Chapter Six is coming up! Unfortunatley, I just say to everyone, that I'm getting them to Hogwarts as fast as I can, so hold up.

Well, about two weeks after that cursed incident happened, I was eating breakfast with Aberforth and Mother, when an owl fluttered through the window into the sitting room.

"Ah, Socrates with the post. Albus, could you get it?"

"Why can't Aberforth?" I said, looking at my eggs as if daring them to disappear.

"Aberforth darling?" Mother asked, taking her dish to the washtub.

"Why can't Albus?" Aberforth asked, reading a peice of parchment.

"One of you please?" my mother asked, getting a bit annoyed.

"Make him do it." we both said in unison.

"ONE OF YOU GO GET IT NOW!" my mother screamed shrilly. We both jumped.

I wisley took this oppurtuinity to duck out, and went to go get it. Aberforth, however, decided to get it too.

"I'll get it!"

"I can get it! I'm the bigger one!"

"You certanly weren't acting like it a few moments ago!"

"BOYS!"

I ran out, and left my brother to my mother's wrath.

Yes, I know it wasn't very nice, but that's what brothers are for, right?
As my mother shrieked at my brother, I looked at the letters... hmm, my mother's sister Klarissa(1), my father's father, Thomas... a whole bunch of ads for the new robe shop, Madam Malkins... then the last one. It was... for me?

I cracked the seal, took out the letter written in dark blue ink, gasped, dropped the envolope, and ran waving the letter, screaming, "MUM! I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS!"

When I came back later, I found the wax seal had been peeled off perfectly. So, I decided to keep it.

You know, I think I still have that somewhere in this office. I think I'll go look for it, give me a moment.
My mother was congratulating me, saying how happys she was that her little boy was growing up, (Aberforth snickered and I glared.) and she looked at the list, and said, "Brilliant! And unlike everything else, this won't cost a thing! That is the best part I think!"

I choked on my newly inflated ego, while Aberforth exploded into laughter. "You are so expensive!" he said, mimicing my mother.

"MUM!" I yelled indignatly.

"I'm only joshing you dear. But the list hasn't changed, and your father and I saved all our things, so it won't cost a thing!"

"Oh, I would dearly love to see Albus in the girl's dress-"

"ABERFORTH, SHUT UP!"

"BOYS!"

I grinned suddenly. "Mum, if I'm growing up, how come I'm still a boy?" I asked.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you shall always be a boy to me, even if you live to be 150!"

Well Mum, I'm 160. Does that mean I'm a man now?
After my mother and I debated this around for an hour, Aberforth asked, "Can we go see the antiques now?"

My mother started screaming that she wasn't that old, and my brother winked at me. 'Go.' he mouthed. I grinned, and snuck upstairs.

I climbed the ladder up into the attic, where I knew my mother kept all the old things. It was dark, so I climbed back down, lit a candle with my thumb, and climbed back up the ladder awkwardly.

I looked around, and saw a cedar chest at the end of the attic. I went over to the chest, set my candle down carefully, and looked inside. There I found lots of my father's old things. I was almost in tears as I looked at his books, his robes, which were big, but I would grow. He even had his old Prefect badge, nestled on the neatly folded robes.

I dug out the robes and books, and only two things remained. A painting, and a slim box. I took a look at the photo.

It had two girls and three young boys in it. A boy I reconized as my father hugged a well to do girl around the middle, who I reconized as my mother. My mother touched my father's hand fondly. The girl who was the same age as my mother, I saw was her twin, Klarissa(1). A boy had his hands over her eyes, who I thought was her husband, Uncle George. The other boy, however, I didn't reconize. The boy was rather frail, and leaning on my father and uncle, but he was still smiling widly. His grey hair made him look sickly, and his grey eyes matched his hair. I was trying to figure out if I had seen him before!

I looked away from the picture, and opened the box, then gasped.

My father's wand!

I picked up the wand and raised it.

A golden flash emitted from the end, and I was overcome with a vision...

It was the girl again!

It was the exact same as last time. The sights. The sounds. The smell.

I even thought I could feel the sands beneath my feet as I walked towards the girl. I stopped three feet from her, and held out my hand to touch her face. I wanted to see if she was real.

She changed suddenly, growing as tall as I was, and her face disappeared under a black cloak and hood. Her black robes now hid her figure, and she looked away from me, and pointed to a shadow clouding the sunset.

I shook my head. "I don't understand."

'She tells you of the increasing evils, my son.'

I gasped. Even though it was in my head, I once knew that voice well.

"Father." I choked, holding back tears.

'Albus, help her, no matter what you should figure out about her. She is haunted by her father.'

"But who is she?"

'ALBUS! THE SHADOW!'

The shadow took shape of a man, and the man laughed and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra." Grindewald hissed.

I screamed as the jet of light was about to take my life, as it had my father's.

My foot snagged on a rock as I stumbled back...

... And I fell out of the attic, slamming into the floor below.

The last thing I remember was the painting in my hands, my mother's scream as she ran down the hall, the bhlackness gathering at the corners of my vision... and how comfortable the floor felt as I rested my head.

(1) The name Klarissa is in the memory of a dear friend of a friend. Jessy, this is for you and Klarissa.

Albus: Why do you like to torture me so?

Me: Because I like making you a jeuvinile delinquent.

Albus: Figures.

Me: Review!

Katrina