It Is Time To Let Go

By: Devina (The Charmed One)

At the start, I need to say that I sincerely hope the spell-check does its' job right now, because it's entirely possible that in my current state of emotional upheaval I may not make much sense grammatically speaking and I may not even spell right.

It's finally time to let go of one among 4 people (at least, for me) whom I KNEW would definitely make it to the end of the seventh book.

It's finally time to write out the obituary, no the eulogy, for the one-and-only, the great Albus Dumbledore.

He's gone.

There's no doubt this time, like over Sirius's body. We have the body. We have the funeral. We have the tomb.

He's gone.

*Sob* *Sniff* (At this point, the author … i.e. to say me … is undergoing a resurgence of the flood of tears she had to stem not 25 minutes ago and is trying very hard to stop it because her mother thinks she has completely lost it.)

I'm positively sorry, but I needed to have a good cry, because I need to mourn him just as everyone else probably does. Unless you're a Death Eater that is.

It is hard to let go of him. He's been right there through and through. He was there when Harry's parents died. He was there when Harry was left with the Dursleys'. He was there…every single step of the way. And now…he's not.

If anyone is expecting me to go on to the ramifications about the death, and how it will affect Harry…please stop reading. I'm writing this within minutes of finishing the book and cannot think rationally. This is meant to do is serve as a goodbye from my side to one of the greatest wizards of all time, namely, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. And to start it off in a way that he might've liked:

"NITWIT! BLUBBER! ODDMENT! TWEAK!"

Albus Dumbledore's achievements are first presented to us via a Chocolate Frog Wizarding Card. I intend to quote from there, and it says: Albus Dumbledore, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts (They're going to have to change that soon *sob*) Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Dumbledore was the person everyone always fell back on. If there was a problem, give him a ring, surely he'd know what to do. He was the problem solver, the one everyone felt safe with. He was the only wizard that Voldemort was truly afraid of. The lines that I most cherish:

- …to the organized mind, death is but the next great adventure
- It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
- It is our choices Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- I will only truly have left this school none here are loyal to me... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
- ...in the light of Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
- By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
- Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.

I cannot but help feel great anger towards the character (Yes, right now I keep needing to remind myself that this is a book, and the characters are fictional, and that in reality there is no Dumbledore who's dead, but I do assure you it's very hard.) that killed Dumbledore. The worst part is that Dumbledore trusted him. He gave him more chances than anyone else ever could have. He defended him in the face of complete opposition. I spit upon the man who betrayed Dumbledore's trust and killed him… I HOPE HE (yes, "he" being the fictional character who killed Dumbledore) CAN HEAR ME, I HATE YOU SNAPE. I HATE YOU AND SPIT ON YOU.

There…I truly wanted to do that.

Here…we can finally lay to rest the most magnificent and magnanimous Headmaster and person anyone could've even known in the HP world… ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (1844 approx-1997; going by the HP Lexicon)

May he rest in peace.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.