As everyone's eyes were stunned and stuck to the figure emerging from the bright light which gave the feeling of God emerging from the holy light to grace the mortals with his presence as if doing them the greatest of honors to stand in its presence, the potrait's and the ever enthusiastic Ron were ignorant of the person who was now masked behind the blinding light and just as the man with a regal aura was walking outside the light he was feeling his suddenly start to wane.
The only one who felt a certain sense of danger and change in the very of magic in and around the air itself was the very attentive Hermione. The true genius of Hermione always laid in being prepared for the worst, and she was prepared for the things to go berserk during the destruction of the elder wand.
With the wand on ready she began to look around for the cause of her growing restlessness, unable to pinpoint any thing she began to look for Ron to make sure he was fine, upon seeing him with a worshipping expression, she quickly looked away in Harry's direction only to see him being blocked behind the light. Not one to leave things to chance she quickly moved towards him in an attempt to soothe her quickening heart rate. Just as she was about to pass through the side a gentle sigh distracted her thoughts and halted her advancing.
She was momentarily stunned to see a young Dumbledore, arm stretched, blocking her way towards Harry. Unable to comprehend why would their mentor stop her she was about to ask but he responded first in very deep voice " He is mine".
The blinding light faded from the room allowing the stunned occupants of the room to regain certain clearity of mind. As they come back to senses they heard a high pitched Hermione shouting " HARRY". Everyone's attention was quickly drawn towards the voice, even before they could register the cause of her shriek they were stunned by the now immobile Harry who was falling towards the ground and a slightly smiling Dumbledore looking at him as fell while stopping the struggling Hermione with one arm.
Unable to process the situation, it was the Black headmaster who questioned the young Dumbledore about his sudden assault on his own student. The young Dumbledore then quietly looked towards the immobile Harry and finally said " You did well and now I will explain to you the real job you were raised for". Saying this he turned to others and asked them to hear him out with patience, that being said he smoothly conjured two chairs and made Hermione and Ron have a seat as he explained how he did it all.
Dumbledore sat at the headmasters chair with an aura of such authority that only he was able to execute, an aura that distinguished him as superior as more than a man. He then slowly turned towards Harry and started the story of how it all started.
DUMBLEDORE POV
As you know Harry I was a once in a lifetime seen genius in the wizarding world, a wizard never seen before. This was not because I was better at some stupid subjects ,being taught as general education to all those who could nor was it because I tweaked some of those simple spells into something a bit better, no it was because I had awakened the pure fire element when I awakened my magic at eleven (11) .
The day I got my Hogwarts letter I knew that the school could only teach me for a couple of years as my control over magic was more than triple of what was supposed to be possible for a first year Hogwarts student. My family however did not give me the privilege to pursue anything other than what basic education was out there.
It frustrated me to no need when after three years at Hogwarts I came to understand that I had seriously under estimated the lack of any specialized and challenging magic's taught to the students. But in my fourth year I finally found a target that could challenge me.
At the last sentence there was a look of sudden realisation upon the face of both Harry and Hermione. Seeing the widening eyes of Hermione, he nodded with a slight chuckle as he praised Hermione as possible the smartest witch of all time. He looked towards the whole room as he stood up and beamed with pride as he uttered the phrase "Path to Immortality ".
That was the year when we went for the participation of the triwizard tournament. Personally I had no pull towards the tournament itself but was purely fascinated to visit the Buexbatons and finally see what else this wide world had to offer. It did help that I was treated as a prodigy in Hogwarts which gave me quick access to people who were treated as brilliant minds of their particular schools.
One such person was a certain miss from Buexbatons who herself was not a brilliant witch but the one with most connections. This unlikely scenario was due to their relatives, the Flamels. That along with my prodigy news made it easy for me to get acquainted with one particular NICHOLAS FLAMEL, though not on a personal meet but I started exchanging regular letters with him and his work on processing the elixir of life from his philosophers stone.
He opened a whole new world for me by recounting his journey that took him and his wife all over the planet. The journey was but a very small part of the discussions, he rather wrote to me about the mundane problems that arises to a brilliant mind in search of something that has not been available to those before. These recounting of small events made me look back to my own treatment and behaviour and then it struck me as hard as lightning that I was so in search for a challenge that I created many smaller ones around me.
That was the day when I finally understood that just power would get me nowhere in my path for greatness that I knew I was capable of, I also needed everyone else to perceive as the one they want to be, want to be able to follow, to be acknowledged by me. Unlike the past few idiots who choose to gather these followers by being in the dark I knew I had the power to perform in the light. Performing to be good and gain loyalty is very easy and this was the one thing those idiots failed to understand and thus would always fall for lack of proper way.
As I began my fifth year in Hogwarts, I began to observe, it took me a better part of the year to gain the needed materials and knowledge on every possible way that those before me had tried in order to tread on the path to Immortality. I came across many pieces of black and grey powerful magic's that were spread across the vast planet, courtesy of one Nicholas Flamel, in it were both the hocruxes and hallows. Unlike perceived both are neither dark nor pure magic's but grey magic, a piece of magic that depends on the caster to turn either way.
I know, now you will ask how is a hocrux to be white or pure magic and my answer to you would be my favourite piece of magic, LOVE.