Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore 1881-1997 Personally, I feel that this man needs no introduction. An astounding presence in life and also in death, Albus Dumbledore is a name that will be spoken for generations to come. Please read on as celebrity correspondent, Samantha Fawcett sits down for a gripping and in-depth interview with the portrait of one of the greatest wizards our world will ever know. Barnabas Cuffe; editor in chief
SF: Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore. Samantha Fawcett here, Celebrity Correspondent with The Daily Prophet. I’d be happy to begin our interview when you’re ready. *Glances up at the regal portrait in the circular room, intent on -not- fidgeting as she locks gaze with the familiar twinkling blue orbs of yesteryear*
AD: *Beams down at one of his former students as she enters, nodding thoughtfully at her* Hello, Miss Fawcett.. Please, have a seat.
SF: Thank you, Headmaster. *Smiles, sinking into an overly stuffed chair, inwardly chastising self for her hesitance in the presence of the greatest Wizard of their time* The champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles as referred to by the late dark wizard, Voldemort, a wielder of Gryffindor’s sword, Head Boy, Prefect, Winner of the Barnabus Finkley Prize for Exceptional Spell-Casting, British Youth Representative to the Wizengamot, Gold Medal-Winner for Ground-Breaking Contribution to the International Alchemical Conference in Cairo, Transfiguration professor, and later the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Defeater of the dark wizard Grindelwald, and the discoverer of the twelve uses of dragon blood, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorcerer, Founder and Secret Keeper, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.. I could fill pages with accolades and names to describe you, Headmaster Dumbledore. You have truly touched the lives of, if not all, most of the Wizarding population in Britain; but tell us, who -you- see yourself as? *Rolls the corner of her lip, quill held poised atop parchment, ready to note his reply*
AD: That’s quite a list you’ve compiled there, Miss Fawcett. *Smiles warmly* All of those erstwhile accomplishments were simply things I saw fit to do with my life, for one reason or another. To some they are impressive, to others..*Shrugs just so, expression softening into an easy smile* Quite simply I see myself as a portrait Miss Fawcett, for there is no reason to deny the facts. *Smiles a bit wider, eyes twinkling with something unsaid* ..Even in death.
SF: *Flushes at his words, before offering him a soft smile, feeling some of her apprehension melt away as she nods, as always amazed by his logic, fully aware that many a people refused to acknowledge the basic facts in their lives, opting to live a half existence, one lived in the shadows, in doubts and in half-truths* Headmaster, you’ve had such a crucial role in the decades long fight against Voldemort. You’ve made many a sacrifices yourself and demanded in kind of those following you. Many have accused you of essentially harboring similar aspirations as Grindelwald’s “For the greater good.” How do you respond to that? *Glances back up at, cerulean orbs flashing just so, expectant*
AD: Well, I suppose I could say that since I am no longer tethered amongst the living that it matters not. *Chuckles lightly at his own mirth, head shaking in slight delight for a moment before continuing* I never made a habit of putting much faith in other people’s stock of me, Miss Fawcett; it is certainly no way to live a life. I certainly am not proud of every choice I made in my long life, but I stand behind each of them. Life is a lesson, I like to think I learned from it. *Offers her another warm smile*
SF: Indeed. *Murmurs, self inking quill scribbling away madly in the still of the room, aware of the intent gaze of the former Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts on her* Headmaster.. *Leans forward, voice unwittingly dropping into a hushed whisper* What did you truly see in the Mirror of Erised?
AD: That isn’t the first time I’ve been asked that very question, Miss Fawcett. *Smiles fondly, thinking back to a particular moment in his past where a dark haired boy asked him a rather similar question* I think it does not do to dwell on the misconceptions of a magical artifact such as Erised, but I will tell you as I told the inquirer before you; one can never have enough socks. *Nods knowingly*
SF: No, one can never have enough socks, Headmaster. *Giggles, amused by his enigmatic air even in death* If you could have had one of the Time Turners from the Chamber of Time in the Department of Mysteries, how many spins would you have given it? *Delicate fingers curl tighter around her quill, eager for his reply*
AD: *Chuckles at the question, sliding his spectacles back up on his nose* I think I’ve had more than my fair share of meddling with time, but if I had to say I think I’d rather like to revisit one of the days Professor Sprout would whip up a batch of her crinkle crackle. I never could get my fill of the stuff. *Smiles down at, nodding slightly*
SF: *Smiles back at him, head shaking in fond amusement; amazed by the simple wish of a man who had lived -such- a rich life* Is it true that your Sherbet Lemons were infused with a Calming Draught? *Arches a blonde brow at, cerulean orbs alight with mischief*
AD: *Lifts brows at the question, mouth curving into a small grin* I’m afraid I’ve no idea what you are referring to, Miss Fawcett. *Offers her the slightest of winks that might not have even been there, reaching into his very own bowl of sherbert lemons painted on the table beside him*
SF: *Giggles surreptitiously, her eyes trailing the movements and lingering on the bowl of brightly painted sherbet lemons; finding herself nearly expecting an offering of her own before slowly shaking her head and peering down her parchment* Headmaster.. *Glance* How did you know that Lily Potter had invoked ancient magic in order to save her son, Harry? *Rolls corner of her lip, brows creasing just so*
AD: *Smiles a bit wistfully, fingers steepled together in thought* There is simply nothing else could have deflected the actions brought forth by Voldemort other than that which he did not possess.
