Age Eleven:

Why, in the name of all that is holy, do I have to get up before the sun rises?! Do I like school? Yes. Do I like classes? Yes. Do I like being in Gryffindor? Hell yeah! Do I like getting up at the crack of dawn so I can get breakfast and then go to Potions? NO! For the love of all that is holy: Why must we wake up this early?!

Age Twelve:

Hogwarts is a wonderful place, full of knowledge. I hope Abe will like it as much as I do, when he comes, and that Ariana will be able to flourish here. The restricted section has been my recent get-away spot; I think I might have found what is wrong with my sister. According to the Book of Deadly Diseases, she has the symptoms of Gredelshlevs. Gredelshlevs is a disease that eats the body from the inside out and some of the symptoms are uncontrollable magic, sickness, physical weakness, and unhindered communication with the dead. All of those things fit my sister; after all, who else could she have learned Italian from, if not from a dead person?

Age Thirteen:

After studying Ariana this summer, I have quickly realized that she does not have Grendelshlevs – she has one more symptom that makes it impossible for her to have it: her mind is unraveling at an alarming rate. She throws her food, slams her hands around, breaking the bones without seeming to realize it. Mother is convinced that she is going mad, but everything seems too focused. Her mind is unraveling- she's loosing her restraints. She has stopped caring about herself. However, she isn't "loosing her mind;" it's simply unraveling. I've spent the majority of this past month with the mediwitch at Hogwarts, desperately trying to learn everything about the human mind to see if I can slow the process down. I'll hit the books heavily; I'll learn everything I possibly can: I will save my sister.

Age Fourteen:

Abe's been sorted into Ravenclaw, which doesn't really make a lot of sense as Abe isn't one for studying. But, oh well, he's here and he seems to like it. Next year, O. will be my major event – this year I'm going to try and see if I can possibly take one or two O. early. It won't be easy, so maybe I'll choose Transfiguration and Charms, my two easiest classes. I'll have to think about that deeper, later. Perhaps next month. This month, I'm going to study medimagic more closely. I've asked our Headmaster if I can go to St. Mungo's in place of one elective class. He said yes, so this month I'm going to try to learn everything I can and ask lots of questions at St. Mungo's; it'll be hard without telling anyone about my sister, but I think I can do it. So far, I'm not finding anything helpful towards discovering and possibly curing whatever it is that Ariana has. But, I have been finding loads of Potions to help with her individual symptoms, which I send home immediately.

Her magic is becoming more uncontrollable, or perhaps it's just getting stronger and it's seeming like it is getting more uncontrollable; it's hard to tell which. She gets sick so much more easily. Mother sent me a letter yesterday. Ariana ripped her stomach open – Mother was frantic – and within an hour it was like it never happened. I almost asked to go home, but I thought I was just on the edge of finding something important. Turned out to be a dead end. Two months past, and I have yet to accomplish anything of any value.

Age Fifteen:

I started my fifth year with two of my O. out of the way. I haven't gotten my results, but the person who was testing me said I did very well. I feel like I'm getting close to figuring out what is wrong with my sister, and the Healers at St. Mungo's are discussing a research project they want to give me, something new that no one has ever tried to do before: The Uses of Dragon's Blood. But I won't be able to start it until after school. Oh well, all the more time to devote to trying to help my sister.

Abe seems more concerned with his friends and social life then I ever was at his at his age. He doesn't even seem to be concerned that our own sister wasn't allowed to attend Hogwarts, for fear of her unstable nature harming the other students. He says I need to get a life and stop showing off; I tried to explain that I'm just trying to help our sister. He just doesn't understand.

Age Sixteen:

Six years I have devoted to trying to help my baby sister. Six years! And I've accomplished nothing! Nothing! I've exhausted the medical avenue. I'm a fully qualified Healer in my own right; I'm just not of age to have a job yet. I've exhausted everything that could possibly help me, both magical and non-magical. I've done nothing but study, day in and day out, for six years. And I have nothing. NOTHING!

