Hi, yeah, this is my first fanfic, so yeah please forgive me if I get stuff wrong. I do not own any of the characters or events I talk about – all go to the wonderful J.K Rowling. Anway enjoy :D This is a journey into Dumbledore's Pensieve….
Her blood-curdling scream drove fear straight through my heart like a dagger. I bolted up right; what had happened, what had happened to my dear sister…
Aberforth got there first. Winded, I saw a tiny blue mass sprawled across the dirt, trembling.
"Albus, A-Ab-Aber, they, th-they taunted me, th-ey hu-u-rt m-e. I'm s-sorry, I couldn't control myself."
"Ariana. Ariana? Albus, fetch the medical kit. Now!"
Aberforth had never talked to me like that before. I guess it was fair. Aberforth was always Ariana's favourite. He should stay with her.
The medical kit, with potions, spells and other remedies was on the counter. I picked it up and started to head out.
"What are you doing with that, boy?" said the warm voice of my father.
"Ariana," I choked, which seemed to be enough for him. There had been previous accidents with my darling sister. None as bad as this.
I turned to face my father but he was halfway to the scene. I followed him, and when he saw Ariana lying on the dirt, bruised, battered and shivering, he gasped. Shoving Aberforth out of the way, he picked up Ariana, who looked even tinier in his arms and asked her in a barely audible whisper, "Who did this?"
Ariana was silent, still shivering like someone pulled out of the Arctic Ocean. Fear and anger quaking through his voice, he whispered again "Who did this? Who did this to my baby Ariana?". Ariana was silent; father was as pale as a ghost.
"Who did this to you? WHO?" he cried desperately, shaking her.
"Dad, she's in shock, be gentle" snapped Aberforth, warningly. Smiling kindly, turned to Ariana and held her hand. At this slight touch, Ariana seemed to relax immensely. I felt guilt shudder through me; why couldn't she do that when I was around her. Did she not trust me? Had I done something wrong?
In a warm tone, Aberforth said, "Ariana, please, can you tell us who did this?"
Ariana stared at Aberforth with her pretty eyes and gave a sharp intake of breath.
"Those three muggle children. The – the ones that live just down the cobblestone road."
Aberforth seemed confused; Father, however, seemed to know exactly who she was talking about. His eyes lit up with a dangerous spark.
"I'll kill them," he whispered, barely audible. Ariana stared in shock. "Daddy…"
"I'll kill them," he said louder, whipping out his wand. "Look what they did to you…I'll kill 'em, I tell ya. I'LL KILL THOSE BASTARDS!"
"Father, don't, you can't possibly mean-"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CANNOT DO, ALBUS!," yelled my father, as he turned to run off. Aberforth went after him, grabbing his robes. "Father, don't-"
"DON'T GET IN MY WAY, BOY!" He was now shrieking maniacally, and he turned his wand on Aberforth. "Stand aside, stupid boy".
"No," Aberforth stated indignantly. "I won't let you-"
BANG. Sparks flew from Father's wand and Aberforth flew 20 feet, slamming into the brick wall.
"ABERFORTH!" yelled Ariana, as she rushed to his aid. I turned, trying to see through the smoke, seeing my father's robes whip round the corner.
Moments later, we heard another explosion, followed by the screams of three young muggles. Ariana listened, mortified, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. Aberforth was unconscious. I tried to console her the best I could, but I couldn't. I was not Aberforth.
"CRUCIO!" I heard my father shriek over and over again, with the sounds of the muggles screeching in agony. "CRUCIO!"
"DADDY! STOP IT!" Ariana was screaming futilely. The muggles were screaming so loud it was a wonder that the whole country didn't hear.
With a loud POP, seven Aurors apparated into our street, all badly dressed in muggle clothes. Six of them followed the sound of the screaming. The one, who was wearing a blue bathing suit, pointed at Aberforth, still lying on the ground.
"What happened to 'im?" he grunted, unconcerned.
"Father stunned him. He got in the way, he was going to attack the muggles-"
"Straight to Azkaban, I supposed" the Auror interrupted. At these words, Ariana burst out crying. This seemed to soften the Auror; he knealt down and said, "Why don't you run along back to your house, OK dear?"
Ariana, who usually was terrified of strangers, skulked back towards the house.
"What happened to her?" asked the Auror.
"Those muggle kids-they….they attacked her, sir. Father just went mad – he was trying to get back at them for what they did to her…"
The Auror paused, deep in thought.
"I understand, but we still have to bring him infront of the Wizenagomot. It is out of my control what happens, sir. I'm sorry."
The last time I ever saw my father was him being carried out that day, subdued, by seven Aurors. He stared at me for a while, and finally said:
"Take care of Ariana, Albus. Take care of my baby…"
And with that he was gone.
Ooooh I wonder who's pensieve we'll delve into next. I hope you enjoyed that, next time I'll write a more light-hearted pensieve story. Anyway till then :D