Meeting Dumbledore

Mr. and Mrs. Dett sat huddled together on the living room sofa. Amelia held the photo album as the flecks of gold-like light falling over the three of them kept shifting, and a heartbreaking story continued to unfold.

Having once sworn never to mention any of it again, Mr. and Mrs. Dett once more dug those deeply buried memories from their wounded hearts. With indescribable feelings, Amelia listened to the story of a sister she had never met, yet who, in a sense, felt so incredibly familiar.

She listened as her father spoke of Bellina's rebellious youth. How she had gradually strayed from the proper path in life and headed toward self-destruction, even becoming vile as she ruined both her own life and the lives of others step by step.

As she listened, a strange feeling arose within her. It was as though she were her sister, experiencing a life that might just as easily have happened to her.

In the end, the conflict between the two sides could not be reconciled. Neither was willing to understand the other or give the other another chance. Their family bond was completely torn apart.

Bellina Dett's story ultimately ended on that freezing, utterly warmthless snowy day. Amelia jolted awake in horror. She wanted to reproach her parents for turning away her sister, who had just given birth, but when she saw the two elderly people curled up painfully on the sofa, the words that had reached her lips were swallowed back down.

Rome wasn't built in a day. She had no way to condemn the parents they had been back then.

"Later, your mother and I made a decision. We decided to leave London and live in another city. We didn't want to concern ourselves with the things that caused us such