SF: *Inclines head slowly, finding her eyes glassy, if only for a heartbeat; the lingering pain in the late Headmaster’s voice easily translating through time and space, through life and death* If you had been an Animagus, what would you have been and why? *Clears throat, eying him expectantly*
AD: Oh I think I would very much enjoyed being a bird of some sort. They seem to have a good time of it, don’t they? *Chuckles lightly, smiling warmly down at her*
SF: Yes, I would imagine they do. *Beams, making a note of his selection* At one point, you had in your possession the three Hallows and.. *Recalls to mind the blackened wand-hand of the Headmaster in her sixth year* Headmaster, did you give in to the temptation? To the promise of Death? *Whispers breathlessly*
AD: *Smiles at her obvious intrigue, not at all unsettled by the question* I gave in to many temptations in my long life, Miss Fawcett, and my role in the fate of the Hallows was not always a clear one, but I’d like to think that when it mattered, I did them right.
SF: *Parts rosy lips to inquire further about his true meaning, but instead finds her eyes lingering on the next question on her parchment, wryly amused that not even death had managed to quell the man’s penchant for speaking in riddles* Having lived for a long time, comes with many regrets and moments of joy. We all make mistakes and we strive to learn from them. Please, if you would, share with us one of your lessons in life.
AD: *Considers her question for a long moment before responding, steepled fingertips resting beneath his chin* I think the most important thing I can share is the knowledge that differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open. This is a message that I believe everyone can benefit from learning. In this age, politics are divisive instead of unifying. What we must all realize is that we all should be striving toward the same ultimate goal: to make the beautiful world you live in a better place. If you open your hearts and minds up to those who think differently than you, then perhaps you will begin to sincerely work together to build better communities, stronger sense of leadership, and a healing world for a brighter tomorrow.
SF: *Nods, rapidly, agreeing wholeheartedly with his sage words, quill scribbling away madly all the while, taking down each of his words precisely* Do you have any words for the readers of The Daily Prophet? For the unspoken heroes? For the ones on the verge of taking the road less travelled, for the better or for worse? For the generations of eager witches and wizards who grow up to the stories of Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of modern time?
AD: *Sighs quietly as he considers her question carefully, hands now folded in his lap as he begins to speak* It is our choices…that define who we truly are, far more than our abilities. Who we are and the direction of our lives does not depend on our past, the amount of Galleons in our vaults, our parents, our ability to sing, our mental capacity to learn, our looks, or our athletic ability. Rather, it is our choices, whether large or small, that determines our character, personality, and the satisfaction we derive from life. *Pauses for a moment, smiling warmly* Just don’t forget to live, remember that.
SF: *Sighs softly, gaze introspective, the weight of his words, of the freely and sincerely given advice a comforting solace* One last question, Headmaster.. *Murmurs, slowly collecting her parchments, humbled and honored for the time she had spent with the wizened man as she glances back up at, fingertips brushing away an errant blonde strand, rosy lips twitching with a fond smile* How do you enjoy life as a portrait?
AD: Oh, *Chuckles lightly, pushing up his spectacles once again* I would liken it to a very long vacation. Which is most welcome when one has lived as long as I.
Headmaster Dumbledore, is the quintessential archetype of what we equate with a champion for the people, with a hero, with a leader. I was utterly humbled to sit across his portrait, which in this reporter’s opinion, still exudes the power and charisma so often associated with the late Albus Dumbledore. This article reminds us, yet again, that happiness and joy can -truly- be found in the smallest and seemingly insignificant moments of life, if one only is -truly- at peace in one’s own skin and lives life to the fullest of -one’s- abilities, heedless of anyone else’s.