HP Drabble 2: Aberforth Was Waiting

Disclaimer: Me? Own Harry Potter? Hmmm... I don't think so... No, I don't.

Word Count: 301

Pairings: None

Genre: Angst, Tragedy.

Rating: K+ or T, if you're sensitive about death. If not, it's just PG.

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Aberforth was waiting.

Aberforth always kept one eye on his beloved brother Albus when Grindelwald was at their house.

He didn't like how they would shut themselves in Albus' room, or how they spoke of looking for powerful magical artifacts. Or how they spoke of making muggles subservient to wizards.

He didn't like their secrets.

He didn't like Albus.

He didn't like Grindelwald.

Aberforth was waiting. Waiting for the result of their friendship. The effect of said friendship on their torn family.

There was only so long he could wait.

So he confronted both of them on their plans. Neither took it well. Albus looked angry, but Grindelwald was utterly furious. Aberforth had not thought either dangerous... until Grindelwald whispered the word that changed all of them: "Crucio."

Albus yelled, and once he was yelling, so was Ariana. Aberforth knew he was screaming; the feeling was similar to fiery needles erupt from every pore and force their way back in again.

Albus hexed Grindelwald, who turned his attention against his friend. Aberforth grabbed his wand, and colors streamed through the house, deceptively lighting the room with bright colors and cheerful tones.

Thud.

The sound was quiet in the room of shouted spells, but Aberforth heard it, and turned to where his sister was sitting- had been sitting, as she was on the ground, still and pale, and unmistakably dead.

Aberforth did nothing but stare, even when he heard his brother yelling his and Ariana's name, while Grindelwald shouted another curse.

Aberforth felt an ant's size amount of gratitude before he slipped into unconsciousness; this way, he would not kill either of them for the death of Ariana.

And finally, he had nothing to wait for.

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