Prologue
The year was 1841, the wizard ministry has gone into the future and brought back clothes from there. Now, every wizard wears modern day clothes. Amongst the wizards up that night were the Dumbledores. They were arguing about what to do with what Percival did. You see, three muggles decided to attack Percival's daughter, Ariana. Her injuries were so bad, that Percival killed the three muggles, who, in his opinion, were the worst muggles people would ever meet.
"Percival," said Kendra, "What are we going to do?"
"Nothing," said Percival, "Those muggles deserved what they got."
Kendra paced around the room, "But the ministry would be looking for you!"
"Kendra," said Percival, "Everything's going to be alright."
"No it's not!" yelled Kendra.
Kendra and Percival weren't the only ones up that night, but their son was up listening to their screams. What was his name? Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Albus couldn't sleep because of all the screaming going on in the living room. He didn't look it, but he was worried. Then, Albus's brother, Aberforth, who was seven years old, walked into his room.
"Albus," he asked, "can I sleep in your room?"
"Oh, Aberforth," he answered, "You're too big for that."
"But, bubba," Aberforth wined.
Albus gave in, "Alright, come on."
Albus let his little brother in his bed. Believe it or not, they both fell asleep. A very peaceful sleep. All of the sudden, the brothers were awakened by a loud pop in the living room. They ran out of their bedrooms and into the living room. There were ministry officials holding on to Percival.
"You," the head said, "Percival Dumbledore, are hereby charged for the murder of three muggles with the use of magic. As of clear violation of the wizard law, you are to die in Azkaban prison, for those who break the law. Here we go."
Kendra screamed loudly as they apparated out of the house. Albus had an uneasy sleep that night as he heard his mother wretched sobs.
