"Am I really a Squib?" Ariana asked me softly one afternoon. Before I could answer, Aberforth interrupted me.
"We don't know that as yet, Ari," he told. "And Squibs aren't bad. just misunderstood."
I kept my trap shut. Now wasn't the best time to tell my siblings that I had witnessed little bursts of magic originating from Ariana a few days back when Mother was yelling at her again. It wasn't much. Just that the spoon in Ariana's porridge bowl rattled a bit. But, it was magic, nonetheless. Which clearly meant that my sister wasn't a Squib.
"I don't think you are a Squib," I announced, unable to hold it any longer. "You do have some magic in you. Albeit uncontrolled."
"Oh, so the great Albus has spoken!," I did not miss the sarcasm in my brother's voice.
I didn't care as I continued with my reasoning. "Squibs are born, Aberforth," I explained, slightly exasperated at his lack of simple magical knowledge. "Witches and wizards just don't turn into Squibs overnight. It takes time to detect one though."
Thankfully, Aberforth didn't argue. He just put his arms around Ariana and tried to comfort her.
"You heard what Albus said," he told her, much to my amazement. Aberforth actually agreed with me! Now this was surprising.
"I think Albus is right, Ari," he told her, softly. "He knows more about this world than us."
I was poleaxed. Not knowing how to react to this sudden truce, I sat down on a chair and enveloped my two siblings in a bear hug. Thankfully and much to my surprise, neither of them pushed me away.
"We'll find a solution to this, Ariana," I promised fervently. "We will."
We hugged even more tightly and my mind went all those years back to that grisly incident which landed my father in Azkaban and left my sister in this state.
"We don't know that as yet, Ari," he told. "And Squibs aren't bad. just misunderstood."
I kept my trap shut. Now wasn't the best time to tell my siblings that I had witnessed little bursts of magic originating from Ariana a few days back when Mother was yelling at her again. It wasn't much. Just that the spoon in Ariana's porridge bowl rattled a bit. But, it was magic, nonetheless. Which clearly meant that my sister wasn't a Squib.
"I don't think you are a Squib," I announced, unable to hold it any longer. "You do have some magic in you. Albeit uncontrolled."
"Oh, so the great Albus has spoken!," I did not miss the sarcasm in my brother's voice.
I didn't care as I continued with my reasoning. "Squibs are born, Aberforth," I explained, slightly exasperated at his lack of simple magical knowledge. "Witches and wizards just don't turn into Squibs overnight. It takes time to detect one though."
Thankfully, Aberforth didn't argue. He just put his arms around Ariana and tried to comfort her.
"You heard what Albus said," he told her, much to my amazement. Aberforth actually agreed with me! Now this was surprising.
"I think Albus is right, Ari," he told her, softly. "He knows more about this world than us."
I was poleaxed. Not knowing how to react to this sudden truce, I sat down on a chair and enveloped my two siblings in a bear hug. Thankfully and much to my surprise, neither of them pushed me away.
"We'll find a solution to this, Ariana," I promised fervently. "We will."
We hugged even more tightly and my mind went all those years back to that grisly incident which landed my father in Azkaban and left my sister in this state.
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