How Old Was Albus Dumbledore When He Died Novels & Stories

Allison went inside and in a few minutes she came out, a vicious smile hidden beneath her nose mask. The next morning, breaking news hit Coral city. Chloe Granger, 27 years old heiress of the Granger family, died overnight after an unfortunate incident of a drug overdose.

His daughters were heartbroken, and his sons were dismayed because they didn't know how to help him. After a few years of living like a ghost, he finally became one. The most powerful sorcerer of his time chose to leave this world and join his wife. He died in his sleep, slipping away at the age of 87. He could have chosen to live until his age was lost with time. Instead, he chose to join his love in the next world.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

That's when the smiles on his lips disappeared and were replaced by a grin. “It's good that you knew right away. I thought it would take a long time for you to guess.” He said and playfully sat on the sofa before closing his eyes. But the Zombie plan of killing the woodcutter did not materialize when the woodcutter came to the front of the Zombie house to give him another deer to eat. I squeezed even harder to one side as I witnessed how the spirit left Albus' body. And I almost swallowed all my saliva when I saw Albus' body that was now decomposing and smelling so bad.

While we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our heart beats as one. ~Albus Dumbledore, The goblet of fire. •• Al'amir Belko had flatlined thrice and each time, Noor had been sure the angel of death had come for her Baba only for him to return back to the living. But there hadn't been much improvement, he was still the same. Still as dead to the world as he was four days ago–only the steady beat of the monitors proved otherwise.

I grabbed my phone and checked the message. My heart skipped two beats at what was staring back at me on the screen. "Albus is no longer with us. To honor his life, his burial ceremony begins tomorrow. Be punctual." Iris gasped as she staggered back in shock. I blinked multiple times as I tried to understand how this happened. Albus couldn't just up and die. It felt wrong. It felt planned. "This isn't a good sign. Albus dying now of all times when we need him the most? He's the only one that has all the information on what we're facing now!" Iris cried.

The age gap between them was not big, so they were very close. Furthermore, Alba’s grandfather passed away while he was carrying out a task given to him by the family. Alba’s father was only 3 years old when that happened.

The Sparks of lightning were so intense that every step he took left burn marks on the ground as he walked. "You're supposed to be dead" Albus said in a horrified tone as he continued to back away. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!" he yelled as he turned and started running. Yen followed right behind him, repeating the words "why are you running?" "Why are you running?" "Why are you running?" "Why are you running?"

She murmured before opening her laptop and starting to type whatever came to her mind first. Alice first talked about Van, which was the freshest in her memory at the moment. In her opinion, he was one of the most unfortunate. The man died at twenty three in contrast with everyone else who died in their 28th year. Alice didn’t really know the reason why Elijah killed him earlier, but it might be the most humane he had ever been. Van had lost his sanity after an encounter with vampires, and he had suffered enough because of that. From the people’s clothing, she assumed that he had lived around the 1500s, making him one of the oldest life she remembers.

The pain he had inflicted on me was endless, it would always sting me whenever I would look at him. "How did she die?" I asked the question that was lingering on my mind since she told me about her love interest. I heard her sigh as she stood up only to grab a pillow from the bed. "She was burned...to death." I gulped hard. I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Hell! How could she? Did she know about what Lucifer and Draven are? It makes me wonder; how old are they? The glimpse I saw on Alatar's crystal was about twenty years ago when I was a newly born child and Lucifer looked as fine as the last time I saw him.