Sunlight shone over the peaceful, tranquil village.
The freckled little girl's face had originally been filled with a happy smile.
However.
"Albus!"
She held up a dandelion covered in dirt and walked toward the young Dumbledore.
"Look what I found!"
She clearly wanted to share her joy with the young Dumbledore, but he simply knocked the dandelion from Ariana's hand.
"Stop bothering me."
He even raised his wand in threat.
The young Dumbledore wore a gloomy expression, his lips pressed tightly together. Standing opposite him was his sister—Ariana, a girl unable to control her magic because of childhood trauma.
She trembled, her eyes full of fear and terror, as though her brother's attitude had become unfamiliar to her. At the sight of this, elderly Dumbledore's heart clenched.
"No, that wasn't me."
Elderly Dumbledore muttered to himself.
At the same time.
Black magical energy curled around the shivering little girl, Ariana.
As though it could erupt at any moment.
Elderly Dumbledore's heartbeat quickened. He tried to raise the Elder Wand in his hand, but his magic could not reach that distant memory. He could only watch helplessly as the scene he had already foreseen unfolded.
"You've lost control again!" young Dumbledore roared. "Do you know this will destroy us? You monster!"
"I... I didn't mean to..." Ariana sobbed softly. The magical energy around her began to stir restlessly, and the erosion of the Obscurus left her in terrible pain.
However.
Young Dumbledore showed no mercy.
"Shut up!" Young Dumbledore raised his wand, anger and haze burning in his eyes. Ariana's small hand clutched tightly at the hem of Dumbledore's robe, her knuckles white and her eyes brimming with tears. "Albus, don't do this." Her voice was barely a whisper, yet it was like a blunt knife.
Slowly cutting apart elderly Dumbledore's