(laughs) Not waiting for reviews for this one. I'll just post this one and then wait.
...Yeah, Albus has a darker thought process sometimes.
~Multi-Faceted~
II: Daydreams
The most powerful wizard in the world had the best daydreams.
Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes would go filmy from lack of focus, and then he would dream of a world with no prophecy, where he worked with good men and women to defeat Voldemort just before Harry was born. His beloved boy would grow up with parents, with knowledge of the wizarding world, and with not-too-few admirers by the time he knocked on Hogwarts' door.
Safe, well, and happy, Dumbledore imagined... and completely independent of me.
The bubble popped. Harry stood over him, nudging him awake.
Dumbledore looked at him and said nothing but thought of everything. Without Lord Voldemort as a threat, without a lack of parents and stable friends, the Harry of his glorious daydream would have no reason to turn to his headmaster - to love his headmaster as anything more than such - at all. They really would be just headmaster and pupil, with Harry only visiting when he had been caught in some James-esque prank. And he himself would not even know the difference... what it was like to want to protect another after so many years...
You are being foolish.
Was he?
He would grow to love you in the same way. It would simply happen differently... and the same would be true for you.
But would he? Would Harry?
"Professor?"
He patted the boy's head reassuringly, to hide his guilt at the new and quite selfish idea that had entered his mind for a moment: Perhaps things are not so terrible the way they are.