A/N: I wanted to try Ariana's perspective, so here it is. It's just a little Dumbledore family drama.

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Ariana was hungry. She wanted to go downstairs and eat, maybe some of that pie that her father had made that afternoon. But her mother was meeting someone in the kitchen, and she had specifically told Ariana never to leave her bedroom if someone other than family was in the house. But she wanted to eat dinner, and she did not want to wait.

She did not know what to do, she did what she always did. She screamed.

She shrieked her head off until her throat was raw and the door flung open. "Ariana!" cried her older brother, rushing forward. She could barely hear him over the piercing sound of her own voice. "What happened?"

He knew she wouldn't answer, but he still always asked her these things. She didn't talk much. She never talked, really. Not since the attack. She mostly communicated through screaming, hand gestures, and unintelligible sounds. She ran into his open arms. She whined and mumbled something to Aberforth.

"I know, I know," he replied. "But this meeting's really important to Mother, okay? I'll bring you something if you want. Does some toast sound good?"

She shook her head.

"Right, right, how about some candy? I've got a package of lemon drops in my room. You want those?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Come on, then. Grab hold." He held out his hand to her and Ariana took it. She never felt more safe than when she was with Aberforth.

When they closed the door to her room and begin to walk down the hall to his room, they found Albus, his stance screaming, 'I am in charge.' "What do you think you're doing, Aberforth?" he inquired. "You know Ariana's supposed to stay in her room."

"She was hungry," Aberforth explained. "You heard her screaming, didn't you?"

Albus folded his arms. "Of course I did. Mother and I had to tell the visitor that it was the cat."

"We don't have a cat," Ariana muttered quietly.

Albus gave her a glare and then turned back to his brother. "Go," he commanded, like he was her owner instead of her brother. "Put her back in her room."

"She's not a house-elf, Albus! You can't just lock her up like that!"

"We don't have a house-elf," she commented.

"You know that she's not right in the head, Aberforth! Under normal circumstances, she could do what she wanted. But Ariana is anything but normal!"

"Shut up, Al—"

'Quit acting like you can ignore what happened! She's a danger to everyone around her, including us! Keep. Her. In. Her. Room."

Aberforth looked shocked. "Albus, this is your sister. You shouldn't talk about her like—

"Yeah, well, she's your sister, too! So you should know better than anyone else what she is."

"She's just a little sensitive, Albus, that's all. You're making it out like she's some kind of nut!"

"Well—" Albus stopped, balling his fists. "She is."

Aberforth took a step forward. His blue-grey eyes were bursting with anger and resentment. "You take that back."

"No. It's the truth. Get used to it."

"Albus, I swear to Merlin, you'd better take that back."

"You're an idiot, Aberforth. Do you honestly think—"

Aberforth launched himself at his brother with a roar, tackling him to the ground.

Ariana did not like it when her brothers fought. She hated it when they fought. She began to feel dizzy. Something was churning deep inside her stomach.

She did not know how to stop them.

She did not know what to do, so she did what she always did.

She screamed.

A/N: Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!