"No! No, let me go! I have to do it! After all the bastard's done to me, he deserves to die!" I sob as I struggle against the unknown person, not at all concerned with who the foe is, but rather what they are preventing me from doing

"Shh," the other person said in his deep, soothing voice. "It's going to be alright, Adara."

I instinctively stiffen and halt my movements as I recognize the voice. I should have known that he'd be here. I shake my head, shoving the thoughts to the back of my mind as I focus on the real reason I came to this bastard's resting place. "No, Kingsley, you don't understand! I have to kill him! He has to pay for what he's done!!"

"Adara, he's already dead." Kingsley begins to rub my back soothingly. I sigh a tone of anguish and defeat as I give up and allow him to comfort me.

"It's not fair. After all the hell I went through, I should have been the one to kill him." I whisper to Kingsley as he brushes the hair away from my eyes.

"No, you wouldn't have killed him." Kingsley replies in his normal soothing tone he often used to lull me to sleep when we were together.

I pull away harshly and glare at Kingsley. "How the hell would you know?"

"Because I know you, Adara. You could never kill another human being, no matter what they've done. And even though you'll never admit it, deep down inside, you loved your father, just as much as you love your mother." He says calmly, not at all concerned by the slight shaking of the ground beneath us due to my lack of control over my magic as of this moment of emotional frenzy.

I sigh in exasperation and take several breaths to calm myself and halt the shaking. "Why are you here, Kingsley?" I ask, genuinely curious. We had gone our separate ways five years ago and every workplace encounter since then had been as brief and professional as possible.

Kingsley waits a moment before answering. "Do you remember when I asked you to marry me?"

I slowly nod, trying to keep my expression neutral. It's bad enough he's had to witness me in such emotional and vulnerable states.

"I told you that I would go to hell and back again just to see you smile. I daresay that reuniting the Dumbledore family with that fiery temper and stubborn genes is in the same rank."

I can't help but give a small smile at his sad attempt at a joke. No matter how hard this man tries, he can't be funny, although every now and then he makes his sorry attempts at humor.

Kingsley returns her smile, much more widely, with love and adoration evident in his eyes. "That's not quite the smile I'm looking for, but it's a start."

My face becomes serious again. "Seriously Kingsley. Why are you here?"

Kingsley carefully reaches for my hand. I fight my first instinct to pull away and flee and allow him to continue his loving gesture. When he sees that I didn't immediately pull away, he covers my hand with both of his hands, holding it securely and looks into my eyes. "When I first laid eyes on you, you took my breath away and as well as my heart. To my amazement, you returned my affection and gave me your heart in return. When you broke off our engagement, you took your heart back. But you still kept mine, just as you always will. All I want is for you to be happy. For you to have the greatest joy possible in your life, even if I'm not apart of it."

I stare into his deep brown eyes, searching for truth and honesty. It was unnecessary since Kingsley's love for me was evident in every little thing he did. I want to let him into my walls so badly and tell him that he's kept my heart just as long as I've held his, but I can't. At least not now. The timing isn't right.

I release my hand from him and rub at my temple in an effort to halt the throbbing pain, noticing how his face bears a crushed, rejected expression, for he assumes that I honestly no longer care for him. This is not the case at all so I squeeze his hand gently, delighting in the smile I receive.

"Kingsley it's been too long. What the hell do I say to her?"

"Anything. Everything. Tell her all the things you told your father. But…. perhaps in a calmer manner."

I give him a small smile. A genuine one.

"I can't promise you that the outcome of a confrontation will be a happy one. For all I know it could make things worse. But whatever the outcome, you'll regret not talking to your mother even more."

I remain silent, Lost in her thoughts.

Kingsley places his hand under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "It's your decision, love. And I will stand by you no matter what you decide." My heart melts at his declaration but I resist the urge to run into his arms. Instead I focus my attention at the matter at hand.

"I want to go home." I answer a few moments later, noticing how Kingsley's face falls for he assumes I've given up.

"Alright darling. Here, I've got a port key. We'll be able to get to your flat from her without any problems-"

"No," I shake my head interrupting him "Not my flat. Home. As in, Dumbledore Manor."