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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 27- The morning after
December 18, 1994

Blaise woke sore…but his heart was partially contented.
He remembered yesterday…
It was partially horrible nightmare.
Draco…
Harry was alright for a lion as were Fred, George and even Neville.
The poor kid had been doing his best to search Harry when Draco attacked him. Blaise couldn’t blame him…
To think that his mate shared blood with Ronald Dumbledore did turn his stomach but he loved his dominant. He did…if he were a Kneazel kit he would purr.
Charlie owned him; the sexy dragon tamer dominant had taken his virginity. Charlie wanted him despite his embarrassingly enjoyment of wearing witch underclothes.
Blaise snuggled into his dominant, relishing the smell of him; his body ached from being claimed.
He just wished yesterday hadn’t been marred by Draco and Harry being near death. He had no notion whether they were still among the living or if he’d be forced to attend a memorial.
An unbidden tear slipped down his cheek.
Charlie woke at once.
“What? Where? Blaise? What’s wrong?”
Blaise felt the crushing grip of his mate’s hands as his dominant searched him for injuries. He blinked away the tears, “Physically I’m alright. Never better, since I belong to you…I have someone who truly cares for me and wants to protect me. Remember what I said after my nightmare? It was what made me more keen to belong to you.”
Charlie frowned holding him tightly, “Tell me what happened again?"
“Your formerly believed brother but in truth cousin attacked Harry.” Blaise said in a quiet voice.“He apparently stunned Harry and dragged him to the Forbidden Forest. Dominant; he beat him to death and left him in winter at the mercy of the creatures there.”
Charlie growled, “Get dressed.”
“What?”
“We’re going to my fathers. Although Molly has been disowned with her two illegitimate children she still unfortunately bears Prewett blood.” Charlie snarled.
Blaise knew Chuvash well enough to know he ought to obey immediately. He summoned his elf Amry and ordered him to fetch him clothes along with those green and silver panties.
Charlie’s eyes darkened with lust, “As long as I am the only one to see you in those.”
Blaise pouted, “Why would I do that dominant? I’m yours. If anyone else had me I would never have children. I’m your mate, your submissive and the bearer of your future children.”
Charlie smirked, giving his arse a teasing slap, “Good.”
They stepped into an already running shower.
Blaise took great pleasure and care washing his dominant, exploring his muscles and his bits. He had a very strong and sexy mate.
Charlie growled, “Enough.”
Hands were soon spreading soap all over Blaise’s body. It felt so good…
Dried cum was washed away from his cock and stomach.
Then teasing fingers prodded his arse.
“Yes…please dominant. Take me.” Blaise groaned.
Two fingers fucked him for a short while and then three…
Finally Charlie thrust into him.
Blaise rocked back into his mate’s thrusts, his body aching more but he loved it. His mate was taking him again and making his claim all the stronger.
Charlie came with a roar, flooding Blaise’s arse.
Blaise had managed to hold himself back on sheer will along, “Please Dominant…”
“Come.” Charlie’s voice was deep and demanding in his ear.
Blaise came hard, “Dominant!”
Charlie cleaned them both up before turning the water off in the shower.
Waiting for them were heated towels.
Charlie dried Blaise off and Blaise returned the favour.
They both exited the en suite bath together.
Blaise dressed quickly, knowing his mate wanted to leave. He didn’t care about Hogwarts rules. With a Queen and King of Slytherin, it didn’t need him to keep it together.
Blaise’s place was at Charlie’s side and he would stay there.
They were both dressed quickly.
Charlie Apparated them from Ivy Hall with Blaise pulled tight to his strong chest.
They arrived at the edge of the Anti-Apparition wards and Charlie led Blaise inside.
Charlie made his way to his grandfather’s study, where predictably his bearer was.
“Charlie you didn’t come how last night…we were a bit worried.” Gideon frowned.
“I was staying with someone.” Charlie said stiffly.
“This is?” Charlie’s grandfather asked.
“Blaise Gabriel Zabini, ward of the Goyles. Mère was bonded to the younger brother of the current Lord Goyle. I’m a Chuvash.” Blaise said politely with a small bow.
