Obituary for old wisdom

So young in time, so old in experience,
Embittered by loss of family;
Left to care for his brother and sister
 whom he couldn't appreciate fully.
The trophies he had won lay gathering dust and scum
And his form which, with brilliancy had shined
Faded to a common hue
Yet, he never whined.
But in his heart he regretted
The loss of his parents and the responsibility he had been given.
He wanted to glow, he wanted fame.
But leave his siblings, no he wouldn't.
For he loved his sister with her moments of weird.
He loved his goat-charming brother, but the loss of his glory still seared.
Then came along he, with evil in his eye and a short springy beard.
The friendship was instantaneous.
Though in other circumstances, it might not have been.
Albus was alone,
And in grindelwald, he found company.
Turning a blind eye to the evil in his friend
Which he knew one day would break forth,
Into marvelous speculations his mind would fly,
Refusing to return to earth.
The deathly hallows were the duet's dream.
They discussed them with vigor and glee.
But in forgetting Aberforth and Ariana,
Albus forgot he wasn't free.
Then the day arrived, the day he had feared
Yet had refused to believe;
And his brilliant young friend had unleashed the darkness within him,
From which himself Albus had tried to deceive.
His sister lay still upon the floor,
Her gentle soul snuffed out,
For a moment the brothers were shocked,
Then the younger began to shout.
" it's all your fault that she is dead!" he said to Albus
"You and that friend of yours!"
Hearing these words and knowing them a true,
Albus was filled with grief and shock.
Years later , it still rang in his head,
This accusation of his brother's.
But he found solace in a boy with unruly, black hair
Who had eyes just like his mother's.