by Phoenix in the Ashes » Thursday 5 October 2006 11:19:30am
He raised his wand, and then froze. His eyes seemed to glow.
"DON'T YOU EEEEEVER COMPARE ME TO VOL-DE-MORT!" he spat the syllables out in rage.
The son of Albus the Wise.
The former-murderer of Harry Potter, before he turned time back.
The greatest singular wizarding power alive and not out of school.
He opened his eyes to the truth.
Morphena Dumbledore put his wand to his head.
He closed his eyes.
His thoughts were projected clearly into Steph's mind:
Never before has the Age of Magic been contested by another power. Hidden in secrecy though the ages of humanity, Slytherin's heir rose up to take the glory of the Throne of Wizardkind - the Azabael. The Man Named Not failed and perished into darkness.
The Azabael - the Immortal throne of glory - to watch over and be the guardian of all magic everywhere. The title of the Throne and the Monarch.
Azabael.
I have disappointed you! He screamed as though pain was searing through him.
Take me...
He put his wand to his temple, and opened his eyes.
Steph saw his fear, and Morphena shake.
He muttered some words under his breath, and turned his head upward against the darkness.
There was a flash of green light.
The body crumpled to the ground that was not a ground.
The soul rose to the sky that was not a sky.
The mind departed to a place that could not exist.
--Such was the death of Morphena Aberforth Nicolas Brian Dumbledore--