“Same as Charlie, you are his mate?’ the Prewett lord asked.
Blaise nodded, smiling up at his mate, “Yes, he is my dominant...”
Charlie felt a smug sort of satisfaction, “Tell grandfather what you told me about Harry.”
Blaise proceeded to tell about Ron’s behaviour recently, Fred’s story about Ron casting the blasting curse all over the fourth years’ dormitory during a prank and his abandonment of Harry following the Gryffindor Seeker’s name coming out of the Goblet of Fire.
“I am glad he is no longer a member of my House. I received notice that Ronald and Ginevra are officially legitimised and are named heirs to Aberforth Dumbledore.” Gideon said tapping the desk with his forefinger thoughtfully.
“With the damage that family took following Percival’s arrest, the claims against Albus and now what Ron has done, I doubt the family will be able to recover from three generations of bad seed. Thank you Blaise for telling us this. It is best to learn this privately before the press learns of it. For Gideon’s sake I am glad he is no longer a Prewett.” Septimus mused.
“Considering what Arthur mentioned that Ginevra has not seen a Mind Healer despite being under the control of a Dark Artefact she may also be damaged mentally. I hope for Aberforth’s sake that a Mind Healer sees her.”
“I wonder what Ron’s excuse for doing something so horrid to a former friend would be?” Charlie frowned.
“Dumbledore’s always been more interested in Harry Potter’s status rather than himself. Draco was once like that too but Harry didn’t want to be friends with someone like that. It took them years to be able to talk without hexing one another. Draco’s helped Harry recover from the pain of being abandoned by his friends. I only hope that they recover from this. I don’t even know if they lived. I’d already sent a message to Charlie…after they were taken away I went home. Then Charlie came and I forgot all about this until now.” Blaise admitted shyly.
“He seems to be rather young Charlie.” Gideon frowned.
Charlie winced, “Perhaps, but he is exactly the sort of person I always wanted. We’ll take the time to get to know one another better.”
“You will come with me to the ball right?” Blaise gave his dominant a wistful, begging look.
Charlie chuckled, “I will. You already picked out that set of Dress robes. It would be a shame not to wear them.”
Blaise kissed him, “Thank you….”
“Well have you eaten yet?” Septimus coughed to get them to separate.
Charlie shook his head.
“Well then be a good boy Charlie and escort your mate to the dining room. I am sure that your dad and your grandmother would enjoy meeting such a lovely boy. But do refrain from informing them of his age. I doubt they will take it well.” Septimus chuckled.
Charlie led his mate away.
XoooooX
Aberforth was not pleased to be woken early.
It wasn’t even an owl but some arrogant swan.
He opened the missive.
            Dear Aberforth Dumbledore,
            This is your notice of the arrest of your son Ronald Braden Dumbledore. He is being held at our Queen’s castle awaiting judgement for the assault and attempted murder of the mate of a Veela. Said Veela shall determine his sentence if the Veela survives. In the case of the death of the Veela, the sentence shall be determined by either the mate should he live or the sire of said Veela. This notice and the arrest are in accordance with the Veela Accords and are considered legal and binding in the jurisdiction of the Ministry in which you reside.

            Sincerely,
                        Creon Papadakis
            Warden of Queen Ruxandra’s prison.
Aberforth stared at the letter and blinked.
His son attacked a Veela’s mate? The Veela was injured somehow and both he and his mate may or may not survive? Shit!
Were all of his attempts to do some good for his children in vain?
He hadn’t even got to truly meet his son. He doubted very much that he would allowed to meet Ron given the circumstances.
Aberforth dressed at once and headed to Hogwarts.
If he couldn’t meet his son, he ought to check on his daughter and see if she was well. How would she take such news?
Aberforth hoped she did not resemble Ariana…
He couldn’t take that.
He would rather be a normal father to her….
For all his faults, he never touched Ariana though he wanted too.
He really wasn’t a bad guy; he bullied Albus because he was jealous of him. Albus had all the looks and the brains; his older brother had been fawned over once he proved he wasn’t like their father. Albus even had someone he loved….
