Albus Dumbledore really wished that people would stop expecting him to solve all of their problems. Everyone seemed to think he was capable of the impossible, and as a result he found himself spending all too much time staring at problems he didn't actually have any idea how to fix. It was painful, to do that all the time. Sometimes there was nothing you could really do. Sometimes you had to tell Amelia Bones that her little brother was dead, and there was no way to make that hurt less. Sometimes you had to take Alice and Frank Longbottom to St. Mungo's and the Lestranges to Azkaban, when Azkaban would never be punishment enough. And sometimes ... well, sometimes you promised reluctant Death Eaters you'd help them, and failed. 