I'm starting a new FF about Albus Dumbledore. I've tried out something new for this fan-fic i.e. a first-person account. Plus this one's going to be a lil bit eclectic and different! So, I hope you all like it!
"Stop it! Stop it, Mother!" Aberforth yelled as he rushed forward to protect Ariana from Mother's merciless blows. I stood there, rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. I wanted to go and help my brother but...my legs didn't move.
"She's a Squib! A Squib! Can you believe it?" Mother yelled. Aberforth lunged forward and yanked Ariana away from Mother's deathly grasp and threw her to me. A weeping Ariana crashed into my arms.
I held her awkwardly, my mind still refusing to cooperate.
"Take her to our room, Albus!" he screamed, still trying to restrain Mother who was trying her level best to get to Ariana. I hurriedly took Ariana inside my room and consoled her the best I could. I don't know why but I'm not very good with emotional outbursts. And Mother and Ariana were prone to that pretty often. I wish I could get away from all of this soon. I wish that Gellert would come soon and take me away from all these.
I heard some loud, thumping sounds and rushed out to the hall to see Aberforth wrestling Mother away to her room. He pushed her in, roughly, and locked the door behind her and turned to face me.
"Where's Ariana, Albus?" he asked, looking around.
"In my room," I replied and we both went there to find that Ariana had finally stopped crying. I inwardly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Now now, little girl," I heard Aberforth consoling her. I went to my siblings and hugged them.
"Ariana, please stop crying," I told her gently. "We are always there to protect you."
Ariana sniffed while Aberforth looked at me condescendingly. I flinched at the sight of such unadulterated hatred in my own brother's eyes.
"You?" he sneered. "Will you always be there to help her? Protect her?"
"Of...of course," I stammered, suddenly scared. "I'm her oldest brother after all."
Aberforth laughed sarcastically. "Yeah right! A very good oldest brother!"
I said nothing.
"You just crave for power, Albus," Aberforth spat. "Your family does not matter to you. It never mattered.
I cannot deny that Aberforth's words shook me to the core. I do care for my family. I love them all, however they may be.
But, he was right as well. I did crave for power. Very much.