THE 4th UNFORGIVEBLE
DISCLAIMER: Well the characters aren't mine I only play with them once in a while….But my coffee and muffin are mine…lucky me….ohhh…the muffin isn't mine it's from my bro….
A/N. Tell me what you think…. And please be kind it's my first HP FF and I just hope it's a little good not even very good. It will be kinda OOC and AU, but we are talking about FF here…so a last warning English isn't my native language not even close so YOU ARE WARNED!...
Prologe:
Albus Dumbledore was an old man and he knew this himself, he had seen a lot: good things and bad things, he was a positive man some would even say a wise man but as many forgot he was only human it didn't matter how powerful he washe was only human and as any human he made mistakes. He had made big ones terrible ones in his 109 years of life…
If you ask him he would tell you that the biggest one was leaving his 3 months oldson Lex alone at home with the house elf's because he had an important reunion at the ministry…that day he had left his home and his son promising the house elf's he would be back as soon as he could which he did but that wasn't soon enough, when he came back home he saw the Death Mark flying over his roof he hurried inside in hope to be able to do something but all he found was bleed, death house elf's and his little boy's nursery torn to pieces the only things left that were recognizable were a small red ruby from a golden with ruby's lion head collar his son had been wearing that he found on the ground and a music box he used to help his son sleep…..This destroyed him for a long time Tom Riddle wasn't kidding when he had told him he would take away the thing he loved the most.
Very few people knew that story or better said that part of his life others just could not understand why he was depressed at that time. The ones who knew were the Weasley's, Haggrit, Maddam pomfey and Mad Eye.
Even after the aurors told him his son was death Albus never believed them he explained that to the people I have just mentioned this. He assured them that he could feel in his bones that his son was still alive that he as a father would have felt the lost of his boy, sadly only the Weasly's and Haggrit believed him the other two did just thought that it was the post traumatic stress that was talking…And so Haggrit the Weasley's and Albus himself never stopped looking for the boy.
If you ask him what would be his second biggest mistake he would tell you that it was neglecting his son without knowing it or neglecting the connection he felt with the boy because he was a slyrtherin… I will explain this to you Albus had became obsessed with finding his son so madly that he would sit every sorting years in a row looking for a tall boy with ice blue almost white eyes and night black hair that was sorted into griffindor in the hope of recognizing his son. So when he felt a connection toward a tall, pale, skinny, black haired, onix eyed, pureblood, SLYRTHIHIN you would understand he was confused to the point of pushing the boy as far away as he could. He used to look down at the boy because of his last name, his talent in DA and potions and to break the connection. He was cold hearted toward the boy unfair and deep inside he knew this, he also knew that his precious Griffindors the mauders made the boy's live hell the first 3 years of the boys education and he had just turned his back toward it even when the boy could have been killed he just brushed it off and made the boy swear he would not to tell anything to anyone if he wanted to remain in school…Pompey had tried to alarm him over the years of the abuse the boy suffered but again he just brushed it off.
He brushed everything off until in the Christmas vacation of the boys sixth year ( a little over a year before the end of the first wizard war) when there weren't supposed to be any students in the school that year he found an unconscious pale black haired skinny teen in his office that was covered in blood his own and hurt. That was the moment he decided he needed to at last stop turning his back toward the boy. He lifted the boy, laid him down on the couch and tried to wake him up carefully, when the boy opened his eyes looking around confused he saw they were ice blue almost white and that his face and nose also looked different the realization of who the boy really was broke Albus heart in a million pieces and when the boy looked at him and recognized where he was he saw the confusion in the boy's eyes replaced by fear his broken heart was being moiled…his own son was afraid of him. He decided the boy…no his boy needed him then so he started to talk softly about some nonsense while he cured him: what he could see his hands his head his neck. The boy didn't protest and stopped trembling. This was the first of many nights and times in which Albus would heal the boys wounds during which the boy would inform him of Death Eaters and Voldemords activity and plans converting himself slowly and unintentionally in the orders spy. It took Albus a long time but with a lot of care and showing the boy he would not run away or harm him no matter what he did he was able to break the boys, who was already a young man by then, walls down. Discovering more than he ever wanted in the process…he learned about a lot of tortures and beatings both the magical and the muggle way he had been given when he was small, how he HAD to use a glamuorie on himself and how he had been aged to 11 when he was 5 so he could enter Hogwards the year he did. The fact that the boy had become a teacher at Hogwards had helped a lot in the process of getting to know him. After Voldemort disappeared and Albus saved his son from a death sentence in Azakaban he promised himself he would not allow his son to spy again…..If he only would have held that promise.
A/N:Hope you liked it….please review….please….pretty please….