If they had lasted…
He hadn’t meant for Gellert to leave exactly, he’d been jealous that Albus found love. He only told the former Durmstrang student because he felt the bloke deserved to know and Albus would never tell him…
Albus as far as he knew was never in love again.
The relationship with Doge was one-sided…
He actually pitied Doge…
If Gellert had accepted Albus flaws and all, perhaps, Aberforth wouldn’t feel so guilty.
It had been Albus’ idea to glamour girls to look like Ariana…
Aberforth hated that he’d tarnished his beloved sister’s memory like that, even if it had given him children…
Was it his fault Albus became this sort of a person? If he had left things alone would Albus had found happiness? How would Gellert have felt learning that Albus never really was pregnant despite his desire to be because he couldn’t have kids.
Albus might have been arrogant, shy and bookish but he’d come alive with Gellert Grindelwald.
Aberforth had mistakes he wished he could take back…
Did Albus ever think that way?
Who knew, if the rumours were anything to go by Albus had managed to be one sneaky Dark Lord. Perhaps, Gellert would be proud of him…
Aberforth groaned.
He did not want to think about that…
Aberforth entered the castle it was about breakfast time by the time he reached it. He made his way to the Great Hall, his brother had been tossed out of Hogwarts and good on them for it. He approached the Head Table, "Who is the new Head of Hogwarts?"
A tiny wizard stood on his chair, "I am. Headmaster Filius Flitwick. You are?"
Aberforth sighed, "Aberforth Dumbledore."
"Oh." the headmaster frowned, "What is you want?"
"I was informed this morning about Ronald's arrest. I wanted to see how my daughter was. It has come to my attention that she is sorely in need of seeing a Mind Healer. Her mother neglected her care and I wish to help her if I can. I don't wish for her to suffer. If I had known of her existence sooner I would have done something for her before." Aberforth said quietly.
Filius nodded, "Come with me. We will take Ginerva to my office and you may speak with her."
"Thank you Headmaster."
"Filius please. Surely we are near enough in age that such distance isn't needed. I am glad she has a parent who has her best interests at heart." the man said as he scrambled to the floor.
Aberforth gave him a weary smile and followed him to Gryffindor's table.

Filius approached the shy young lioness that still had few if any friends, “Miss Dumbledore?”
Ginny shivered and turned to face him, “Yes professor?”
“I would like for you to join me in my office.” Filius said gently.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked with a shaky voice.
Filius shook his head, “I have not heard of you doing anything that would warrant being in trouble. We’ll try to make it so you won’t be late to classes.”
Ginny left the table her head still down and her face empty of anything but worry and sadness.
Filius led them up to the Headmaster’s Tower, giving his password as one of his favourite spells.
He had changed the seating to be more comfortable and less garish once he’d taken possession of it.
“Come on sit down. Would you like a nice cup of chocolate?” Filius asked gently.
Ginny nodded.
Filius turned to Aberforth, “If you have no objections of course.”
Aberforth shook his head, “I could use a cup of coffee myself.”
Filius snapped his fingers and ordered them refreshments. “I’ll sit over there with a book if you need me. I’ll give you two some space.”
Aberforth sat on the far end of the settee opposite his daughter, “I don’t know how to begin Ginevra. I’ve never thought I’d have kids. It was a shook. I am sorry for it, if I’d known I would have been a part of your life sooner. My name is Aberforth Dumbledore and I have the misfortune of being Albus’ brother.”
Ginny swallowed, “You’re my real dad?”
Aberforth nodded, “You don’t have to call me dad if you don’t want to. I’d enjoy it if you did but I won’t force you to call me it. I am sorry that you were cut off so callously by the Weasleys even if I sort of mentally understand it. I ought to have been here sooner but I was trying to get custody. I didn’t want you to end up in an orphanage or something. With your mother in such trouble it might have happened. No one understands why I’d want you but you are my daughter even if I’m old enough to be your great grandfather. I can’t offer much seeing as how I just own a pub but I’ve got some money saved up maybe we can find a nice house. I hoped you’d want to spend Solstice with me. We can pick out a house, a tree and you can decorate your own room. I can ask the Weasleys if I can have what’s in your room at your old house if you like or you can start fresh.”
