A/N: For Rhead-a-holyc in Secret Santa! Sorry, it's so short! I hope you like it! I wish I could've made it longer...Review please. :)

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"What are you doing here?" Albus Dumbledore asked hopelessly. He looked up at Ariana Dumbledore, his younger sister, who looked around his room shaking her head.

Ariana smiled and laughed. "Clean up your room brother. It's very messy. I know you don't need me reminding you but if I don't who will?"

Albus looked at the mess surrounding him. "My life is a mess Ariana."

"I know mother died because of me," Ariana spoke, her voice trembling. She stood trembling at the doorway of Albus' room. "She wouldn't want you to waste away like this!"

Albus smiled sadly and nodded. He rose and began picking up the pile of books and papers which covered his room. "I'm so lost. I don't know what to do anymore."

Ariana laughed, it sounded like bells chiming in the wind. "You'll know. Albus you'll know."

.oOOo.

"Really? You're not eating?" Ariana asked the boys. Albus and Aberforth were barely speaking as they moved their food with their forks. "I'll eat all it myself!"

Albus smiled softly at his sister. "You don't eat that much anyway."

Ariana frowned, patting her belly. "I could eat that much if I wanted." She shook her head and looked at Aberforth. "He's not eating."

Albus glanced at his brother. "Who would?"

Ariana frowned. "Why isn't he eating? Was the death too traumatizing? It wasn't his fault! It was mine!" She cried, wiping her tears. "It was mine!"

Albus stood up and glared at their brother. He walked towards Ariana but she took a step back. "I'm here to help."

"You need help. You both do," Ariana said bitterly. She smiled weakly. "I'll go and compose myself."

.oOOo.

"How many nights is this Albus?" Ariana asked, gazing out the window. She turned slowly to look at Albus who stood still at their sofa. Her long blonde hair was down. She ran a hand through it and smiled. She heard Albus sigh again and she turned towards him. "How many nights?"

Albus smiled. "Too many."

Ariana sighed, standing up she faced her brother. "Have you considered what I asked you?"

Albus shakes his head and laughs hysterically. "I can't do that. I can't."

Ariana gave him a sad smile. "I need you to."

"Not yet," Albus whispered, covering his face with trembling hands.

Ariana laughed loudly. "You will."

.oOOo.

"Please Albus!" Ariana cried, her hair wild and tangled. She wringed her hands together. "You think I can keep going like this?"

Albus merely stared at the ground.

"I need you to!" she cried, her hands trembling. She shook her head and screamed. She huffed and blew her hair out of her face. "I need you to."

Albus ran a hand through his red hair. "How can I?"

Ariana straightened up and fixed her hair calmly. "You just do. No one tells you how. You learn Albus. That's why humans need contact. To interact and cope Al."

Her older brother cried and wailed. He rocked back and forth slowly. "I don't think I can anymore."

.oOOo.

Albus watched as they lowered the coffin down. He watched silently as they began to throw dirt on top. He watched with an impassive face. Aberforth stayed next to him as people began to walk away. Soon it was just them. Ariana looked at them with love and joy.

"Albus, can you?" she asked, her blue eyes twinkling.

Albus nodded. "Yes, I let go."

"This world needs you. Goodbye Albus!" Ariana Dumbledore smiled brightly. Her face seemed to glow and she could see herself fade away. In a flash of blue light, she was gone.

Albus Dumbledore weakly smiled as he saw his younger sister fade into nothing. Aberforth turned to him with fury in his face.

"You didn't cry? Didn't you feel sorry?" he spat, looking utterly disgusted with Albus.

Albus remained silent and once he knew it Aberforth's fist landed squarely on his nose. He winced but did nothing as the younger boy stalked away. His sister was at peace now. The right decision was to let her go even if it was the hardest thing he has ever done.

.oOOo.

"Albus," a young cheerful voice cried as a girl around 14 ran into his awaiting arms.

"You look the same Ariana," Albus croaked, looking at how wrinkly his hands were. She looked so young and ...alive.

"You're old," she responded. Ariana smiled, tears running down her face. "Thank you for being my brother."