Isaac's Fanfic (completed)

For The Greater Good


Gellert came bursting through the door of his Godricks Hollow address. Breathless, he leaned against the wall for just a moment; then quickly, in a panicked state, sprinted up the staircase. Entering his bedroom Gellert looked 'round as if hoping to find the answers, a solution, amongst his scattered possessions. The events that just passed were still fresh in his mind. “What have I done?!” he shouted out, questioning the darkness.

What should he do now? Gellert questioned himself over and over. He was in shock, complete disbelief at what had just unfolded. Scattering parchment across the floor, Gellert cleared his bed. Sitting down he placed his gaunt face between his palms, running his fingers through his thin stringy hair now streaked with blood. How could Albus betray him like this? After the countless hours they spent together planning their new world order, and then he turns his back on it all for his brother?! That stupid boy! Why couldn't he have just stepped aside? Couldn't Aberforth see they would have made things better? With the magical word in charge, Ariana would no longer have to be hidden away in shame. Why couldn't Aberforth have seen the brilliance of Albus' and his plan? Then none of this would have happened.

Gellert's eyes were transfixed on the wall. That poor girl, he thought. She didn't deserve any of this. She didn't deserve to be hidden away in disgrace. She needn't have died. His mind in turmoil, Gellert couldn't help but replay the events of the evening.

“You can't expect to drag Ariana around with you!” Aberforth barked at Albus, “Who will care for her when you're too busy conquering the world?! Huh?! What happens when she becomes enraged in a fit?!”

“I shall take the best of care of Ariana, she will be no worse off than she is staying here. I would never place my own ambition before Ariana. Surely you would know that?” Albus answered sternly.

“You can't promise that Albus! You have no idea where your campaign will take you. Sure, you'll take care of her for a month or two. But as soon as you start receiving the praise you so desperately desire, she'll be put aside and forgotten. All you and him,” Aberforth glanced towards Gellert, “care about is your own glory! Or ‘the Greater Good’ as you call it.” Aberforth finished in a mocking tone.

This was the edge of the knife for Gellert, “Don't you dare scoff at us! You have no idea of the accomplishments we will achieve, boy! We'll put wizards are in charge, and when they are, no longer will your sister have to be tucked away in shame. Muggles will fear us, not the other way around! You stand in our way because you are jealous, jealous that you will never be a great wizard like Albus or I!”

“Gellert!” Albus warned.

“You're a pathetic excuse for a wizard!” Gellert finished, his eyes now flaring with rage. Who does Aberforth think he is? Gellert slid his hand inside his robes, grasping for his wand.

“You fool!” Aberforth stood his ground, “You are completely blinded by your own arrogance! I will not allow you to take Ariana on your twisted muggle-murdering campaign!”

Gellert smirked, “You think your word matters? You think your little speech will stop us?”

Aberforth growled with rage. Revealing his wand, he made his stance clear.

“Fool”, Gellert curled the word of his tongue.

Without faltering, Gellert screeched out the Cruciatus curse and watched with glee as Aberforth collapsed to the floor, screaming in agony.

“Gellert, NO!” Albus cried

Gellert screeched with laughter, ignoring all pleas from Albus. His laughter was choked when he was blasted across the room. Confused, Gellert scrambled up, smearing his bloodied nose across his sleeve. Albus, wand raised, stood guard over his whimpering brother. Enraged by this sudden betrayal, Gellert spat out an array of curses in Albus' direction.

The battle that transpired was nothing but a confused, blood soaked memory now. He still wasn't sure how it happened.

Amongst the exploding glass and barrage of spells flying in all directions, nothing else could be heard. He didn't hear her frightened screams from the basement bellow. He didn't hear her rushing up the stairs in panic. Gellert only just glimpsed Ariana's tear ridden face as she burst through the basement door. Then she was dead, struck by one of the countless curses sent thrashing round the room. Gellert could still see Ariana, eyes open, laying snow white upon the floor. It was then that he ran.

Swallowing the lump growing in his throat, Gellert raised himself up from the bed. Walking across the room, he picked up a leather rucksack and began packing. Rummaging through draws, pulling parchment off the walls, he slowly gathered the few possessions he would need for the journey ahead. Gellert knew Albus would never forgive him, not after…His thoughts trailed off. Glancing at a picture of Albus and himself laughing across a family lunch, Gellert tied the bounds of his pack. There was nothing left for him here now.