Albus Dumbledore was sitting in a folding metal chair in the cemetery of Godric's Hollow along with few others. A small, wispy old man that looked as if he could be blown away with a tiny gust of wind stood at the front next to a tomb. The air was quiet. You couldn't hear the rush of wind, even though it was indeed there; you couldn't hear the ever present birds chirping like on any other morning. It was as if the most important person in the entire world had died- not his sister. She was the most ordinary girl he had ever met. No talents, no good looks. Yet it seemed that nature was displaying otherwise.
"…And so let us all remember Ariana Dumbledore for the rest of our lives, as she was an extraordinary young witch." The little man concluded. Dumbledore almost snorted in disgust. What did this old man know about his sister? Nothing. He was just some old ministry official who probably just made up his little speech. Or maybe perhaps he used the same one for all of the funerals he conducted! Stupid old man.
Wizards and Witches were starting to get up. There weren't that many of them; just the family, a few family friends and some of the Hogwarts Professors. Everybody was beginning to leave, including the little ministry official. After the crowd was gone, Dumbledore was still sitting in his seat. Slowly, he got up and walked towards the tomb. Using his wand, he produced a beautiful red rose out of thin air before laying it upon the shiny wood. He then levitated the tomb into the previously dug hole; he himself had done it by hand.
Then, Dumbledore picked up the discarded shovel and began to pile dirt into the hole until it reached the top. Grass began to grow instantly. It was a charm that was put on the graveyard many years ago. Dumbledore pointed his wand at the ground and muttered a spell. A tombstone appeared with the following written on it;
Ariana Kendra Dumbledore
Beloved daughter and sister
August 11, 1886 - April 26, 1903
Some daisies popped up along the outline of the tombstone. After giving the cemetery one last look, he returned to his parent's house in Godric's Hollow. It was deserted. Percival and Kendra Dumbledore died a young death- as did their daughter. His younger brother Aberforth had long ago moved out to start a pub in Hogsmeade with his goat. Today was the first time he'd seen him without the goat.
Dumbledore ascended the stairs and entered Ariana's room. It was just as she'd left it before she returned to Hogwarts for her seventh year. The walls were painted a pale blue and her bed sheets were white and blue. Her desk was neat and tidy, under the window that overlooked the luxurious garden.
Strolling over to the desk, Dumbledore sat down on the creaky wooden chair. Although he thought his sister wasn't as dedicated to her studies as he wished she was, and although she often irked him to no end and never did what she was told, he could not dismiss the fact that he did, indeed, miss her.
Author's Note: None of it is mine, except the plot… Hope you like the prologue, I know its short but…it's a prologue, you know?
The rest of the chapters will all be in Ariana's point of view, but it takes place around four years ago. Anyways, please feel free to become acquainted with that little little button there, the one that says leave a review or something…