A young man walked with his head down across the street, the bitter winter wind whipping his auburn hair across his face. He hesitated as he reached a gate, before lumbering towards the door of a small stone cottage.
Albus Dumbledore, the young man, solemnly greeted his brother, Aberforth, in the doorway. They exchanged deathly glares before both of them disappeared into the unlit interior beyond the oak pillared porch.
Upon entering, the brothers looked silently at each other. Both the boys were fairly handsome, and they looked very similar. They had the same auburn hair and piecing, brilliant blue eyes, but those eyes blazed darkly with hatred and loss, and Albus had dried blood and the end of now a very crocked nose.
Albus could have fixed this easily however, as both boys were wizards. They possessed great magic, and later in life became very powerful and well respected wizards. Albus could have fixed his broken nose within a matter of seconds, but he did not. Perhaps to in some way to compensate for the accident that he blames himself for, wearing the injury upon his face for the rest of his life, where his brother had beaten him during the funeral previously that day.
They shouted at each other for hours that night, but no spells or curses were used, they had learnt not to be as foolish as to harm each other in that sense now. The simply hurt each other with words. But as dawn broke, the brothers found themselves weeping upon their last relatives shoulder. No father, no mother, no Ariana.
An immense guilt grasped the two brothers. Less than a month ago, their sister, Ariana, was killed in a terrible accident that had occurred during a three-way duel between the brothers, and a once friend Gellert Grindelwald. Ariana tried to interrupt and end this battle, only resulting in her killing herself with the force of her own, uncontrollable magic. But the origin of this argument is a story written in another place, it is the events that followed which need to be told.
Ariana was a witch, but when she was only six years old, she was attacked by the two Muggle (non-magic) boys, it destroyed her, and she was never right again. She wouldn't use magic, but she couldn't get rid of it: it turned inwards and drove her mad, it exploded out of her when she couldn't control it, the outbursts resulted in harm of others, one of her inadvertent victims being her own mother, who was killed during one of her worst outbursts.
But generally she was sweet and harmless child, with a pretty, round face, framed by long blonde hair. Her eyes were once the same glittering blue as her brothers, but after the attack, they became glazed and watery.
She had always favoured Aberforth over Albus. When she was calm and happy, she would go with Aberforth to the goats, and stroke a feed the wiry furred beasts. She did not dislike Albus, but she never seemed to interact in the same way. But as her body was swallowed with darkness, and she slipped away from the mortal world into another place, she loved them equally, but neither Albus nor Aberforth would ever know this.