The love of Albus Dumbledore (On Hold)

“Hide them. Hide them all!” The young man cried desperately.

Albus couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. This man was willing to betray the most feared wizard of all time just to save them woman he loved.

“What will you do for me in return Severus?” he asked. This didn’t really matter to him, he would help them no matter what, but he wanted to see how much love this tortured young man had in his heart.

“Anything.” He whispered, looking straight into Albus’s eyes.

That night he spent a lot of time thinking about young Severus Snape, the love in his heart and passion in his soul was inspiring and incredibly romantic.

Albus kept his word to Severus Snape; he protected the young woman and her new husband, and eventually their little boy. Harry was a wonderful little child, and Albus visited him often. The boy would sit and play with Dumbledore’s long beard, laughing his little head off, his bright green eyes filled with joy, just the way his mother’s always were. He couldn’t help but love little Harry like he was his own grandson, the surge of pride he felt when Harry showed his first signs of magic was overwhelming.

Dumbledore was sitting in his study when one of the portraits of an old headmaster ran breathlessly into his frame.

“What is wrong? What has happened?”

“Pettigrew. You were right he is working for the Dark Lord.” It panted.

“I knew it!” Dumbledore cried angrily.

“That is not the worst of it Headmaster. Potter has made Pettigrew the secret keeper.” He said in an almost whisper.

Dumbledore immediately began to pace his study frantically. He had to protect them; he had to protect little Harry.

Dumbledore sat up all night thinking. At around four in the morning the solution came to him, and it was perfect except for one minor little detail.

As soon as the idea came to him he went straight to his best friend.

“For goodness sake Albus! It is four am!” Minerva McGonagall cried as she opened the door of her bedroom to let him in.

“I’m sorry dear Minerva but I have some distressing news.” He said, sitting down on the end of her bed timidly.

“What is it?” She asked softly, all anger gone from her voice.

“Peter Pettigrew is working for Voldemort, and he is now the Potters’ secret keeper.”

“Oh Albus!” she gasped, her handing covering her mouth in utter shock.

“But don’t worry Minerva, I have an idea.” Albus sat and described his brain wave to her; he predicted her reaction before she even opened her mouth.

“But Albus you can’t!” She said, grabbing his hand.

“I am over 98 years old my dear, I am ready to die. Lily Potter is only 21, she hasn’t even lived yet, never mind Harry.”

On the morning of October 31st Dumbledore went to the Potter household.

“Professor Dumbledore! What a lovely surprise.” Lily said with a happy smile when she opened the door to him.

“I wish my visit was of less somber nature.” He said, stepping into the small house.

Albus walked into the sitting room where James was watching Harry play on a toy broomstick.