The first person to meet me as I passed through those magnificent gates was Father. He looked into my eyes and told me he was not sorry for what he did, but he wished he had been there for me as I had to live with the outcome of those 'rats' as he said. Father reached into his jacket and pulled out a golden locket, he opened the tiny ornate oval and told me that we were always together, no matter the metres that separated us, for the locket contained a photo, him and myself, in another life.

The second person to meet me was my mother, she told me that she blamed me, I had killed her, it wasn't my fault I argued, it was true, but she laughed it off and told me she never had anything left anyway, that her death was a joy of her own. Never told me she was sorry, I had noticed, it seems I was more a burden than a gift. From her harsh silence I took a silver shield, it wound around my heart, for I would never let her hurt me again.

The third person to meet me was my brother, Albus, his long nose bent, his blue eyes twinkling. My brother just as I remembered him, my maybe murderer. He told me of the times after I had past, stories of great joy and great sadness, and the birth of a boy, his own death and finally the death of a man that caused terrible, terrible pain. Albus told me of the great magic he had performed throughout his life, a joy I never experienced, he told me that his cruel friend was just that, and that they'd duelled, and Albus had won. He won a wand so powerful he could do anything he wanted, in fact the very same wand he had once dreamed of possessing. Yet now it didn't have that same glamour, he said my death had already inflicted much damage, the fact he believed it was himself had tormented his hours, waking and dreaming. He told me he could fashion a wand for me, he told me that even in death it was possible, and so he worked. For three days he locked himself away, and when I knocked at his door he pulled out a wand. Dainty, powerful, and as he told me, mine. The moment I held it in my fingers a great warmth spread from it and surged through my body, it felt wonderful, it felt right. Albus told me that the magic I could perform had always been greater than his, I had a feeling he was right too.

The fourth person to meet me was my brother, Aberforth, he told me he met the Potter boy, and told me of his bravery, his stupidity, yet, his triumph. Aberforth had helped him, but, as he told me, after much insult from Potter, in fact, mostly about myself and Albus, in my opinion, that was… strange. Aberforth too had that feeling of dread knowing he may have hurt me; I reassured him it was not, as the strongest feeling from the bottom of my soul told me it was not the case. Aberforth smiled and shook his head sadly at that, for in his mind, he took the full blame. And so, he too, locked himself away for three days, the moment I knocked on the door it parted to show a white dress, softer than silk, yet stronger than steel. It was perfect. Aberforth told me to fetch my wand, and then tap the frock. A beautiful red flowed from the tip of my wand, like wine it stained the dress, now it was perfect. Everyone had thought I was a blue person, even I thought I was a blue person, but the moment I slipped the dress on I knew otherwise, I was a red person.

As the sun set, I walked down the long winding, white marble path, to where I did not yet know, only that it was onward.


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