Post by QuillofMinerva on Dec 3, 2004 13:08:09 GMT -5
hope you enjoy ;D
Part One
One too Many!
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters do not belong to me, though I wish they did. The song belongs to Frankie Valli.
Summary: Aberforth and Albus have one too many firewhiskeys and end up back at Hogwarts where Albus decides to tell a certain Deputy Headmistress just what he feels for her.
A/N: Thank you to beta reader Ang. You are a star.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was making his way along the busy high street of Hogsmeade. It was one of his rare evenings off and he was going to see his brother, who he hadn’t had chance to catch up with for a long time. He turned swiftly and walked down the side street, being careful where he stepped.
He glanced up and read the pub sign that displayed the name, ‘The Hogs Head’, and wrinkled his nose up in disgust at the picture of the severed pigs head that gave the pub its name. He looked around to see if anyone else was in the alley and sighed with relief that there wasn’t. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his brother’s pub but it did attract a certain type of hooded clientele and it would not be good for him to be seen going in there. He quickly made himself invisible and slipped into the pub as the door was kicked open by some unsavory character.
Albus looked around the small shabby room. The strange scent of goats and other livestock hit him and made him feel quite nauseous. He had never liked the smell of wet goats but his brother couldn’t seem to get enough and had devoted his life to his goats and making them happy.
Albus moved to the stairwell and began to make his way up the stairs to the private rooms that Aberforth sometimes rented out for poker games. He knocked a grubby glass to the floor on purpose before continuing his journey up the stairs. This was his calling card and told Aberforth that he was visiting.
Albus became visible again and waited patiently in the room for several minutes before Aberforth burst in with a huge wide smile on his face.
“Brother!” greeted Aberforth slapping him on the back.
“Hello Abe!” replied Albus using the childhood nickname their mother had given his younger brother. “Good to see you again.”
“Aye and you too,” Aberforth said as he placed a bottle of firewhiskey down on the wobbly table and then reached for two tankards that hadn’t seen a cleaning charm for months. “Fancy some poison?”
“Just one then,” agreed Albus as he cast two cleaning charms on the tankards before Aberforth filled them up with his own home brewed firewhiskey. “How have you been?”
“Been coasting along just fine my old mucker,” replied Aberforth as he poured a generous amount of liquor into both tankards. “Got two more goats from a friend of a friends’ father last week. Lively things these ones.”
“Where are these two new additions staying?” Albus asked, though he probably had a faint idea.
“Your old bedroom!” announced Aberforth with a childish grin. “Well it’s not like you use it anymore now that Hogwarts is your home.”
“I may want it back when I’m old and grey,” Albus retorted as he picked up his tankard and took a swig. He shuddered as the warming liquid ran down his throat.
“I hate to be the one to tell you Alb but you are old and grey. Well, white but that’s the same thing nowadays,” Aberforth added with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling just like his older brothers’.
They both burst out into a comfortable laughter and clashed their tankards together before slipping into conversation about mutual friends and what else had been going on in their very different lives. If they hadn’t so obviously looked like brothers, you wouldn’t have even thought they knew each other but that is what they liked. So different and yet so close. They owled on a regular basis and would always be on hand if the other one needed assistance.
“So how is the Queen of Hogwarts?” asked Aberforth.
“I wish you wouldn’t call her that,” grumbled Albus. “She is fine as always and still untouchable.”
“How long has this been going on Alb?” questioned Aberforth as he refilled their now empty tankards.
“I do believe I have lost count.” Albus admitted.
“Too long,” pointed out Aberforth. “You should tell her!”
“I can’t!” mumbled Albus into his tankard. “She would hex me into the next millennium and never speak to me again.”
“Why are you so sure?” asked Aberforth.
“Because I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the finest school of magic” replied Albus importantly.
“Albus Dumbledore, scaredy cat more like it,” mumbled Aberforth under his breath.
“What did you just say?” Albus asked, straining his ears to hear.
