I wrote all but the last chapter of this story a few months ago, when I was quite depressed - it was quite cathartic :) I used the 100quills prompts (I have an ongoing Ariana claim there) to inspire the chapters... I will now stop going on about nothing at all.
Prompt 007 - Open
I could never speak my mind in life. The curse that held me gripped close in its confusion would never allow me to put words to the feelings that plagued me. There was so much I felt but couldn't understand; so many things locked away in a deep chest for which I could not find the key. Only death could unlock that particular snare, and in death I cannot say what I wish because no one will hear. No one is here to hear me.
There are questions, too; questions that I could never ask because they were hidden within the closed box of my own mind and I had not the understanding of the corresponding emotions. Maybe that was why I was so erratic – emotions cannot be hidden forever, and sometimes the pressure became too great. Something had to give, and that something was the lock on the door.
You weren't to know, I suppose. How could you? I am angry at you for some of the things you said, although I could never, would never, hate you. But you could never have understood. Some things are too painful to understand, and you have always tried to avoid pain.
I am going to cause you pain, my beloved brother. I have no wish to hurt you, but emotion will out. One hundred and fifty years of pent-up pressure cannot be allowed to fester for any longer. It will hurt you, more so than it will me, but now that you have joined me in death I must set these questions free. Not in the uncontrollable explosions as I did in life, but in my own time. The mind is a fortress, and I now possess the only key.
Albus, dear Albus. My brother, my protector. You have run from me for a century and a half, fearing the truth and the guilt that our renewed companionship will bring. But death cannot be evaded forever, and you have always known that there is neither heaven nor hell. There is not even any limbo for you, my Albus. Simply purgatory, where you must face up to your life. Just me.