“I don’t really have much. My clothes are all used and I’ve never had anything new.” Ginny whispered.
“I don’t make a lot but I can make sure you’re comfortable. We can pick out Weird Sisters’ posters and I can see about tickets to a weekend match or two to see the Harpies. The Dumbledores have been Caerphilly Catapults fans for generations but the Harpies are a solid Welsh team that I don’t mind supporting.” Aberforth said gruffly.
“You’ll let me have Weird Sisters’ posters? You’ll even take me to Harpies games? The only Quidditch Match I really saw away from Hogwarts was the World Cup.” Ginny whispered in awe.
“I wish I could have afforded to go see that. You’ll have to tell me about it. I’ll put aside money for the British Cup finals so we can see that match. Do you have a familiar?” Aberforth asked.
Ginny shook her head, “Percy had his owl Hermes and Ron has his owl Pig. Pig was a replacement for his rat Scabbers that ran away.”
“What would you like then?”
“Me?” Ginny asked in a shy voice.
“You wouldn’t want to be the only one without a familiar. You’re not a first year so you aren’t limited to an owl, cat or toad. Toads are annoying, I’ve got a cat at the pub and owls are messy but you can anything you want. If I can afford it that is…” Aberforth frowned.
Ginny swallowed, “Well, I’d really like a crup…”
“A crup? I think I can afford that, a puppy?”
Ginny nodded.
“Girl or boy?”
“I’d like a girl puppy, boys are more messy.”
“Well we’ll go shopping for one after we find a house. There maybe a few for sale in Hogsmeade. With the Pub, I’d rather not be to far from it but I don’t like the idea of us living above the pub. It’s too loud at night and you wouldn’t have a decent nights sleep. I’m sure the neighbours would complain if I had a child living there anyway. We’ll procure a house elf to keep the house in order. When you’re out of school I’ll keep the pub closed to about five so we can spend a few hours together. It’s no Three Broomsticks, so there are quite a few unsavoury characters around most nights. I’d rather not have you there because of it. Maybe I can sell out and find a better way to make money. I never had to be responsible for anyone but myself really.”
Thankfully with her red hair and blue eyes, Ginevra looked look like Molly then Ariana. For which Aberforth was most grateful…
“What about my clothes?”
“I can’t afford to take you to Celestine’s and I won’t make you have used clothing. We’ll have to settle for something more middle-class. Perhaps, Madam Malkin can recommend a decent place.” Aberforth shrugged.
“Don’t the Dumbledores have something?” Filius asked.
“Unfortunately, as a second son much of my inheritance was sunk into Hogshead. Since my brother is incapable of fathering children, his heir is his godson Albin who shares no blood with us. When I heard I had a son, my plan was before he got himself into trouble with the Veela was to raise him as our family’s heir. If Albus died before me, which he probably will because he’s older, I was going to challenge his will based on Ron being his nephew. Despite Albus being the elder son, I was raised as the heir because the line would have to continue through me. If Ginevra made a respectable marriage and bore a son she could inherit through her son leaving Albus’ godson with no real claim. Blood trumps all so they say.” Aberforth smirked.
Ginny swallowed, “Marry?”
Aberforth waved his hand dismissively, “You’re only thirteen, that won’t happen for a while. I would prefer that you married to someone who could care for you rather then someone who might want to succeed Albus. I’ll accept anyone boy or girl if they make you happy. Now I heard a bit about your disastrous first year.”
Ginny turned white and shook. “I’m sorry…”
Aberforth shook his head, “I don’t entirely blame you for it. I think you were punished enough for it with detentions and all. However we’ll see about getting you so help handling it. You aren’t crazy, I don’t believe that. My sister had a harrowing attack that upset her and instead of getting her help to deal with it, my mother hid her away like she was ashamed of her. That tore our family apart. I want better for you; I need to learn how to be a good father so I might need a few sessions myself. It’s nothing to be ashamed off, we’ll go together. We’ll find someone reliable who can help you; hopefully you can gain some confidence.”
