For some time, the memories that Dumbledore had given them were forgotten. First they kept talking about what had happened last night and then they all slept heavily. Then when they were awake, the first thing they did was to takeout the pensive and see the memories of Dumbledore. They first took out the bottle number one, and emptied it into the pensive. They all went inside the pensive. They had entered the memory of the young Dumbledore. He was tall, handsome and thin, with the same bright blue eyes. He was sitting with another man, young and handsome. Hermione screamed, ‘Oh Harry! It’s Grindelwald’
Harry could not believe this. What was the connection between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. They were looking very happy, immersed in conversation. And then everything faded.
They entered a new scene. There was Dumbledore again. This time with a woman.
‘But mother,’ Dumbledore said, ‘we are friends. If there is one person here who understood me, it’s Gellert. And I don’t know why you think I should be away from him.’
‘I know everything. Everything. You-you are, in love with that man. Yes I know. You think we don’t know. Why do you think your father went to Azkaban? Those muggle boys – they were gay. He knew they were trying to influence you. And when he tried to stop them, they abused him. And he jinxed them.’
‘But they were not trying to influence me. You can’t make someone walk the other side of hedge. And yes I love Gellert. But it’s not my fault if I am like this.’
‘I am telling you that boy is no good. He is a lunatic. And you are not gay. I am sure you aren’t’
‘Mother, I love him’
His mother, Kenedra knew she had lost. She left the room crying.
The room faded. They entered a new place. It was garden. Dumbledore was walking in the garden when found a body lying. ‘Ariana,’ he screamed. He went close to her. She was dead. She was a small and young girl. Her body was bleeding. Harry saw dumbledore’s mother and brother aberforth coming. Aberforth was shouting, ‘He did it, he did it, Gellert did it. He was practising a curse when it hit her. I saw it.’
The view faded. They were now in Dumbledore’s house. A heated argument was going on.
‘I told you, he was no good. That’s why he ran away. Practicing the killing curse.’ Said Kenedra.
‘It’s because of you she died. I’m not going to leave you.’ said Aberforth.
And he hit him. He had hit Dumbledore with hard on his nose. Dumbledore started bleeding. Behind them Kenedra was shouting, trying to stop Aberforth.
The room faded again. Another scene began. It was a funeral. But not Ariana’s, it was Kenedra’s funeral. She had died. The room faded and Harry Ron and Hermione came back to the present.
Harry did not know what to say. He never thought Dumbledore’s own life was so sad and lonely. Ron looked sad too. But it was Hermione who was sobbing uncontrollably. ‘Oh! It’s all so sad. I never thought he was so lonely. So much in love, so much betrayed.’
‘He was – was gay,’ said Ron.
‘So what, that doesn’t makes him a lesser human being. Or a lesser wizard.’ said Harry.
‘yeah.’ Said Ron.
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