Rewritten : Harry Potter : Book 1

Chapter 1 : Stone of Life

-11:00 P.M, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1996-
-Half-Blood Prince-

Dumbledore sighed. It was time. Time to find the next Horcrux, the ring Marvolo Gaunt had once owned years ago. Papers littered his desk, and his glasses were askew on his face. It had been delayed long enough. It was finally time.

He got up from his chair, his phoenix, Fawkes, giving him a screech as he approached the doorway. "Don't worry Fawkes." He smiled at the phoenix. "I'll be back soon, don't you worry!" He gave a hearty laugh as he began to walk the corridor.

It was late, and the rest of the staff was either asleep or not available. Time to set off. He picked up his wand and began to walk out of Hogwarts. He passed the Apothecary and Charms Classrooms, and the Transfiguration Classes on the way down the staircase. The stairs rearranged themselves every once and a while but he didn't mind.

As far as everyone in history knew since the year 1000 A.D. no one could apparate in or out of Hogwarts, so for now Albus would have to do it (As the young folk and Muggles say) "the old fashioned way." He walked out of the school calmly beginning looking around.

You never knew what might happen, and with The Dark Lord, Voldemort rising into power you never knew what to expect. After safely leaving the school grounds he finally got to the Black Lake surrounding the school.

Late at night the water looked like liquid darkness, the only lighting brig the stars reflected in its water. There was no immediate transportation to the other side, at least, if you were a muggle...

"Accio Rowboat.." Albus murmured silently, and a few minutes later a small boat sailed towards him, making small ripples in the water. The boat shuddered to a stop and he smiled.

Hopping in the boat, it began to sail to the other side of the lake, the place where first-years went to take their first look at the school. For Albus, it was where he would apparate to Little Hangleton, the village where Muggle Tom Riddle Sr. and Merope Gaunt had once lived.

The boat finally reached shore, the boat bumping into the edge of the land. Albus took out his wand closed his eyes. He thought of where Little Hangleton, the small village with the Riddle Manor on the hill...with the House of Gaunt, Marvolo and Morfin hexing Muggles who dared to pass the hovel... the apparition began.

He felt as if he was being shoved down a long tunnel, his eyes being forced into the back of his head, pressure pushing on him from all directions, his breathing was labored as it felt like iron cages were being pressed against his ribs, he stood there, bearing the pain once more, it was nothing to Albus. He had done it far too many times. The feeling stopped.

Albus opened his eyes to find himself in a small wooden hut. The house of Gaunt. The small dingy area was nothing to admire.

A few rusty iron pots hung over a stove which looked as if it hadn't been used in years, and in the center of the room was what looked to be a table that had a full inch of dust on top of it. Vines were starting to grow around the walls, and a small sapling appeared to be growing through the floor.

Dumbledore scanned the small hut, his eyes going through every single detail of the hovel. From the specks of dirt on the ground, to the old iron pots hung by the stove.

He let no detail go unnoticed, even scanning the vines for some hidden clue to where the object he desired was. Finally he saw it, a small stone in the corner. The thing he had been looking for. The ring of Marvolo Gaunt, passed down from generation to generation in the line of Cadmus Perverell.

The ring was small, and golden, and held a shiny black stone. The Stone of Resurrection. The second Hallow. A sudden aching began in his heart.

Loved ones came back from the dead if the user put the ring on, and he wanted desperately to see his parents and sister again. Just one last time...

Dumbledore gently slipped the ring onto his finger, holding his breath as he counted the seconds before his family was reunited with him.

He expected his mother, Kendra, the cheery woman that she had been, standing next to him, smiling at her eldest son.

He expected his father, Percival, the tall man who had once been there for his family at every moment, in the small hovel, laughing and finally living once more.

And he expected his sister, his dear sweet Ariana, coming back once more, her magic intact and her feelings once again stable...he waited. Nothing happened. A minute had passed. Nothing happened. Another minute. Nothing once more...

Tears gathered in his eyes as reality hit him. He was not worthy of the power of the stone. Just like the cloak only worked with Harry and not with him the stone was the same. Only a man who was true to himself could wield something like this, something of incredible power.

Dumbledore began to cry as he suddenly remembered what the ring really was.

It was a Horcrux, dark magic inflamed it! Just as he thought this an unbearable pain began in his stomach. He tried desperately to take the blasted thing off his hand as the dark magic began to corrupt his soul and body.

Just he was starting to see spots in front of his eyes he heard a familiar voice speak from his left. "Excuse me sir, who are you?"

Dumbledore turned to find a 14-year old silvery identical copy of his sister, Ariana, standing right next him. Tears gathered in his eyes as the world began to fade.

He had finally been reunited with his beloved sister in his final moments, it would be fitting that he would see his family just as he was about to join them.

Albus let out a cry of pain and despair as the room began to spin, making him grab the edge of the table for support. "Sir are you alright?!" His sister rushed over to him in a panicked frenzy.

"I'm fine Ariana..." Albus smiled at Ariana, who's face was growing white with shock. "I can finally be with you and mother and father once more.." He laughed and let go of the table, falling to the floor as another pain struck the side of his body, the world finally falling into darkness...

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(Asterisks stand for author's note)

So, sorry if this isn't very accurate. I haven't read Deathly Hallows in a few months and I'm checking it out again for the story, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll update randomly with the longest break between chapters being a week, Bye!