(Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sits in his study, staring at the moving portrait of his beloved, long-deceased sister, Arianna. The memory of her death was still
fresh in his mind. The flashing lights, the yelling, the banging, and the sight of her small, frail body falling to the floor. But it was an accident, of course. If he had seen her
coming, he would have done all in his power to prevent it from happening. And yet, he can't help but wonder sometimes...)
"Was it truly an accident? Did I do everything in my power to prevent it from happening? My magic, even at the time, was in great control. I can't help but to wonder what
would have happened if I had tried just a little harder? Would I have been able to save her? Alas, but that isn't what is troubling me. What is truly on my mind is, is that what
I wanted? After all, without her, I was free. I could set off to be what I always wanted to be, to do what I always wanted to do. To become the greatest wizard the world has
ever seen. Could it be possible I may have just... let this one go? I would like to convince myself not. To take a life is a monstrous thing, especially if the life in question is
your own blood relative. I would like to convince myself that I tried, to the best of my ability, to prevent her tragic death. But if convincing myself these things was that
simple, then it wouldn't continue to trouble me. I do not think I am, for lack of better term, 'bad'. But evil is a powerful thing. It can fill you with darkness, impair you with
selfishness, until you cannot see clearly any longer. It can seize you, control you, blind you from goodness. That it was it is best at, and that is was it was placed on this earth
for. Could I have fallen victim to its power? I realize that I didn't directly kill her, but doing nothing to prevent her death is equally bad, if not worse. I just cannot bring myself
to believe that I would commit such an act of evil. I loved her, after all. I would never let her die like that. But that is just me fooling myself. I was selfish. I had the potential
to have all I wanted just outside of my outstretched fingers. The only thing holding me back was her. I knew, the dark and evil-enveloped part of my mind, that she had to go.
And lo and behold, the opportunity presented itself. All I had to do was sit back and let nature take its course. But I could've stopped it. I let that darkness in my mind seize
control, and my own sister died for my weakness. Or that is how I feel, anyway. And these thoughts will always haunt me, always torment me, always conflict in my mind: Did
I truly try to stop it? Did the evil take control of me? Was it truly an accident?"