“After what Ron did, Harry will never look at me kindly.” Ginny said twisting her skirt in her hands.
“Miss Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy is his mate and nearly sacrificed his own life to save Harry. They are destined by fate, I am sorry to say that you would never have had a chance at his heart. Even if he hadn’t been helped by the Malfoys because of the tournament, Draco’s Veela would have chosen Harry eventually more likely when they were older.” Filius chided.
Ginny sighed, “But I love him.”
Aberforth gently took one of her hands in his larger one, “I understand what it is to love someone you can never have. If I had sought help to put it behind me perhaps I might have found a better person to love. I have never met Harry Potter but I can only hope that he is a fine young man. I don’t wish to cause him anymore trouble then Ronald already has. We’ll become a family Ginevra, the two of us. I wanted it to be the three of use but given what Ronald has done and the vindictiveness of Veelas I doubt he has long to live. Will you spend Solstice with me and help me find a nice comfortable house of us?”
Ginny swallowed, “You really want me?”
“I’m a lonely barkeep who runs the least respectable pub in Hogsmeade, I can’t offer much but what I have I will share. No more second hand for my daughter, it won’t always be the best but it will always be new.”
Ginny gave him a weak smile, “I’ll have my own room, Weird Sisters’ posters, new clothes, Harpies tickets and a crup puppy. Can I have a new wand and my own broom?”
Aberforth frowned, “Didn’t you get a real wand when you turned eleven?”
Ginny shook her head, “Mum didn’t take me to Kindle’s or to Ollivanders. I was paired by a second-hand wand shop.”
Filius interrupted, “Remus is a wandlore expert who is entering the field of wandmaking under Louis Ollivander’s apprenticeship. Perhaps, he or Louis could see about a wand. While Ginny is Ronald’s sister I don’t see why Remus should hold her at fault for it.”
Aberforth nodded, “I’ll speak to Remus if he’ll see me about a wand for Ginny. If not I’ll take her to this Louis over holidays. I can’t afford a Nimbus 2001 or a Firebolt mind but I can buy a new Comet or Cleansweep.”
Ginny hugged him, “I’ve always wanted a broom of my own. The boys all had used brooms and I learned by sneaking their brooms and flying them all behind Mum’s back. She didn’t think girls ought to fly despite the Harpies…”
“I’m not very good at flying myself but if you want a broom I’ll get one. I can’t remember a Dumbledore that flew. You might get that from the Prewetts even if they don’t choose to claim you.”
Ginny winced.
“There now, you don’t have to worry about that lot. Your mother was up to some nasty tricks, I understand cutting her off but they didn’t need to throw you away. At least they saw fit to tell me about you. I am sorry that I took so long to get her but we’ll try our level best to be family. I’m an old man with old-fashion ideas that will need to be tossed out most likely. You’re born to a much younger generation so we’ll have to make allowances for one another. Speaking of allowances; if you keep your marks up, stay out of trouble when at school and you keep your room tidy at home as well as looking after your crup we’ll arrange an allowance. You’re a third year with Hogsmeade privileges so you’ll be wanted a bit of spending money. I think two galleons a month ought to do you just fine.”
Ginny mouthed the amount, “You mean it?”
“If your marks fall I’ll take it back or if any of what I said isn’t done. Your mum was a prefect I believe and your aunt Ariana was smart as a whip. I’d like to see you succeed, good marks are important if you want a good job. If you have good marks, I’ll support any career you want as long as it’s seemly.”
“Seemingly?” Ginny frowned.
“Nothing disreputable you know, my pub isn’t very seemly but that’s because I cared more for the colour of their month then their honour.”
Ginny nodded, “So a Quidditch reporter or flying for the Harpies would be alright?”
