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How are you all doing? I hope you guys are good.
My second chapter of my Grindeldore story, I hope you like! I started with Gellert, now it's time for Albus! You will see what will happen to him.
Hope you enjoy!
Cindynetha Black
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Chapter 2 : The Effects Of Confessions.
Chapter's Summary : Far away, to the green forests of Britain, lived a small family of five, despite being poor and living away from the village, they were happy. But one confession of the eldest child and son, turns the happiness upside down.
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Disclaimer : None of the characters belong to me.
A/N to the haters : Don't like it, don't read it.
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The Effects Of Confessions
Far away, somewhere in the green forests of Britain, lived a small happy loving and poor family of five. They chose to live away from everyone else because of their magic, their shell cottage looked very small from the outside but with the help of magic, it was wider than what would anyone think of. Despite having problems with the money, food and water, the family is happy.
The family is like a piece of puzzle, made of five parts. The two largest are the parents, Kendra and Percival Dumbledore, the second bigger half is a young blonde fourteen years-old girl with twinkling blue eyes like her father's - Ariana-, next to her of each side, two boys, one sixteen with a very dark auburn hair and blue eyes - Albus - and the other brown hair and blue eyes like his siblings' - Aberforth -.
Each piece of puzzle is important. Each one has a purpose in getting the puzzle look beautiful and complete, this is how the family thought of each other, without the other, nothing can be complete. And the family's motto became ' Every piece of puzzle is important'.
So one day, when Albus was pacing in his and his brother's bedroom, he took a deep breath and placed his hands on his temples, his breath came out shaky and small, his body shaking strongly and his hands moved to his hair to take fistfulls of deep red hair.
' Stop being a coward!', a voice screamed at him inside his head. ' Tell them now! Better than they find out by themsleves!'.
Albus absoualtely had no idea what to do. Part of his mind screamed for him to tell his family about his dark secret, but the other simply stopped him with dark thoughts.
' What if they don't accept you?' ' What if they lose their trust in you?' ' What if they don't love you anymore?'
Albus wanted to scream, to tear his body apart, to change himself, to kill himself, to do anything but having to confess to his parents.
But in the end he must, he must tell them what he is. So he swallowed his pride and went down to eat dinner with his family. It may be the last one.
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Albus didn't dare to ruin the family's joyful mood tonight. Not when his father is looking better than usual, not when his mother is putting on the widest smile she smiled in ages, not when his sister and brother are including him in their conversations. But maybe, in their moment of sheer happiness, they would accept him.
" Albus dear", his mother begun turning to him and caressing his cheek. Albus bit his lip and blinked his tears away, something told him it would be the last time he sees her gentleness.
" You are awfully quiet", she continued with concern growing in her eyes with every word. Albus wanted to cry and scream, but he just forced a smile on his face and kissed her hand.
" Don't worry, mother", he said tightly as he held her hand tightly. His mother must of noticed, for she held his hand tighter.
" Tell me what's wrong dear", she said in a soothing tone which Albus loved. It remindend him of a time where he didn't have to worry about anything, of a time where he was still young and innocent.
" I'm...", Albus begun slowly before his voice cut off. His mother shared glances with his father.
Percival leaned forward and focused on Albus. Albus glanced down at his feet and swallowed the huge lump in his throat.
"I'm... I'm... a..", Albus couldn't bring himself to say it, to admit what he really is. His family waited patiently, except Aberforth.
" You are a", said Aberforth who is clearly getting bored with the whole situation. Albus cleared his throat and took a calming breath, which didn't help very much.
" I'm a homosexual", Albus said quietly but clearly. His family was dead quiet for a second before he felt himself being thrown out of his chair.
Albus fell on the floor before he picked himself up quickly and looked up to see his father standing taller than he had ever seen him before.
Percival stood tall angry and dangerous. Albus swallowed fearfully and closed his eyes with a flinch as his father raised his right hand and slapped Albus on his left cheek.
The hard blow of the hit caused Albus' head to turn to the right. His cheek didn't sting from the hardness but he stood still and accepted the punishment.
" MY SON!!!", Percival bellowed as he kneed Albus in the stomach causing him to fall down on the floor. " A... a ... A SODOMITE!!", he finished his nostrils widening in fury.
That hurts. Hurts more than the hits. More than the beats. More than the spell his father hit him with the first time.
Albus hung his head down and covered his cheek to feel something hot and sticky. Blood. His father's ring must of caused him damage enough to bleed.
Albus cried out in pain as his father kicked him in the stomach. He knew he deserves it, everything in his parents' life is perfect, everything but him. His vision blurred, wether from pain or tears, Albus couldn't tell.
" Percical!", Kendra cried as she stood between the two. Albus wanted to cry harder, because his mother still cares about him, even after he confessed what he is.
" What is is Kendra?! What excuse can you possibly make for him now?!", his father roared at his poor mother. Albus looked away, he didn't want to see his mother get hurt. " He is a sodomite! Unnormal! There is always something wrong in him!".
Albus whimpered pathetically. He regretted it the moment his father turned towards him, in his eyes, Albus saw anger, betrayal, hurt and disappointment. Albus felt the tears run down his cheeks, not of pain, but of being who he is, of being such a disappointment.
" Percival!", Kendra scolded her husband as she shielded Albus from his father's view. " He's our son!".
" No".
The answer came cold and stony. The whole room had gone awfully quiet, Albus wanted the screams back, to know what his parents thought of him, to know what he really is. But no one dared to say a word.
