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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

Chapter 13- Dora visits the Hogshead and talks to Aberforth

November 25, 1994

Dora Apparated into Hogsmeade, wearing the appearance of Ashley Davidson, the plain features of a young woman of indeterminable age with reddish hair and pale brown eyes. She made her way to the Hogshead. It was just gone ten in the morning, not too early she was sure. After all, though the Hogshead never was open for breakfast it was for lunch an surely Aberforth would have to be up around this time to get ready for customers even if they were reputed to be the sort that you wouldn’t dare bring home to mum as some of the Aurors put it mildly.

She reached the door to the pub and peered into the dirty window beside it, she could see the dim figure of a person inside. Dora rapped on the door and waited.

No response.

Dora knocked again more loudly.

“Hold yer Abraxans. Idiots.” Came loud muttering, “We’re closed.” An old man with white hair who vaguely resembled Dumbledore said ungraciously when he finally answered the door and threw it open, “Can’t ya read? Opens at 11. It’s ten. .I’ve got things to do.” He went to close the door.

Dora held it open, “I need to talk to you Mr. Dumble,”

The man looked livid, “Don’t call me that. I’ve got a name.”

“My apologies. I need to speak to you to clarify some things. My boss is hiring me to do research and make preliminary interviews.”

Aberforth stared at her, “Questions? Research? Interviews? What do ya want? What do ya need from an old bartender like me?”

“You own this place and according to my research, you were born to Kendra and Percival, a second son.”

“Second born, second best. Albus was the apple of their eye. He taught himself to speak languages, dozens of them. He read clear through father’s library by the time he was nine. He couldn’t stand me, thought I was dull and completely unintelligent. He thought playing with goats was for a lesser intelligent being like non-pureblood witches and wizards or Muggles. Albus may pretend to like ‘em, but he detests Muggles, if there were none mother wouldn’t have died so young, leaving him responsible for a mad thirteen year old sister and a dull, academic failure of a fifteen year old brother.”

The ferocity of Aberforth’s attack on his brother shocked her despite her previous acquaintance with the nature of their relationship through their aunt Cynthia Macmillan “Can you tell me what life was like after your father was arrested?”

Aberforth glared at her as he turned to polish glasses, “What do you think it was like? The magical community treated us like pariahs and the Muggles didn’t like us much either. Those nasty children would have killed Ariana if father hadn’t stumbled upon them. I should have kept her with me. Ariana loved the goats, she enjoyed feeding and playing with them. If I hadn’t assumed she was napping it wouldn’t have happened. Albus has always been arrogant; he had this aura that loudly proclaimed he was better then everyone. Mother would lament that I was an idiot, that if I were anymore pathetic I would be a Squib. Ariana was quick as a whip but so sweet.”

Dora saw the lost but sort of lovesick look and felt a bit ill. “Were you against the move from Mould on the would to Godric’s Hollow?”

Aberforth snorted, “Would you be? Even though it was in the Daily Prophet most people didn’t know. I don’t see what father did that was so wrong. He merely forced the boys who attacked Ariana to suffer the same as she did. It only went to prove that Muggles are weaker. What made Ariana unstable and ill killed them. The Death Eaters had it right Muggles are little higher then animals.”

“Tell me about life in Godric’s Hollow after your mother died.”

Aberforth slammed a glass down so hard it shattered; “Elphias had invited Albus on a tour of the continent. It was popular for those young men of excellent breeding to spend a few months to a year abroad. They were at a fine hotel in Cornwall, scheduled to take a morning portkey to France. I was out at the green grocer’s when it happened. I came home to find mother on the floor and Ariana in one of her moods.”

“You mean she was out of control.” Dora said sharply, slipping into her true role as an Auror.

Aberforth glared at her, “she had been tortured because she was a witch! She contained her magic too much that every once it a while she boiled over like a covered cauldron of soup. So don’t be daft and imply she was mad. She wasn’t. it was just an uncontrollable burst of magic.”

Dora shrugged, “If you say so.”

“I know so.” Aberforth said in a pompous way that reminded her of his brother.

“What happened after you found your mother.”

