Authors note: Yaaaay, thank you for the reviews. I reeeeeeally appreciate them. Over the next couple chapters I wouldn't be surprised if I get some flames because people can't accept the fact that Dumbledore liked dudes(And not Minvera). So if you want to flame, go ahead, get it out or your system because alas, Dumbledore is more flaming then hell so sayeth the wonderful J.K. Rowling(Who of course owns Harry Potter and all characters n such because darn the luck, I don't)

Chapter 4: Arrival in Godric's Hallow

Albus pulled Aberforth to his feet and led him into the house. After settling Aberforth in his room Albus tried to get him to lay down.

"NO!" Aberforth yelled as loud as he could, pushing his brother away. "I need to be with Ariana, I have to be with her, to tell her." he gasped out, trying to throw off Albus. With all his strength, Albus pushed back, trying to keep Aberforth in his room. "Ab, you need to relax, I can tell Ariana." But Aberforth continued to push, tears rolling down his eyes as he did. Albus knew it was a losing battle. Aberforth would never rest until he was with Ariana. With the deepest sigh he ever let out of him, Albus steped back. Aberforth immediately left the room and Albus heard Ariana's door open and close.

Albus stood in Aberforth's room, thinking. He knew what this meant. Without even thinking it, he ended up in his room. Sitting at his desk, he cupped his face in his hands. Father was gone and now his mother. All his dreams about exploring the world were gone. He had no illusions, he couldn't leave his half-mad sister and uncouth brother alone. And even if he could, how would they afford for him to be off gallivanting around the world and have his brother and sister at home. Albus opened his fingers and looked at all his trophies and prizes. He let out a mirthless, bitter laugh. It was all for naught. He was wasted. His brilliant, unequaled mind, his extraordinary powers, all of it meant nothing.

He coolly remembered how all of his Professors had said he would be the next great wizard, a wizard to rival even Merlin. All of it was gone and he knew it. He felt ashamed with himself. His mother was dead and all he could think of was himself! All he could think about was what a waste he would become. He remembered, as though it was in a former life, that just two months ago Headmaster Fortescue told him he would become Minister of Magic in the next ten years?

Tears begin to pour down his eyes in earnest now. For himself, the waste of all his talent. For his brother and sister, now orphans, and for his mother. All the years she had invested to Ariana, all the precautions, the move from Mould on Wood to Godric's Hallow, father going to Azkaban so that Ariana could stay home and not be forcibly taken to St. Mungo's. Finally composing himself he set out about planning the funeral.

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After the funeral and reception, Albus brought Aberforth home. Aberforth and him and fought on if Ariana should go. Albus did not want to risk anything. He couldn't let Ariana be out. Least, another death occur.

Once Aberforth had climbed the stairs to Ariana's room and closed the door, Albus slumped into a chair. He had never felt so exhausted in his life. The funeral had been small. Only he, Aberforth, Elphias, Bathilda and a handful of others had been there. Right after it was over and Elphias had said some words of encouragement then immediately left to go back to the Leaky Cauldron to start his journey.

He let the pain and all his other feelings slip away from him. It was the only way he would stay sane. He sat their and thought of what all everyone had said to him. Everything had been a blur. He remembered vaugley saying that her nephew or grand nephew was coming over and that she would introduce them. Albus really didn't care to meet anyone new at the moment, but he hoped he was at least courteous to her.

The new few days slipped past Albus. He had been busy writing. He had been lucky enough to get a low level job with 'transfiguration today'. Aberforth and Ariana still continued to spend a majority of their time in the latter's room. Albus let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes. He got up from his desk and moved to go outside. It was a nice, warm sunny day. In the distance he heard some birds singing.

"Albus."

He turned around quickly. He had not seen Bathilda coming up the lawn. Behind her was a young man who looked a tad younger then he himself was. The boy had long, curly golden locks and beautiful eyes. He was wearing dark black robes which seemed to even, if possible, enhance his beauty more. Bathilda was smiling as she said,

"Albus, I would like you to meet my grand nephew, Gellert Grindelwald. Gellert, this is Albus Dumbledore."

the two boys looked at each other and grasped hands as Gellert said with a German like accent, "Good to meet you."