“Albus, you are my brother and I love you but you are an idiot!”
to be continued.....
Part One
One too Many!
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters do not belong to me, though I wish they did. The song belongs to Frankie Valli.
Summary: Aberforth and Albus have one too many firewhiskeys and end up back at Hogwarts where Albus decides to tell a certain Deputy Headmistress just what he feels for her.
A/N: Thank you to beta reader Ang. You are a star.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was making his way along the busy high street of Hogsmeade. It was one of his rare evenings off and he was going to see his brother, who he hadn’t had chance to catch up with for a long time. He turned swiftly and walked down the side street, being careful where he stepped.
He glanced up and read the pub sign that displayed the name, ‘The Hogs Head’, and wrinkled his nose up in disgust at the picture of the severed pigs head that gave the pub its name. He looked around to see if anyone else was in the alley and sighed with relief that there wasn’t. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his brother’s pub but it did attract a certain type of hooded clientele and it would not be good for him to be seen going in there. He quickly made himself invisible and slipped into the pub as the door was kicked open by some unsavory character.
Albus looked around the small shabby room. The strange scent of goats and other livestock hit him and made him feel quite nauseous. He had never liked the smell of wet goats but his brother couldn’t seem to get enough and had devoted his life to his goats and making them happy.
Albus moved to the stairwell and began to make his way up the stairs to the private rooms that Aberforth sometimes rented out for poker games. He knocked a grubby glass to the floor on purpose before continuing his journey up the stairs. This was his calling card and told Aberforth that he was visiting.
Albus became visible again and waited patiently in the room for several minutes before Aberforth burst in with a huge wide smile on his face.
“Brother!” greeted Aberforth slapping him on the back.
“Hello Abe!” replied Albus using the childhood nickname their mother had given his younger brother. “Good to see you again.”
“Aye and you too,” Aberforth said as he placed a bottle of firewhiskey down on the wobbly table and then reached for two tankards that hadn’t seen a cleaning charm for months. “Fancy some poison?”
“Just one then,” agreed Albus as he cast two cleaning charms on the tankards before Aberforth filled them up with his own home brewed firewhiskey. “How have you been?”
“Been coasting along just fine my old mucker,” replied Aberforth as he poured a generous amount of liquor into both tankards. “Got two more goats from a friend of a friends’ father last week. Lively things these ones.”
“Where are these two new additions staying?” Albus asked, though he probably had a faint idea.
“Your old bedroom!” announced Aberforth with a childish grin. “Well it’s not like you use it anymore now that Hogwarts is your home.”
“I may want it back when I’m old and grey,” Albus retorted as he picked up his tankard and took a swig. He shuddered as the warming liquid ran down his throat.
“I hate to be the one to tell you Alb but you are old and grey. Well, white but that’s the same thing nowadays,” Aberforth added with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling just like his older brothers’.
They both burst out into a comfortable laughter and clashed their tankards together before slipping into conversation about mutual friends and what else had been going on in their very different lives. If they hadn’t so obviously looked like brothers, you wouldn’t have even thought they knew each other but that is what they liked. So different and yet so close. They owled on a regular basis and would always be on hand if the other one needed assistance.
“So how is the Queen of Hogwarts?” asked Aberforth.
“I wish you wouldn’t call her that,” grumbled Albus. “She is fine as always and still untouchable.”
“How long has this been going on Alb?” questioned Aberforth as he refilled their now empty tankards.
“I do believe I have lost count.” Albus admitted.
“Too long,” pointed out Aberforth. “You should tell her!”
“I can’t!” mumbled Albus into his tankard. “She would hex me into the next millennium and never speak to me again.”
“Why are you so sure?” asked Aberforth.
“Because I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the finest school of magic” replied Albus importantly.
“Albus Dumbledore, scaredy cat more like it,” mumbled Aberforth under his breath.
“What did you just say?” Albus asked, straining his ears to hear.
“Albus, you are my brother and I love you but you are an idiot!”
to be continued.....