Age Seventeen:

Mother is dead. Ariana killed her; it was an accident. I'm not sure what happened, but I know it was an accident. When Abe heard, he immediately wanted to quit school to take care of her. I quit instead. I was basically done, anyways. Personally, I think Abe just wanted to have an excuse to leave school. After all, it isn't like he's been busting his ass for six years trying to help her. But, I'm being nasty; he means well, I'm sure. My life is somewhat put on hold, but I don't really mind; my sister is worth it. Maybe with me here, I can work towards curing her, fixing her.

A neighbor of mine seems to have her great-nephew dropping in "for a bit." I'll have to go and greet him sometime… Maybe Ariana will be able to meet him, too?

Age Eighteen:

Our days are spent in the sun; sometimes we bring Ariana, when she is calm. Other times, we leave her alone. Our nights are spent in my bed, I really don't understand how someone can occupy my every thought the way Gellert can. It's like he never leaves my mind, like everything is connected to him in the long run. He hardly seems to be any different in age than me; I couldn't believe he was two years younger. Two years my junior and he leads our physical relationship; how odd. Last night, Gellert's mother came to see him, so I spent the majority of the night with Ariana. My sister seems both better and the same all at once. With Mother dead, she freely talks to… something. I can't see him, so he can't be a ghost. At first, I thought he was just a figment of her imagination, but when I concentrated, I could see… something. Ariana spoke to him in Italian, softly, like the way I talk to Gellert. I think my little sister is in love with him.

Today, Gellert came by. He looked pale, worried. His blond hair was messed up, like he had ran his fingers through it roughly. He's taller then me, which is a feat considering I'm older than him. And his arms, they just enclose me; cradle me close like I'm the most important thing to him. His voice always seems so warm…great, I'm sounding like a first year girl! Anyway, onto the matter at hand, I'll obsess over Gellert's body later.

His mother doesn't like me. She hasn't even met me and she told Gellert to stay away from me. Said I'd ruin him or something. I thought Gellert would be offended… but he wasn't. His arms just crushed my body to his, so close I could feel our heartbeats dance in union.

"I'd do anything for you, I'd give you anything. You can never ruin me." After he said that, we toppled onto the ground and lay in each others arms for what seemed an eternity.

Age Nineteen:

Gone.

"I'll give it to you Albus! Just let me have your sister's blood! She's-"

Gone.

"Albus, MOVE!"

Gone.

"Halálos Kényszerít!"

Gone. Life. Meaning.

Gone.

Age Twenty:

My great-great-great grandfather is housing Abe… Aberforth. Aberforth, his name is Aberforth. It's funny, but I don't think I've ever actually called him by his name… ever. Guess that shows that I really don't think he'll forgive me.

And I don't deserve to be forgiven.

My research is going well: I've discovered three uses of Dragon's Blood, but I suspect there are more, so I will continue my research. During the day, I read and experiment. Sometimes, I leave the country and get outside opinions. In the afternoons, I read any mail I have. My great-great-great grandfather, Nicholas Flamel, sends me letters daily. Sometimes they're about Aberforth, sometimes just about what he's doing. Currently, he's trying to recreate the Philosopher's Stone that he stumbled upon in his true adulthood. He seems to be curious about how to create one from scratch. But… my favorite part of the day is the evenings.

I get home late; I eat out mostly, so by the time I come home to an empty one room house the sun is down. He always comes over around then. Sometimes, months can go by without seeing him, but he always sends something if he can't come. A flower, a letter, a book, anything. In the cover of dark we whisper nothing to one another. He says he loves me and I respond in kind. We make love. And by the morning's light, he's gone.

I shouldn't be forgiven, for I succumb to darkness so easily. All it has to do is say it loves me, and I just fall into Gellert's arms.

Author's Notes: And now the real canon twisted into AU begins. Yay! Please review!