My eyes rest on the broken body of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, former Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I killed the person who people believed to be once the greatest wizard of all time. People looked at him for guidance through the First Wizarding War. He deserved his fate and I am glad I was the person to do it, to watch him fall off that tower. I warned him that I would do it. What people didn’t see is how he manipulated things to fit his vision, he never fully shared his ideas, keeping secrets and always scheming, no matter the cost. He hid after the Greater Good, but it is utter bullshit, an excuse for when people died.