There's a deadly Snake downstairs! (rewrite)

Musings of an Old Man

High up in a tower, stood an old man. He stood by the window staring out over the Highlands. There were many issues with the current events.

The opening of the Chamber of Secrets had been unforseen. Unforseen, but not entirely unwelcome. It kept everyone distracted.

Unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore was stuck in a position where even the greatest distraction wouldn't help him. If ever an opportunity to sieze the hallows presented itself, it was this one. Anyone would wonder what was stopping him.

The truth was that he didn't know where they were. He had the elder wand. Where were the others?

He had sacrificed so much for this. He just needed the stone and the cloak.

It was a quiet day at the beach.

"Albus!" Ariana cried, leaping from rock to rock. "Look!"

"You shouldn't do that!" Gellert chuckled at her antics. "You could fall."

"I flew yesterday! Why would I fall if I can fly?" The girl laughed brightly. "Albus! Tell him he's being stupid!"

Albus wasn't bothering to pay attention to her. He was too busy watching the way the sunlight made Gellert's hair apear like gold. The light imitated a halo, crowning his angel.

Of course, everything had gone wrong after that.

Her laughter carried as she rose into the air.

"Look!" She called, again. Like they hadn't heard her the first time.

She spun around the air like a ballerina.

"Very pretty!" Gellert laughed with her, his accent sounding on the 'r' sounds of the words. He got up, sand falling off of his clothes and began to walk along the beach. "Very pretty, right Albus?"

"Yes," he agreed, without looking at her.

A strong gust of wind swept across the sand. Ariana let out a cry before steadying herself in the air again.

"I really think you should come back to the ground again." Gellert called to her, concerned.

That day had been a tragedy. Ariana had fallen from the sky and of course Gellert had to try and catch the stupid girl hitting his head on a rock when her weight brought him down.

"Bring him back!" he screamed.

"I can't," she sobbed, "I can't! Albus, I'm so sorry!"

"Bring him back, please!"

"I can't!"

"You're the most powerful of us! Help him!"

"I'm no master of death, Albus. I can't do it!"

Albus Dumbledore gripped the wand in his hand tighter. Ariana had been right. She was no master of death. She was too meek-mannered and scared to even try.

She had sworn never to use magic again after the first attempt and had paid the price. Her power turned on her warping her mind and eventually becoming too much madness for her too handle. His dear sister had died soon after Gellert Grindewald.

Not long after Aberforth, his younger brother had left him also. Voluntarily.
He had given up claiming Albus to be mad. Mad beyond compare.

Had he not seen that he had been trying to bring their family back? Their mother and sister? Even Gellert?

It didn't matter. One day he would see.

He just needed a few pieces of the puzzle to fall into place.

Tom Riddle had the resurrection stone. He had to die. Anyone working with him had to die first, to avoid it escaping his grasp again.

What happened at the Potters was unfortunate, but necessary. They had hidden the cloak. Even after he had asked them for help, explaining the situation.

Them being caught in the crossfire had been a result of them trusting Tom Riddle. It was hardly his fault that they had been stupid enough to do so.
James and lilly hadn't actually needed to die.

He had needed one of them alive at least. Just not the infant.

The infant that was now old enough to be causing trouble for his plans.

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