Aberforth Dumbledore

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No.1:

Explaining the Battle of Hogwarts

No.2

Mourning Dobby's death

No.3

However you wanna describe this lil memo...

No.4

Aberforth and Albus

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Yep that's it for now ig!

First half of book:

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003829962

Previous Chapters:

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003833123

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003838588

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003840013

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003841380

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003842029

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003842653

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003843726

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(Because they're both short and I already have them finished, I'm going to post both chapters 26 and 27 today. Enjoy.)

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Final Hiding Place

There was no means of steering; the dragon could not see where it was going, and Harry knew that if it turned sharply or rolled in midair they would find it impossible to cling onto its broad back. Nevertheless, as they climbed higher and higher, London unfurling below them like a gray-and-green map, Harry’s overwhelming feeling was of gratitude for an escape that had seemed impossible. Crouching low over the beast’s neck, he clung tight to the metallic scales, and the cool breeze both stung and soothed his burned and blistered skin, the dragon’s wings beating the air like the sails of a windmill. Behind him, whether from delight or fear he could not tell, Theodore kept swearing at the top of his voice, and Tracey seemed to be sobbing, Allison on the other hand was cheering from their impossible victory.

After five minutes or so, Harry lost some of his immediate dread that the dragon was going to throw them off, for it seemed intent on nothing but getting as far away from its underground prison as possible; but the question of how and when they were to dismount remained rather frightening. He had no idea how long dragons could fly without landing, nor how this particular dragon, which could barely see, would locate a good place to put down. He glanced around constantly, imagining that he could feel his seat prickling.

How long would it be before Voldemort knew that they had broken into the Lestranges’ vault? How soon would the goblins of Gringotts notify Bellatrix? How quickly would they realize what had been taken? And then, when they discovered that the golden cup was missing? Voldemort would know, at last, that they were hunting Horcruxes.

The dragon seemed to crave cooler and fresher air. It climbed steadily until they were flying through wisps of chilly cloud, and Harry could no longer make out the little coloured dots which were cars pouring in and out of the capital. On and on they flew, over countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscape like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

‘Where is he going?’ Allison yelled as they flew farther and farther north.

‘No idea,’ Harry bellow back. His hands were numb with cold but he did not date attempt to shift his grip. He had been wondering for some time what they would do if they saw the coast sail beneath them, if the dragon headed for open sea, he was probably just as cold and numb as they were, not to mention desperately hungry and thirsty. When, Harry wondered, had the beast itself last eaten? Surely it would need sustenance before long? And what if, at that point, it realized it had four highly edible humans sitting on its back?

The sun slipped lower in the sky, which was turning indigo; and still the dragon flew, cities and towns gliding out of sight beneath them, its enormous shadow sliding over the earth like a giant dark cloud. Every part of Harry ached with the effort of holding on to the dragon’s back.

‘I could be hallucinating,’ shouted Theodore from far behind Harry after a considerable stretch of silence, ‘but I think we’re losing altitude!’

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. The landscape seemed to grow larger and more detailed as he squinted over the side of the dragon, and he wondered whether it had divined the presence of fresh water by the flashes of reflected sunlight.

Lower and lower the dragon flew, in great spiraling circles, honing in, it seemed, upon one of the smaller lakes.

‘I say we jump when it gets low enough!’ Harry called back to the others. ‘Straight into the water before it realizes we’re here!’

They agreed, Tracey a little faintly, and now Harry could see the dragon’s wide yellow underbelly rippling in the surface of the water.

‘NOW!’

He slithered over the side of the dragon and plummeted feetfirst toward the surface of the lake; the drop was greater than he had estimated and he hit the water hard, plunging like a stone into a freezing, green, reed-filled world. He kicked toward the surface and emerged, panting, to see enormous ripples emanating in circles from the places where his friends had fallen. The dragon did not seem to have noticed anything; it was already fifty feet away, swooping low over the lake to scoop up water in its scarred snout. As Theodore, Allison, and Tracey emerged, spluttering and gasping, from the depths of the lake, the dragon flew on, its wings beating hard, and landed at last on a distant bank.

The gang struck out for the opposite shore. The lake did not seem to be deep. Soon it was more a question of fighting their way through reeds and mud than swimming, and at last they flopped, sodden, panting, and exhausted, onto slippery grass.

Tracey collapsed, coughing and shuddering. Though Harry could have happily lain down and slept, he staggered to his feet, drew out his wand, and started casting the usual protective spells around them.

When he had finished, he joined the others. It was the first time that he had seen them properly since escaping from the vault. All of them had angry red burns all over their faces and arms, and their clothing was singed away in places, Tracey and Allison were burned the worst as they had both been submerged in the cursed treasure.

