CHAPTER 9
They were in the same house again, and once again, Sarah was in tears. "Daddy, I'm so sorry." I could see Dumbledore, his eyes laced with pain, and something else, anger.
"How dare you", he spoke accusingly at her, "You are the reason that this whole family is nearly gone Sarah. How can you even come and try to explain. I tolerated the boy even when he got you pregnant with Peter, because I felt that was the right thing to do, and now I come home and find out, thanks to your careful spying and reports to him, our family is gone. Is that what you really wanted Sarah? To see the destruction of me and your family? Because I really don't think a person like that should deserve to live"
She became hysterical now and clutched at his feet. She was screaming heart-wrenchingly. That's when I noticed Peter. He was staring, with tears in his eyes, at what was obviously Dumbledore's wife and two sons, until Riddle had got a hold of them.
"I don't want to ever see you again", Dumbledore screamed, "If you really like this Voldemort, maybe you should go and let him solve all your problems, because frankly Sarah, I don't want you here. Tell Peter when he's older, when he asks for his grandfather. Tell him he doesn't exist, because you are not part of my family anymore." Dumbledore went to storm out of the room, but a pitiful voice stopped him in his tracks, "Will you take Peter, Da-, I mean, Dumbledore?" Dumbledore swung around and looked at her, "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Will you teach him to use his powers, he's gotta have some, with Riddle and I being the Parents, and I want him to grow up a good boy", she said. Dumbledore slowly agreed, and made his way downstairs to collect the baby. Peter and I followed, as if drawn by an invisible force. Then we heard a blood curdling scream. Dumbledore rushed upstairs, in time to see a giant snake bending over his daughter, Riddles spell almost complete. Voldemort smiled, spoke to his snake in Parseltongue and escaped through the window, as Dumbledore shot a final curse that caused Voldemort to cry in rage. "Damn you Dumbledore", he screamed, as his burnt blackened face looked up at the window. He spun, and was gone. Dumbledore sat down on the rug, holding baby Peter, and cried, clutching him close, "Don't worry", he said, "I'll take care of you"
This time Snape expected it. He had two bottles of Butter beer waiting for them when they arrived. Peter sat there, gulping his down, staring into the pensieve. Snape asked gently, "Which memory was it?"
Peter took a deep breath before answering, "The one where "he" came to the house and…" his voice failed him and he looked away. "I don't think I've ever hated someone so much in my life", he confessed miserably, "If I ever see him again, I'd say I'd rip him limb from limb physically. He destroys so much, doesn't he?" Snape nodded sadly. Finally Peter gulped down his butter beer, and resigned himself, "Come on", he said, "This one can't be so depressing can it?"