Albus shouted curses that rebounded to and fro, shattering vases, mirrors, lamps.
Suddenly there was loud bang and Albus saw it;
saw look of helplessness on Ariana's face, saw the curse hit, the impact tossing her backwards like a doll.
"No!"
Albus stood in the destroyed house, staring sadly at Lily and James Potter's bodies, their eyes staring blankly upward.
Albus heard a baby's cry and started up the stairs. He saw baby Harry sitting there in his crib, crying.
"Oh," said Albus quietly. "Oh."
He knelt down and picked up the child, staring at him with sad eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. So very sorry."
Albus stared at Severus Snape, the man who was so very brave, who loved so dearly that he would have down any thing to preserve her memory.
Albus knew it was time.
"Please, Severus. Please."
Snape's eyes narrowed, there was flash of green light, and Albus thought:
Ariana.