Well, this is Chapter Four. I figured I should start writing it before my brain exploded. I really want to get it to Hogwarts.
I remember going to the funeral. And... well... it wasn't the happiest event of my life. Everyone around me was crying, but I refused to in public. I would just play with my shoulder length auburn hair... thinking about my father's life. My black robes would be in disarray as I kept on batting the dust off of them, my cloak swishing in the autumn leaves...
After my family left, my mother and brother about to get into the carridge, I said to Mum, "One minute Mother, I want to do something. I-- I want to say a last goodbye." My mother nodded. Then I offered to walk myself home, seeing as we lived nearby. Mum obliged, and the petite, portly woman got into the carridge with my three year old brother, who was sobbing into my mother's dress. As they rode off, I walked up to my father's grave.
I stood over it, not really comphrehending anything. Just... standing there, watching the grave, as if my father would suddenly pop out of the ground. Needless to say, he didn't.
I knew this was going to be a bad idea copying this down.
I glared down at the gravestone, that read 'Jonathan Dumbledore, 1815-1850... May the ones that camebefore us guide you...' I choked on my breath. I didn't want them to guide my father! I wanted that man who had basically all control over my life back! I didn't want to be the man of the household! I kneeled down before the grave, still staring at the stone. I made some flowers with magic right there, and put them on my father's grave. As I watched the white lilies on his grave, all in a bundle on the freshly overturned soil... Tears came down my cheeks, and I finally broke down. I started to sob my heart out, slamming my fist into the fresh earth, sobbing still. "DAMN IT!" I cried. "Father... I never asked you to defend me!" I sobbed. "FATHER! WHY ARE YOU GONE! WHY DID GRINDEWALD TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!" I cried, and choked on the buildup in my throat, coughing, yet I couldn't stop, no matter how much I tried to still the tears... Finally, I just gave up, and had my cry...
Oh goodness... I hate this...
At around sunset, I noticed the sun. Only because it was shining into my eyes. I gasped. Great, my mother was going to kill me. I got up, my robes covered in earth and tears, and ran down the streets...
As I ran, I couldn't really see anything. All I saw was... this girl? Why was I seeing a girl? I stopped for a second. The girl's face grew, and I judged her to be about 7 years old. She was smiling at me, with the ocean in the background. Seagulls cried in my ears, and I could actually smell the seawater, hear the seawater... I saw it sort of... hologramic like? I can't really explain it. I could see it, but I knew it wasn't there. I concentrated on the girl.
She had white blonde hair, that was short and to her shoulders, and these translucent blue eyes... the eyes really got my attention, because even though I was only five, I had heard my father once quoting a sentence... "You can see power in a person's eyes... An eye, seems to be like a window, a window to your inner feelings, your inner soul. Some can shield it, shutter it, but not many." Well, it was the same with this girl... it held power... unharnessed power, but power...
I finally looked at the sun, which wasn't there.
"WHAT! OH NO!" I cried, and ran home.
Quality over quantity my dear, Quality over Quantity.
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