A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
47 YEARS LATER
Albus Dumbledore POV:
The War had been going on for much too long.
You and your army had been terrorizing the country.
I had refrained from confronting you.
I thought that you knew who had really killed Arianna
But eventually, I couldn't put it off any longer.
When I finally found you, we were in a small town on the coast.
I had my wand; you had yours.
No one would interfere; it would be just you and I this time.
You stepped into the middle of the town square, and I was twenty feet away facing you.
I looked into your sky blue eyes.
Those were the eyes that had captivated me for months.
But you were different now.
Instead of the smug, easy-going look I had known, your eyes contained rage and hate.
You were so different from before.
You raised your wand and I did the same.
Then, the duel began.
Jets of light started streaming from your wand, and I blocked them all easily.
I had grown a much better wizard than I was when we were boys.
It felt like hours had gone by before you had grown tired.
You were panting, about to collapse from exhaustion.
Guards were nearby, about to advance but I held up a hand to stop them.
I carefully walked over to you, where your wand was on the ground.
I pushed it back with my foot.
You looked up at me, a pained expression on your face.
"You haven't changed a bit, Albus.
Always fighting for good.
But one day you'll meet someone you won't be able to beat.
You'll see that good doesn't always prevail.
On that day, though, my heart will be with you."
You smiled wearily up at me.
I grinned back, and it felt like we were seventeen again.
Just playing lightheartedly on my front lawn.
I raised my wand gently and muttered, "Stupefy."
You still held the same smile, frozen in place when you collapsed.
I leaned down to your unconscious body and kissed you lightly on the forehead.
"I still love you, and always will." I whispered.
Then I beckoned for the guards to come and take you to Azkaban.
Not every story has a happy ending, you know.