“If ya get hired by a paper or signed by the Harpies I’ll support you. Just work hard, that’s the answer, hard work. Eventually, you find someone who likes ya, maybe not here at Hogwarts but someday. When you do you bring them home, no need to be ashamed of them. I might not think their good enough at first but I’ll come around if they make you happy.” Aberforth warned.
“Thanks…Dad.”
The old barkeep grinned, “You’re welcome daughter. You run along and get ready for class. I wouldn’t want to make you late. I’ll look into crup puppies and houses; I’ll pick you up the last day of classes so we can get things situated. Hogwarts can apply to Gringotts for payment for her schooling, I’ll be sure to have the money there.”
Filius nodded, “I’ll be sure to let Lucinda know to apply her expenses for the next term to your vault at Gringotts. She was already informed that the Weasleys would no longer be paying for her and Ronald’s education. We will suspend his education here until his sentence before the Veela Court is decided. Until that time you will not be charged with his schooling expenses, given the natural protectiveness of Veela I do worry for his life.”
Ginny shivered as she scurried off.
“She is a rather frightened thing. Is she bullied in her House?” Aberforth frowned.
Filius shook his head, “Not to my knowledge and it wouldn’t be tolerated if she were. However, we are in the midst of a prank war. She might be subjected to more then her far share of pranking. I am unsure if she was included in the alarm clock prank but I am sure she was by the firework one.”
“A firework prank?” Aberforth snapped.
“It was merely a night time disturbance. No one and no property was injured, that is against the rules as I understand them. They were merely loud and woke them. As for the hair prank I know she was involved in that.”
“Hair prank?”
Filius chuckled, “A Slytherin decided to slip into the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls’ dorms no doubt using Polyjuice. She added colour to their hair that made it orange, green, pink and blue I believe. Miss Dumbledore’s was green I believe but not a flattering shade. I believe that this Slytherin didn’t like her above much and chose the least flattering colour she had at her disposal. Since she wasn’t singled out and it is part of the game I didn’t see the need for punishment. Only Miss Lovegood had a flattering colour, hers was peacock blue and looked stunning with her colouring. I believe it is due her friendship with the prankster.”
“Pranking? Perhaps, I can come up with a few to help Ginevra. If she had a few decent pranks perhaps she might be left alone or if we’re lucky begrudgingly respected. Has she no friends?”
“I think not, I know that her yearmate Colin Creevey is close to Finnegan who is one of Killian O’Shanesey’s grandsons. I believe that the other four in each dorm have paired up in friendship. Currently, Miss Granger is friendless but she seems to keep an eye of sorts on Miss Dumbledore. Miss Granger insists on believing despite evidence to the contrary that Mr. Potter cheated to get into the Tournament. She also refuses to accept Mr. Potter’s relationship with his Veela. She is blinded by hatred or at least House Rivalry. Both being loners I almost wish they would be friends.”
“What is Miss Granger’s bloodstatus?” Aberforth frowned.
“She has the misfortune of being Muggleborn. However, she is kind to your daughter and has the highest marks in her year. I think with the right support and guidance she could go far if she would get off her Free the Elves soapbox.” Filius shook his head, “I don’t understand her. You would think that Muggleborns would want to understand our culture rather then forcibly change it. They can’t really expect our world to be exactly like the Muggle world.”
“I have nothing but contempt for Muggles.” Aberforth snapped. “I would prefer that this Granger kept her poisonous opinions away from my daughter.”
“You can’t just all Muggles by the doings of a few. Can we all be judged by your brother?” Filius chided.
Aberforth scowled, “Fine but she better drop this free the elves thing. I need an elf to keep house if Ginny and I have a home together. I can’t house keep and run a pup. At Ginny’s age she should be having fun and not playing housekeeper.”
“I think you’ll be a good father after a while. You have a good start. You should look into houses. I believe that Minerva’s hasn’t yet sold despite being on the market since she and Alastor divorced. Given the expenses of his care I think she’d be glad to be rid of it.” Filius offered.
“I’ll look into it. I would like a four bedroom; one for each of us, plus one for a friend and if possible one for Ronald as well thought I doubt it.” Aberforth mused as he left.

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