After a few minutes of rest, while wincing, Tracey extracted three concoctions from her purse. The first one he recognized as Wound Cleaning Potion which he gladly accepted and applied then passed around, but the bottle of orange potion and jar containing an orange paste were unfamiliar.

‘Sorry, I’m all out of Essence of Dittany and Restorative Draught,’ said Tracey when she noticed his expression. ‘While it isn’t as good we’ll have to make do with Burn-Healing Paste and Invigoration Draught.’

They were wincing as they dabbed the slower healing paste onto their many injuries. once that more immediate problem was out of the way, Tracey pulled out four bottles of butterbeer as well a tin lunch box containing tuna sandwiches she had brought from Shell Cottage and clean, dry robes for all of them. They changes, ate, and then gulped down the juice.

‘Alright then, we accomplished one goal,’ said Theodore finally, who was sitting watching the burns on his hands heal, ‘we successfully stole the Horcrux. However—‘

‘—no we lost the fang,’ said Harry through gritted teeth. It was at that moment that Tracey burst into tears.

‘I am so unbelievably sorry for dropping it, this is all my fault! I tried desperately to get it back, but just as you told us we had to leave the heat must have been too much because I watched it burst apart just out of my reach and—!’

‘Tracey!’ said Harry sternly. ‘This isn’t your fault.’

‘Yeah, this is all Griphook’s doing,’ added Allison.

‘She’s right, and it’s for the best you didn’t reach it because if it had burst in your head you probably would have been infected with its venom and then you wouldn’t be here with us,’ said Theodore while trying to be supportive but coming off a little morbid.

‘What we’re trying to say is, Griphook betrayed us, he probably would have grabbed the Basilisk fang even if you hadn’t dropped it,’ concluded Harry. This managed to get Tracey to nod, and she began to calm down.

‘He betrayed us in more ways than one,’ said Allison suddenly, and the others turned to see her holding an empty tiara case. ‘He must have removed it from the case and kept it in his bag.’

Harry sighed.

‘I should have listened to Remus more carefully. He said goblins will only view goblin-made items as their own, he was never going to let us have the tiara back,’ explained Harry. ‘Oh well, that’s not that important right now I guess.’

Harry pulled the Horcrux from the pocket of the wet jacket he had just taken off and set it down on the grass in front of them. Glinting in the sun, it drew their eyes as they swigged their bottles of butterbeer.

‘Well, one blessing I guess is that we won’t be carrying this one around our necks,’ said Allison as she finished eating.

Tracey looked across the lake to the far bank where the dragon was still drinking.

‘He’s been in captivity probably for his entire life, do you think he’ll be ok on his own?’ she asked.

‘Tracey, this is probably the sickest and most malnourish dragon in the world and yet it still broke through several layers of solid rock and foundation then flew the length of the entire UK. It will be just fine,’ said Theodore. ‘We got other problems on our hands.’

‘And that is?’ asked Allison.

‘Well I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you all,’ began Theodore sarcastically, ‘but I think the entirety of the wizarding world now knows that Theodore, Allison, Tracey, and the famous Harry Potter just broke out of Gringotts on the back of a giant bloody dragon!’

All four of them started to laugh, and once started, it was difficult to stop. Harry’s ribs ached, and despite the sandwich he felt lightheaded with hunger, but he lay back on the grass beneath the reddening sky and laughed until his throat was raw.

‘What are we supposed to do from here, though?’ said Allison finally, hiccuping herself back to seriousness. ‘You-Know-Who knew what was in that vault, he has to know by now what we’ve been doing all this time. That we are hunting his Horcruxes!’

‘Perhaps the goblins will be too scared to tell anyone which vault was robbed?’ said Tracey in a false hope, ‘maybe they’ll cover the whole thing up—‘

The sky, the smell of the lake water, the sound of Tracey’s voice were extinguished. Pain cleaved Harry’s head like a sword stroke. He was standing in a dimly lit room, and a semicircle of wizards faced him, and on the floor at his feet knelt a small, quaking figure.

‘What did you say to me?’ His voice was high and cold, but fury and fear burned inside him. The one thing that he had dreaded—but it could not be true, he could not see how...The goblin was trembling, unable to meet the red eyes high above his.

‘Say it again!’ murmured Voldemort. ‘Say it again!’

‘M-my Lord,’ stammered the goblin, its black eyes wide with terror, ‘m-my Lord…we t–tried to st–stop them...Im–impostors, my Lord...broke—broke into the—into the Lestranges’ vault…’

‘Impostors? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had ways of revealing impostors? Who were they?’

