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Standing disarmed on the top of the Astronomy Tower professor Dumbledore thought about that night five years ago before anyone but him knew anything wrong is happening again.

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."

It was - of course - a lie.

Albus was far too old man and was far too mighty wizard to take care about things like socks. Or, when it comes to it, like anything else.

So-called good was heroic but naive. And so-called evil was ruthless but also naive, so none of them could win, not really. There was balance only someone above good and evil could change.

That's why Tom Riddle always feared of him. Not because Dumbledore was almost almighty. But because he'd not hesitate. He'd do everything needed.

Yet he was just so tired. When a dark lord rises dark time comes, he saw that before. Twice. He wished he wouldn't make it for the third time.

And if it was the way to achieve it, to fulfill what he'd seen, or rather what he hadn't seen in the Mirror of Erised, to do what needed to shove away the darkness-

"Severus" he whispered.

There was green light and then there wasn't anything anymore.

Albus Dumbledore always was good in fulfilling his desires.