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Memory: A Father Lost

My eyes opened to the screams of my mother and the shouts of my father. I opened my eyes. It was just a dream, no...a nightmare. I took in my surroundings. I was in my bedroom at Hogwarts. I let out a small sigh as I put on my specs. I looked at myself in the mirror. How I have changed since that day! Of course, being over 115 years old, one does expect to change in appearances. I wondered, would my mother, father or Ariana even recognize me if they saw me? My auburn hair was now as white as snow. My wrinkled and lined face, where as when I last saw them I had smooth skin...or more importantly...would they forgive me...no, I cannot keep thinking about this. Not now anyway. Today I will be going out to the Gaunt shack. Would I find a horcrux? Or would it be just another dead end.

I had not slept as well as I had wished and yet I kept thinking about that day...my sister...what had those bullies did to her? I couldn't keep the memories from flooding back, it was pointless. As I sat back down in bed, removing my glasses and laying my white haired head in the soft pillow, I allowed myself to remember. It was almost like being in a pensive...

She was out in the garden and then...she screamed. I had been a 10 year old reading the tales of beetle the bard when I heard her heart piercing scream. I was the first one outside, my father right behind me. Ariana was on the ground...shaking and screaming. My dad looked up and saw three boys running as fast as they could. He let out a bellow of furry and before my mother could stop him, he tore off after them, his wand in his hand.

I was torn. There was nothing I could do but yell for my father. Alas, it was in vain. My mother had grabbed Ariana and was taking her inside. I made to follow when I saw Aberforth in the corner of my eye. He was kneeling down where Ariana had laid, tears had enveloped his eyes. I gently put my hand on his shoulder and tried to tell him to come inside. He didn't budge. I knew he wouldn't, not until mother made him. Hours seemed to fly by. Mother had gotten Ariana to mumble some words on what had happened. I looked down on her bruised and discolored body. Those muggles...no...those animals...how?

The front door burst open and my father come striding in. A look of cruel justice was on his face. I had never been so scared of him. His piercing blue eyes no longer held the kind twinkle but held fire.

Mother made Aberforth and I leave the room. I started to protest but my father gave me a look that I will never forget. I pulled Aberforth from the room and no sooner had I done it, my father began to shout. All I got was snippets of the conversation. "...they will never, every bother us again.", "I gave them exactly what they deserved..."

What did father mean? I remembered asking myself. Hadn't he always told us that no wizard is better then a muggle and no muggle was better then a wizard?

After what seemed like an eternity, thought now I am sure it was less then ten minutes, they came out of the kitchen. My father still bore the look of pain and justice in his face. My mothers eyes were red and tears still came down.

What happened next was more blurry in my memory. It not had not even been four hours since Ariana had been...

Sitting at my fathers chair while my mother attended to Ariana. Something was wrong with her. Mother had tried to give her some goats milk, but the drink she was holding and blown up in her hand, covering mother and the room in milk. Dad was sitting in his chair, looking into the depths of the fire in front of him. Without warning the front door was blasted off the hinges. Father drew out his wand so fast it was a blur. I felt myself being thrown against the opposite wall away from father, Aberforth next to me.

At least five ministry wizards in cloaks came in, wands drawn, pointing them at my father. Mother came running in and one of the wizards hit her with a stunning spell. I let out a scream of fright as they grabbed my father. One was saying, "Percival Merlin Aberforth Dumbledore, you are under arrest for the attack of three muggle boys in violation of the statue of secre...

I pulled myself from my thoughts. It had been the last time I ever saw my father. He died about six years after mother had. With a sigh and feeling every second of my age I turned in bed and begged for sleep to overcome me and at last, it did.