‘It was...it was...the P–Potter b–boy and the th–three accomplices…’

‘And they took?’ he said, his voice rising, a terrible fear gripping him, ‘Tell me! What did they take?’

‘A…a helmet an–and a s–small golden c–cup m–my Lord...’

The scream of rage, of denial left him as if it were a stranger’s. He was crazed, frenzied, it could not be true, it was impossible, nobody had known. How was it possible that the boy could have discovered his secret?

The Elder Wand slashed through the air and green light erupted through the room; the kneeling goblin rolled over dead; the watching wizards scattered before him, terrified. Bellatrix and Lucius Malfoy threw others behind them in their race for the door, and again and again his wand fell, and those who were left were slain, all of them, for bringing him this news, for hearing about the golden cup—

Alone amongst the dead he stomped up and down, and they passed before him in vision: his treasures, his safeguards, his anchors to immortality—the diary was destroyed and the cup was stolen. What if, what if, the boy knew about the others? Could he know, had he already acted, had he traced more of them? Was Dumbledore at the root of this? Dumbledore, who had always suspected him; Dumbledore, dead on his orders; Dumbledore, whose wand was his now, yet who reached out from the ignominy of death through the boy, the boy—

But surely if the boy had destroyed any of his Horcruxes, he, Lord Voldemort, would have known, would have felt it? He, the greatest wizard of them all; he, the most powerful; he, the killer of Dumbledore and of how many other worthless, nameless men. How could Lord Voldemort not have known, if he, himself, most important and precious, had been attacked, mutilated?

True, he had not felt it when the diary had been destroyed, but he had thought that was because he had no body to feel with, being less than ghost…No, surely, the rest were safe…The other Horcruxes must be intact…

But he must know, he must be sure…He paced the room, kicking aside the goblin’s corpse as he passed, and the pictures blurred and burned in his boiling brain: the lake, the shack, and Hogwarts—

A modicum of calm cooled his rage now. How could the boy know that he had hidden the ring in the Gaunt shack? No one had ever known him to be related to the Gaunts, he had hidden the connection, the killings had never been traced to him. The ring, surely, was safe.

And how could the boy, or anybody else, know about the cave or penetrate its protection? The idea of the locket being stolen was absurd…

As for the school: He alone knew where in Hogwarts he had stowed the Horcrux, because he alone had plumed the deepest secrets of that place…

And there was still Nagini, who must remain close now, no longer sent to do his bidding, under his protection…

But to be sure, to be utterly sure, he must return to each of his hiding places, he must redouble protection around each of his Horcruxes...A job, like the quest for the Elder Wand, that he must undertake alone…

Which should he visit first, which was in most danger? An old unease flickered inside him. Dumbledore had known his middle name...Dumbledore might have made the connection with the Gaunts...Their abandoned home was, perhaps, the least secure of his hiding places, it was there that he would go first…

The lake, surely impossible…though was there a slight possibility that Dumbledore might have known some of his past misdeeds, through the orphanage.

And Hogwarts…but he knew the his Horcrux there was safe; it would be impossible for Potter to enter Hogsmeade without detection, let alone the school. Nevertheless, it would be prudent to alert Snape to the fact that the boy might try to reenter the castle…To tell Snape why the boy might return would be foolish, of course; it had been a grave mistake to trust Bellatrix and Malfoy. Didn’t their stupidity and carelessness prove how unwise it was ever to trust?

He would visit the Gaunt shack first, then, and take Nagini with him. He would not be parted from the snake anymore…and he strode from the room, through the hall, and out into the dark garden where the fountain played; he called the snake in Parseltongue and it slithered out to join him like a long shadow…

Harry’s eyes flew open as he wrenched himself back to the present. He was lying on the bank of the lake in the setting sun, and Theodore, Allison, and Tracey were looking down at him. Judging by their worried looks, and by the continued pounding of his scar, his sudden excursion into Voldemort’s mind had not passed unnoticed. He struggled up, shivering, vaguely surprised that he was still wet to his skin, and saw the cup lying innocently in the grass before him, and the lake, deep blue shot with gold in the falling sun.

‘He knows,’ his own voice sounded strange and low after Voldemort’s high screams. ‘He knows and he’s going to check where the others are, and the last one,’ he was already on his feet, ‘is at Hogwarts. I knew it. I knew it.’

‘What?’

Theodore was gaping at him; Tracey sat up, looking worried. ‘But how do you know? What exactly did you see?’

