Dumbledore knows he is dying, and considers the time left to him.

Written for the May Event at Hogwarts.

Words: 120

The Time I Have Left

I look at my hand, where the black rot is spreading from. The pain itself is a constant reminder. The sable tones to my skin are an unnecessary taunt.

I'm running out of time.

There is still so much that I should teach the boy, but I no longer have the seconds to spare. And the other boy, whose path is clouded so that he cannot see the choices lay before him.

I glance at the clock, wondering how many more hours I will see. I sigh.

I know that I will not wait for Death to come for me. I will give my life instead, to save a soul.

I send word to Severus, asking him to visit me.