" I beg your pardon!", Kendra was the first one who broke the ice. Albus felt himself love her more for her bravery and courage, but he isn't worth it, he isn't worth all the fighting.
He's a disappointment, a sodomite, a burden, just another mouth to feed and is ungrateful and completely not worth. He hates himself, oh how hates himself, in fact, hate is a small word, he loathes himself.
' Why am I like this?!' , Albus screamed in his mind at himself. ' Why am I such a mistake?! Why do I even exist?! Nobody cares about me! I'm better off dead!'.
" He is not my son", Percival's cold whisper brought Albus back to reality. " Nor yours either".
Albus let out a strangled sob. His mother moved to try and hold him, perhaps to comfort him, to shield him, but alas, his father made that impossible.
" DON'T GO TO HIM KENDRA!!!", Percival screamed as he stopped his wife by her arm. " He is filth! Disgusting and worthless!".
Albus hicupped before covering his mouth. His face a mix of blood and tears, which both tasted bitter in his mouth, just like how his emotions are right now. He felt cold and small laying there on the floor, his clothes teared and his face bloody in the February weather.
" HE'S MY SON!", Kendra screamed as she wiped her own tears from her eyes at the sight of her son, her precious son.
Percival tied her to a seat with a spell before he dragged Albus by his hair and apperated.
Albus would usually be bothered by apperating. But he is feeling very unhealthy and dizzy at the moment to care, when he looked around, he found himself in a green forest, trees surrounding him from all around with the water's sound.
He whimpered as his father threw him to the floor and pointed his wand at him. Albus excepted a green light to shoot out of the tip of his wand and end his life right here and right now, but his father stopped before he uttered the words.
" You will stay in here until your death", his father's voice filled the peaceful forest and turned it into an even more colder place. " You won't ever come back to my house and my family, understood?", his father finished and gave him his most deathly glare.
Albus nodded fearfully and bit his lip. He is sure it's out of hatred his father left him alive, he would die of hunger, cold, loss of blood and illness. It isn't a mercy.
" I'm sorry", Albus chocked out his apology since he couldn't hold it in anymore. He didn't explain why, because his father knows why, because he's a disappointment, a burden, a waste of space and a sodomite.
His father pretended he didn't hear and apperated with a crack., leaving Albus completly alone.
Albus moved slowly into a sitting position. His body hurts from everywhere, now the pain is showing along with bruises. Even his hair hurts.
Slowly, he moved to the iced river and looked at his reflection in the ice. He looked nothing like the Albus he knew from two hours ago; his face bloody and strained with tears, eyes puffy and red, his hair sticky with blood and sweaty with a deep bruise on his right cheek and a deep gash on his left one. His father sure wants his death to be slow and painful.
Albus simply didn't know what to do. He - with all of his brilliant mind - decided to just lay there and curl up, trying to create some warmth, he let his tears fall and excepted his fate. Death.
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Percival couldn't bring himself to kill his son. He couldn't look at Albus and say the words and actually mean them, he couldn't even look at his son's face or eyes. Oh and the apology he gave him...
He pretended he didn't hear Albus because he knew he would take Albus back with him.
But he can't go back to Albus now and pretended like it was just a misunderstanding. He can't go back now and apologize and everything would be alright, he can't go back and tell his son to come back home. Because what's done is done.
Percival is sure he is as good as killed the boy. Mentally and physically, he hurted him in every way possible, betrayed his trust and might as well killed him with only words. He knew that killing him back was better, more merciful.
He found Kendra crying - no, wailing - on his favourite chair and rocking back and forth. Percival cleared his throat and composed himself, putting on the mask of the cold and stone-hearted man from minutes ago. The three looked up at him in fear and worry.
" He's dead".
Kendra took minutes to proceed what he just said. Because her Albus, her small sweet and caring boy, can't be dead, he can't be, he will appear again a few minutes later and say he's alright, he will come home and say nothing was real, he will come back and assure her everything would be alright. He can't be dead, he can't be, he can't be.
" HE CANNOT BE!", Kendra screamed as she clutched her chest tightly. Albus can't be dead, he can't, Percival wouldn't of done it, he wouldn't...
" He is woman", Percival said coldly as he took the family's photo and ripped him out of it before crumbling it and throwing it into the fire. " And I except everyone to act as if he didn't exist".
Just as he was about to walk upstairs, he heard a scream from behind him:
" HOW COULD YOU???!!!", his wife screamed at his back, he could her pain and betrayal in her voice. " HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM??!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??!! TO US??!"
Percival continued his way up and slammed the door shut after he entered his bedroom.
He should rest, he knows it. But the image of Albus hunted him; Albus as a baby, Albus with a wide smile, Albus with his thick book, Albus with the brightest mind ever, Albus with his auburn hair, Albus with his blue twinkling eyes so much like his. But the image changed.
It turned to the Albus he left behind. Hurt Albus, betrayed Albus, scared Albus, cold Albus, bleeding Albus, guilty Albus and regretful Albus. Most of all, the Albus who hates life, hates himself, who wants to die, depressed Albus.
' I'm sorry Albus', Percival thought as a few tears escaped his eyes, for a new image is planted inside his mind: dead Albus.
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A/N : Okay, I know, this is so much to take but I love the angst lol, anyway how was it? good? bad? don't hesitate to leave a review!
BloodOathForLove : I'm doing well, how are you? thanks for your kind and encouraging review at my story!
Well, I feel bad for the older brother but not so much for the parents, I hope you don't mind what I did to Albus lol.
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