The Life of Ariana Dumbledore

The Life of Ariana Dumbledore

Hey guys this is a Harry Potter fan fiction about Albus Dumbledore's little sister Ariana.
Main characters name: Ariana Dumbledore
Nickname: Aria
Appearance: She's very weak looking with long dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She has a frail build.
Personality: Throughout this story Ariana faces many difficulties but mainly she is a very kind, sweet girl who never wants to cause any sort of trouble. She would give up her life to save others but she is very scared.
Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The begining of a rather interesting life story

I gazed around the room, peace, lovely peace. Everything shone brightly, I was happy. "Knock, knock, can I please come in Aria?" That was my older brother Aberforth, I loved him an awful lot.

Before I get on with the story, let me introduce myself. My name is Ariana Charlissa Dumbledore. Now you may be wondering just why my brother called me Aria, well that's because it's my nickname but only Aberforth ever called me that. I'm six years old, yeah some people think I sound older than my age. I'm a half blood Witch which I don't mind, my mother Kendra is a Muggle who had accepted the magical world but my father Percival is a full blooded Wizard. I have two brothers Albus and Aberforth (of course), I adore them to pieces and I look up to both of them for inspiration.

"Of course big bro!" I screamed out in delight, every part of me wanted to talk to him. Aberforth walked into me, a large grin on his face. His bright blue eyes (same as mine) sparkled and lit up when he saw me. He slowly walked over to the bed and sat down next to my feet. "Mum wants me to tell you that she needs to talk to you, I'm not sure what she wants though Aria," he sounded worried but I shrugged it off, it wouldn't be anything too serious. "Okay, I'll run down to her, see you later!"

It didn't take me long at all to get to the bright kitchen. When I got in there I saw my mother sitting down on an oak chair looking furious, I wondered what was wrong with her. She was a small, fragile woman with glistening green eyes and brown hair. I ached to know what had happened, I hated to see people upset or angry. "Mum? Mum? What's wrong?" I asked curiously. "I think that you are spending too much time in your bedroom, lying there day after day, I want you to get outside...Have a life... Darling, there is nothing wrong with me, go on outside now and don't be worrying!"

I waited for a minute, was she going to say any more? I knew that deep down something was bothering her but-but why wouldn't she tell me? I decided not to stress her, I would do what she wanted me to do and she was right, I hadn't been outside for ages. Why? Because I had no one to play with. Yeah, there was plenty of children who lived on my street but I was different from them, I could do things that they couldn't. I was never aloud to play with those kids anyway, father called them Muggles, non magical people.

"Okay mum, I'll go out to the back garden for a while, bye bye!" I screamed joyfully and ran out the glistening glass door, I never saw the distraught look on her face.

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