How Old Was Albus Dumbledore When He Died Novels & Stories

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 12:30 PM "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore said, and saw that he had Erik's attention. He took a deep breath and continued.

“What do you mean dead?” Alpha Damon was still in his forties and had a lot of years left for him to rule, most people had bargained that he would be be dead seven years ago after his chosen mate/ Luna died leaving behind their only daughter. He survived so long without her, practically raising his daughter himself. What could possibly be the cause of his death now. Thane held my hand pulling me up, “We have to go now, there will be a curfew in an hour to pay respect for his death”

"I'm sorry, you won't be able to see her soon. We don't know when she will be back." Aslan furrowed his brows. This was bad. Seeing the man's expression, Yesha sighed. He asked, resuming his walk, "Is it urgent?" Aslan raised his brows, looking at the youth's back. Did Yesha intend to help him? "It is urgent. My Grandfather, Alban, just passed away three days ago. And the Garden of Crystal Trees had withered alongside his death," Aslan explained. Yesha stopped again and turned to him. "Oh, that indeed sounds urgent," he raised his brows high, looking surprised. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Clearly, she was not happy having an onlooker paying attention to their little public display of affection. All the cells inside my body screamed, telling me to turn around and walked away. Truly I was about to hear them out and leave when Hunter turned around and caught the sight of me first, penetrating me with his gorgeous dark eyes. His face looked as if he was bearing a great amount of pain when he finally greeted me. "Mey." I faked a smile and greeted him back. "Hunter." * * *"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire