Ariana Dumbledore's last wish
August 22nd, 1899
7:55 p.m.
I heard crashing outside. Loud, crass bangs and then my brothers shouting spells. Something in my mind twisted and memories flooded in. Spells. Muggles. Me. I dropped the blue china dish I was drying and ran outside in my pale green dress and white apron.
People don't understand me. I don't understand me. I have fears and outbursts of anger that I can't control. I can't remember things right. But I'm not stupid, or a Squib. Many people underestimate me. Oddly, these were some of the thoughts I was having as my feet pounded away at the stone pathway egressing from our beautiful stone cottage in Godric's Hollow. Gasping for air, I had no idea what I was doing and I felt the familiar sensation of mist filling my head. I pushed back my light brown hair as I ran faster. My brothers were in the garden and by their chants I could tell something was utterly wrong. "Albus! Aberforth!", I screeched, when I noticed green, blue, yellow, and red sparks from the roses.
"Have you lost your bloody mind? Ariana needs us! We cannot leave her, Albus! Why are you even considering this!", that was Aberforth. "But with the muggles subdued, we won't have to hide Ariana!", Gellert Grindelwald, our family's friend argued, shooting a silver spell at Ab. "I'm not saying to leave Ariana!", Albus said, ducking a spell from Gellert. I could tell Gellert was furious as I tried to decode what they meant by their words. They wanted to leave me? "You're leaving me now, aren't you?", I asked, stomping into the garden. "Ari, no we're not. Calm down before you hurt someone," Aberforth soothed me. "Well we might as well leave her, follow my plan!", Gellert boiled, "Think of what we could do, together!" With that remark, Gellert screamed, "Crucio!" as my favorite brother dropped to the ground in agony. "Aberforth!", Albus and I gasped at the same time. ""Expelliarmus!" I ran in and disarmed Gellert. Shocked, he chuckled, "Well, well, Ariana...never thought you might turn your back on me, did we?", Albus interrupted with a spell that cast Gellert to the ground, keeping him there by an unimaginable force. Gellert dropped to the ground almost instantly at his wrath. "Albus, no!", I shouted,"He's not worth it!" Gellert, gasping for air, cast a look in my direction full of...I don't know what, a look I've never seen him give to anyone. The moment short lived, he cast another spell at Aberforth, "Cricindio!" Albus pushed me out of the way for my safety as I fell to the ground. He shot toward the center of the spell, deflecting it off his younger brother, as I noticed an enormous force of spells was building. Extremely distraught now and almost at my breaking point, I hyperventilated and watched as red, yellow, and green conjoined and entwined and the three boys struggled to regain control of their magic.
While watching this torturingly long epic, I silently made a decision: I didn't want this life anymore. My father was dead in Azkaban, my mother, dead as well, caused my me, her own ruthless daughter, and my brothers close to harm. They didn't even want me. Who wanted a stupid, faux-Squib child to care for for their existence? They wanted their own lives and families. Without me. I knew this was best. I loved my brothers. But I did not love my life. They could live without me. I wanted to see my mother and father, up above in heaven. To be rid of my insanity. Not understanding quite what I was doing, I ran into the blur of red, yellow, and green, falling into a peaceful, everlasting sleep as Albus and Aberforth slowly screamed my name.