The Cursed Ring

by Flame Auror

That moment of desperation, just one irrational reckless decision changes everything. Dumbledore puts on the ring even though he knows its cursed and embarks on a journey to meet Grindelwald for one last time and can he see his parents and his sister Ariana again? To ask for forgiveness of one fault that took place 98 years ago? That changed his perspective of love? R&R

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Well, Hi, enjoy reading the fanfiction.

The sun was going down the horizon leaving the normal blue sky in an orange hue, the last rays disappearing from view as the tall shadow walked down the road with a mindset of rigidity that the supposed work should be done at the earliest.

The muggles stared at the tall thin man who had a silver hair and beard so long that he had tucked it in a weird kind of long dress (robe). Dumbledore straightened his half moon glasses. He wondered why the young girl giggled at him, atleast he realized it was nothing to do with his clothes and he also caught a young man staring at his beard with envy. Dumbledore so wanted to use legilimency but he shouldn't, on a muggle. His glance averted to a sweet shop and his hand reached for his robe extracting muggle notes from them but he scrunched his face up and put it back reprimanding himself for his lack of self control.

Dumbledore finally crossed the distance from which he could apparate to his destined place and he walked into the washroom of a fancy restaurant and he glanced at the muggle toilet but he had to control the urge to explore more about them, he would always have time, he is just 112 year young after all. He withdrew his wand and disapparated and landed in front of a luxurious not so luxurious anymore mansion, its paints withering but its extravagant look still showing its prestigious honor but it had lost its touch, the overgrown weeds in the garden showed the lack of care and Dumbledore knew the reason of the overgrown weeds, Frank Bryce was dead. A deep pain of loss crossed Dumbledore knowing now no one wanted the house and it was on sale, he closed his eyes, his hand clutched to his heart, not literally of course, he mouthed slowly to himself or the adventurers beyond the world of living, in the world of death "Rest in peace Tom Riddle Sr., Thomas and Mary Riddle"

The evening grew darker, with the tiniest hint of dark blue against the grey angry looking clouds.

"You buying that?" a voice came from behind and Dumbledore turned in a dramatic pace to see a man with unshaven face who was puffing smoke from his pipe which was almost irritating Dumbledore's windpipe but he didn't cough because he wanted to hear the man's answer when he shook his head.

"Good, the house is cursed" he muttered to himself as if going through the history of the house in his mind "4 murders you see" he added quietly

"Thank you" Dumbledore said politely and the man dismissed his hand in a wave as if to say 'it was really nothing'. Dumbledore continued on his evening adventure wondering if all the residents of Little Hangleton thought the place was haunted, this brought the tiniest smile on his face.

The walk wasn't as exhausting as the thinking of his brain was and he stopped in front of some trees and he found his way as he slid through the trees due to his lanky figure and he found it, his place of destination for the evening, the Marvolo Gaunt's house. He remember the memory and it didn't seem too old because the old ruined house looked exactly like it was when Odgen had visited it, the snake still hung to the door showing the Slytherin pride even in the almost ruins. He walked up the front lawn to the door and he didn't need magic to open it, just a push was enough to give it a creaky open. The stood near the door letting the risen dust to settle feeling it, he could feel it and he knew this was not a random rabbit chase but he had found it for real and that made him feel all tingly and 100 years younger. It was pushing him, it is strong and it is definitely pushing him away but he closed the door behind him and walked to the shelf looking and rummaging inside weird looking objects of where it might be hidden, maybe too well hidden. He walked around and the floorboard creaked, his intuitions were right and he knelt on the ground, the wand will be easier but most probably it won't work. Dumbledore took a deep breath and started tapping the floor and at one place in the almost corner of the room he felt the floor to be hollow and he used his wand removing the wood in that section with ease and he sucked in a breath when he saw a golden box not too neatly hidden.

His hands itched with anticipation and he trailed his finger on the seam of the box and he took it out and he started waving his wand in complex motions and it opened, just with a small sound and he opened it, his face flushed with victory and apprehension of finding it and there it lay, embedded to a gold ring, presumed to be a coat of arms by its former owner, the one he needed to destroy, the one that made him fall in love, the one which broke his heart into million shattered pieces, the one that cost him the most valuable thing in his life, there it lay, the last of the hallows, the resurrecting stone.

Dumbledore knew he wasn't the owner but still he couldn't help thinking just once? He shook his head firmly and he slid the ring in his pocket and disapparated into Hogsmeade. He walked briskly towards the castle, he looked at it and he knew one thing, so sure that he will do it at any cost, protect those innocent kids who dream to be in Hogwarts from that evil. He wouldn't let anyone influence those kids into doing wrong and even if it cost him his life he would fight for the greater good.

There was a curse, he knew but just one time wouldn't matter, after that he would give it away to its rightful owner but just one try, just one chance to redeem the past deeds, just one chance to know if he was forgiven, just the chance to let them know he would regret it for the rest of his life and would never move on, he was such a hypocrite, asking others to move on with their life but he still pined for that forgiveness for the foolishness. The feeling was overwhelming, he looked at the portraits that seem to be sleeping or pretending to do so, it was a reckless decision but he took out the ring in an instant and put it on, the reaction was spontaneous, he felt all the blood in his being sucked out, all his bones cracking and he swayed dangerously and sat on his chair, his fingers were cramped and it was moving to all places. "Too weak" he thought when he saw his weak patronus fly away to get Severus Snape. Or maybe too late…

A/N: Thank you for reading it, it has just another chapter. I hoped you liked it and please do leave a review, it would make my day.