A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
Albus Dumbledore POV:
It was a few weeks before I would need to return to Hogwarts.
You were out in your front yard, practicing hexes on a plastic dummy.
When I peered out at you, you regarded me with a strange expression.
You looked so pained, so conflicted.
I stepped over to you, mentally preparing what I wanted to say.
When I opened my mouth to speak, you interrupted me.
"I'm sorry, Albus." you told me.
"It's all my fault; I've been avoiding you.
But when I get near you, it feels so awkward and tense.
Could things go back to the way they used to be?"
You looked pleadingly up at me.
I was surprised, you never showed weakness.
It was always Gellert the Great, Gellert the Strong.
Never one who begged for mercy.
I thought for a moment.
I wanted so badly to return to before.
I longed to be held in your strong arms.
To stay up all night discussing plans that would never come true.
To be yours.
But my thoughts returned to my sister.
The way you fled after her murder.
How she sobbed at the pain before her death.
Would something like that ever be forgiven?
After moments of your anticipation, I made my decision.
I slowly shook my head, my eyes downtrodden.
It was for the best, I told myself.
"Okay. I get it." you sounded angry, like you thought I was going to take you back.
I looked up at you and quickly kissed your cheek.
"I'm sorry." I whispered before running back to my house.
That was the last time I saw you before The Final Day.