Alright, alright, I get it. You're getting sick of these guys, aren't you? See, now you're nodding. Sure, sure, diss Percival and his awesomeness, but you know what? I don't care! I'm the author, what I say goes, and if you don't like it, LEAVE! There's the door! –Points to door- Go now! –Watches you walk away- No! I didn't mean it! I swear! Please don't go! –Clings to your leg- Don't leave me! I don't want to alone and review-less!

Disclaimer: Guys, I apologize, but can't get the rights, I'm really sorry, I want Dumbledore to be alive as much as you guys do (but in here, he will live forever! –Evil laughter-).

Please continue to read, I swear it'll pick up soon.

And now, on with the story…

Over the next few days, the family grew tense and began going at each other's throats. Everywhere young Albus turned, there always seemed to be fighting. Brian and Percival got into a shouting match whenever Brain went to give his brother food. Karin and Wulfric were at each other like a cat and dog. Aberforth had become irritable and couldn't seem to take all the fighting in stride like his younger brother could.

Yet, Albus was not taking it in stride. He felt as though he had caused all the fighting and yelling by liking Percival. He hadn't meant to cause anything. He only wanted a father figure, someone to guide him. Percival seemed to fit this need with his cocky attitude and his ability to understand. But now it seemed that Percival was unable to understand anything. Or maybe Brian just couldn't understand him? Whatever the reason, it made Albus restless and uneasy whenever he heard their voices drifting through the floor.

Of course Albus shouldn't have blamed himself, it wasn't his fault, nothing that happened over the next few days was he fault, and it never would be. Yet, in his mind and despite all his brother and Karin told him, he still felt the guilt plaguing his mind. He didn't come out of his room often, fearing he'd walk in on another fight. Aberforth was pounding on the door again, trying to get him to open it, to talk to them. Albus didn't care, he wouldn't for a while.

It was dusk, almost dark a few days later. Brian had left for work and the Ministry, leaving Karin and Wulfric in charge of the two brothers and Percival. After Brian had exited the house Karin wasted no time in unlocking the door to Percival's room. The redhead had turned and smiled at her, a book in his hand, the straight jacket his brother had forced upon him laying across the room in shreds. Karin had laughed and helped him to his feet.

"Hey Alby." Percival greeted Albus, who had slipped down the stairs just as Percival and Karin had walked out of the basement. Albus smiled at him, overjoyed that his uncle was back amongst them. "Karin, the kid been out of the house sense he's been here?" Percival asked, turning to look at Karin. Karin shook her head. Percival turned to Albus, who looked up at him with his shinning eyes. "Can I take him for a walk?" Percival asked Karin without turning to look at her. The blonde smiled broadly.

"Of course." She responded happily. Percival turned to her with a broad smile across his face.

"Karin thanks!" He exclaimed as he rushed over and took Albus by the hand. Within minuets, the two were out the door and walking down the moonlit street.

The soft glow of the moon fell upon Percival's face as he brought Albus onto his shoulders, allowing the young boy to see how pale his uncle truly was. But Percival didn't care, or at least he didn't seem to. The two walked down the street, talking and laughing and just enjoying each other's company.

Meanwhile in Scotland, on a dark farm, several dark figures are crowed around a farm. The light of the moon hits the blade of a sword and allows the face to be seen. It is Grindelwald, followed by his followers. They're looking at something, a sheep. Grindelwald has been close to poking it with the sword for the past few minuets.

"Go on, milord." One of the men urges him, starring at the sheep. Grindelwald edged forward and pokes the sheep with the sword. It lets out a bleat and the Dark Wizard jumps away.

"It spoke!" he breaths, watching it closely. The entire group edges forward, their attention on the animal in front of them.

"Its eyes, sire, they're cold!" one breaths.

"Colder than yours my Lord!" another agrees.

"Shut up! They are not!" Grindelwald growls in response and stars the sheep down, making eye contact with it for several long moments. Finally he falls to his back, terror in his eyes. "How can something so fluffy be so evil?" he asks, the group looks taken aback and also makes eye contact with the sheep. They are soon cowering behind a fence post.

"Its eyes sire! It must be even colder than you!" The followers gasp at a single's remark.

The group, Grindelwald in the lead, soon make a break for it, running for this 'evil' creature. Grindelwald is out in front, having taken off running before the others. They retreat to the rest of the group in England.

Back with Percival and Albus, Albus has fallen asleep in his uncle's arms. He is gripping Percival's shirt tightly in his small hands. Percival smiles down at him as he makes his way back to the house, happy to have had this time with his nephew.

Alright, here's where the stuff starts to pick up. Oh, and please, don't blame me for the Grindelwald thing up there, I had coke and talked to my friend again. Hey man, have you ever seen sheep's eyes? There's a reason they're freaked, believe me! Just messing around, I felt the need for some random funny.
Anyway, keep reading, reviewing, whatever. I love feedback, I live for it! REVIEW NOW! Just playing. But really, please review? Thanks!

--Alexis--