Now this is the Dumbledore I used to know and love before The Book That Shall Not Be Named turned him into the artist known as Manipulative Old Bastard. His sadness and loneliness are really compelling, and I also think you've captured a real sense of inevitability and fate with the stargazing and Firenze, who I can't believe you haven't written before now! (He's very sexy, with his back legs crossed. Write him again sometime? ;))