Aberforth busied himself checking on his shelves of liquor, “I calmed Ariana down and sent an owl to Albus. I didn’t expect him to return home. I would have had everything under control but he Apparated back leaving his boyfriend Elphias alone. That idiot boy had managed to recover from dragon pox in time to attend his first year on time and of course no one would have anything to do with either of them. So they latched on to one another. Elphias Doge followed Albus around like a puppy, he probably offered his arse up on a silver platter. Elphias Doge believed the sun rose and set on Albus. A week after he abandoned Elphias there was the Golden God himself presented on our doorstep by Old Madam Bagshot herself. She thought being both brilliant that Albus and her rotten nephew would be fast friends.”

“So you didn’t like Gellert.” Dora said though she knew the answer.

Aberforth snorted, “Like him? I hated him? At least he kept Albus distracted. Albus believed he was a genius at any branch of magic and was always trying to experiment on Ariana. I tried to keep her as far away from Albus as possible. Albus followed Gellert Grindelwald like a lovesick puppy. I’m not sure if that pampered little princling actually liked him of Albus was a convenient piece of arse. If they were trying to magically ‘fix’ Ariana they were going at it like animals. Albus is a screamer and a misogynist, Ariana would ask me why Albus liked being beaten up by Gellert. Gellert was a cold fish to me but he could lay the charm on so thick…”.

“What happened the day Ariana died?”

Aberforth stared at her, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Aberforth slammed his fist down on the old bar, “I said I don’t know. It’s all Albus’ fault. That idiot had the audacity to try to trap Gellert into a Bonding with the oldest trick in the book. He caught Gellert hook line and sinker; no Grindelwald would be born a bastard. Gellert was going to propose properly and stopped me on my way to the goat shed to brag about it. I laughed at him to his face, Albus pregnant? Perish the thought. Albus couldn’t get anyone pregnant! That poor bastard was born infertile. If he didn’t believe me I told him to make Albus take off his glamour.” Aberforth crowed, “Albus Dumbledore couldn’t bear or sire a child. Gellert would have struck me but he saw Albus, who was running around like a little housewife, cleaning and all sorts of nonsense. Gellert was furious, who wouldn’t be at being tricked? Albus went for me; Gellert wanted Albus and just wanted Gellert to leave and Albus to go off anywhere he wanted. Spells were flying and when the dust figuratively settled or well we were too exhausted from shouting spells we found her. Gellert just ran. Albus ran after him. Sometimes I think my genius brother actually believed he was pregnant. Must have too because he spent the entire time afterwards in a sort of fugue state. He had every symptom of pregnancy even went through a sort of labor. Or so he claimed. He wrote me the baby was born dead; I’ll swear it, that there was so baby. He took me to school and dumped me at the platform only to return to the house that saw our mother and Ariana die.”

“Why did you hit him?”

Aberforth blinked, “Where did you hear that?”

“Your cousin Cynthia.”

“Oh her. I forgot she was at the funeral. She had once been Ariana’s best friend, after Ariana was attacked mother wouldn’t let Cynthia anywhere near her. She wanted a break from the past. If she could have changed our names she would have.”

Dora was surprised at how forth coming he seemed, “Is if possible that a curse that was aimed at Albus reflected due to the firstborn protection?”

Aberforth shrugged, “Who knows. All I know if that Ariana was dead and if Albus hadn’t believed he was pregnant or pretended he was, whichever was the truth I don’t know or care, Ariana would still be alive.”

“What illegal charms were you using on your goats?”

Aberforth turned livid, “OUT! Get out of my bar and don’t come back! You here me? Get out!”

Dora shrugged, “Alright, I think your brother is crazy. The things we’ve turned up in our investigation.” A thought struck her, “did you hate Albus because he was bent, brilliant or firstborn?”

“I hated him because everything was so easy for him, he had the world as his oyster and I had nothing. I would inherit everything anyway; he couldn’t bear or sire a child so in time everything would be mine. I didn’t have to hurry him along. Now I’ve got to work and I told you to get out.” Aberforth waved a hand and the door opened with a clatter, “Don’t let the wards hit you on the way out.”

A very disagreeable man, Dora thought as she left. He clearly worshipped Ariana and believed that her attack was his fault. The guilt he must carry looked heavy indeed, who killed Ariana? Albus? Aberforth? Grindelwald? Yet he hated Albus, was jealous of him as well as blaming him for their sister’s death. Why was Aberforth so convinced that Albus’ pregnancy was a farce? How did he know Albus was born infertile? How was one infertile since birth anyway? Something to ask mother about…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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