So touch me or don't
Just let me know
Where you've been
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"No where." He responded.
"You were with them again..." I couldn't bear it. "I thought we were done with them, and with the whole idea of them."
"You said that you were done with it. I never said that I was. I still stand behind my beliefs about the muggles and those damned mudbloods and you know damn well Albus." He retorted sharply.
We were nearly yelling that night in my kitchen. It was very dark, close to midnight I assume, and the kitchen was silent except for our booming words that echoed off of the walls and through the house.
"We can't do this. Muggles just don't understand... We have to help them, we have to show them."
"No. They won't understand. You saw what they did to your sister!" He shouted at me.
"Don't you talk about her!" My brother was now down in the kitchen with us as well. "You know nothing of her! The most you know Albus is that she's not your responsibility and so you don't even care!" Aberforth shouted.
Our wands were drawn and pointed at one another. No one dare cast the first spell. No one dare break this deafening silence that drowned out all the other things that were happening. No one heared the basement door open. No one saw her blue eyes gleam in the pitch blackness of the stairs leading to the basement. No one was paying attention.
"Expelliarmus!" Aberforth shouted. "Avis!" He shouted again. Birds filled the room and blocked the air around us.
"Expulso!" Gellert shouted as he pointed his wand towards the small refrigerator that had now exploded.
Massive pieces of metal and other debris covered the kitchen. It flew through the air. No one saw as she came out of the basement and stood on the edge of the battle. No one saw as she drew her wand, which I was supposed to confiscate but never did. No one saw as she concentrated on any spell she could think of.
"Avada Kedavra!" Gellert shouted.
"Impedimenta!" I shouted.
"Incendio!" Aberforth shouted.
Everyone saw her die.
Everyone saw her lifeless body hit the floor.
Everyone saw the blank expression she wore.
Everyone heard as the room went silent once more.
No one knew who had cast the fatal spell. I felt that I had done it, Aberforth felt that way as well, though Gellert felt as though he had done it. He was probably right. Though it will never be known.
Years later I had killed him. It was years after I had fallen in love with Gellert and then acted like I hated him as if I really and truly could. It was years since the funeral when my own brother had punched me in the face and broke my nose in front of the family and friends that had shown up for the viewing. Years had gone by and not a single day had passed when I didn't think about her. About him. About Aberforth.