are the least deserving people of death.  Tom, what have you done?  You've killed two of the most decent people I know, and for what?  A prophesy?  Do you have to have so much power?  You're like Herod of old; the child that may take away your power must die.

Ah, but wait?  What's this?  Oh, Tom, and like Herod of old, you didn't succeed.  You may have killed Lily and James, but your doom still lives.  One day, Tom, he will destroy you.  I know you're still out there.  I will train this boy when he comes to me.  He won't know his responsibility, though.  He won't know that he is the only one who can kill you, to truly take away everything you have, as you have done to so many others.

He will not know…

Until he succeeds.

a/n  Gah!!!  I tried to do this as best I could, and I hope you don't hate me.  Reviews would be nice.  I like reviews.  They make me feel special.  So warm, so fuzzy.  Love you all!