He made no protest when Voldemort killed him. It was a relief, actually, an escape from that horrid place they called prison…the prison he created…never had he imagined…if only Dumbledore had killed him that time ago…things would have been so less difficult…and so he welcomed Death as it rushed toward him, sweeping him away…
He opened his eyes to find himself having, it seemed, to step back in time. He was in Albus Dumbledore's childhood home…where Ariana had died…
"Gallert," Said a quiet voice behind him. He sat up and turned to see none other than Albus himself. There was not a doubt in his mind, no matter how much older or wrinkled he was. Gallert would know those eyes anywhere.
He did not know what to say to Albus. He half wanted to scream for the suffering Albus had put him through for all those years—why could he just not kill Gallert and save him all that suffering? He also wanted to grovel on his knees and apologize—for he was sure that he, Gallert, had performed the curse that struck the young Dumbledore sister down. He had performed the Priori Incantatem on his wand and was quite sure it had been his fault.
He opened his mouth, and closed it again. Finally, Albus spoke:
"You need not say anything. Your suffering has been too long as it is."
I know I take forever to update ._. I'm sorry, really.
This was supposed to be Tonks, but the Tonks chapter I have written sucks balls, so it'll be up later in this slot. Promise :)
-BellaBlack-
