Welcome to my first official book series, Rewritten. In this ongoing Fanfiction series a single detail in a book is changed, causing a chain reaction of new events to take place. Credits to J.K Rowling for writing Harry Potter, and making these amazing characters and books, and here we go! "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..." (Continues in Chapter 1)