‘I saw him find out about the cup, I–I was in his head, he’s—‘ Harry remembered the killings— ‘he’s seriously angry, and scared too, he can’t understand how we knew, and now he’s going to check the others are safe, the ring first. He thinks the Hogwarts one is safest, because Snape’s there, because it’ll be so hard not to be seen getting in. I think he’ll check that one last, but he could still be there within hours—‘

‘And where in Hogwarts is the other Horcrux?’ asked Allison, now scrambling to her feet too.

‘I don’t know, he was concentrating on warning Snape, he didn’t think about exactly where it is—‘

‘Sorry, wait!’ cried Theodore as Allison and now Tracey joined Harry as he picked up the Horcrux and pulled out the Invisibility Cloak again. ‘Are you saying be go now? We’re injured, hungry, we’ve got no plan, and—‘

‘We need to get going,’ said Harry firmly. He had been hoping to sleep, looking forward to getting into the new tent, but that was impossible now, ‘Can you imagine what he’s going to do once he realizes the ring and the locket are gone? What if he moves the Hogwarts Horcrux, decides it isn’t safe enough? We’ll never find it after that!’

‘Answer me this then, how in blazes are we getting into Hogwarts?’ asked Theodore, finally standing up to join them.

‘We’ll go to Hogsmeade,’ said Harry, ‘we’ll break into Honeydukes and use their passageway. Everyone get under the Cloak, I want to stick together this time.’

‘Harry, half of our legs will show—‘ began Tracey.

‘It’ll be dark, no one’s going to notice.’

The flapping of enormous wings echoed across the black water. The dragon had drunk its fill and risen into the air. They paused in their preparations to watch it climb higher and higher, now black against the rapidly darkening sky, until it vanished over a nearby mountain. Then they all huddled as closely together as possible, Harry pulled the Cloak down as far as it would go, and together they turned on the spot into the crushing darkness.

It has recently come to light that Jim McManus, who portrayed Aberforth Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix has passed away aged 82/83. Rest in Peace.

These are some headcanons I have about Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, in no particular order:

• Mary Lou knew that Credence was magic, but only because she thought his mother was Irma Dugard - a half-elf, half-witch would certainly be "wicked" and "unnatural" in her book.

• Leta used to hold her breath under water for as long as she could.

• The only people Credence ever truly cared for were Modesty, Nagini, and Aberforth.

• In present-day, Credence isn't very well-known, because most people don't know that Credence Barebone and Aurelius Dumbledore are one and the same.

• Credence, due to being the one to most often care for Modesty, is surprisingly good with children.

• Credence's aunt on the ship who drowned trying to save Corvus was actually his mother; she only said she was his aunt because she wasn't about to announce that she was the unwed mother of the child she had with her.

• Chastity was a Squib whose magical parents abandoned her in a No-Maj orphanage after they realized she didn’t have magic, only for her to be adopted shortly afterwards by Mary Lou Barebone.

• Aberforth holds a grudge against Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and against the entire Magical Congress of the United States, because Ilvermorny never detected Credence, and because of how badly MACUSA handled Credence’s case, even in present-day, nearly a hundred years later.

• Leta's father purposely sent his son to Mary Lou, figuring that Yusuf Kama would never suspect that young Corvus was in the care of a magic-hater, and that he would come retrieve him once it was save. Only, when he came to get his son back, Credence was there instead.

In-universe, how is it that no one in the 1990s seems to know of Credence/Aurelius? Surely he would have come up at some point in Magical History? Obscurials are rare, yet alone one that survived to adulthood. The incident in New York alone should have put him in Wizarding history forever, let alone his role in the war with Grindelwald and the events of Bhutan. Not to mention he turns out to be Dumbledore’s nephew - Dumbledore becomes famous after defeating Grindelwald, Credence should have been mentioned at some point at least in passing.

Consider, though, that he is well-known, and people have heard of him.

Only they’ve only heard the name of Credence Barebone, and nobody’s heard of Aurelius Dumbledore.

Or vice versa - people have heard of Aurelius Dumbledore; his identity as Credence Barebone is unknown.

Or maybe people have heard of Aurelius Dumbledore (an illegitimate son of Aberforth Dumbledore who died young. Aberforth doesn’t like to talk about him. Aberforth doesn’t like to talk about most things, really.) and also Credence Barebone (the American Obscurial who joined Grindelwald but defected) but they haven’t connected the two. They don’t know that they’re one and the same.

Or maybe Credence did come up in Magical History but Binns’ class is mind-numbingly boring so nobody remembered him.

When writing her book The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore to present a skewed yet truthful history on Dumbledore's life, Rita spoke to people who had known Dumbledore when he was young. She tried to interview Elphias Doge, but was rebuffed. She spoke to Grindelwald's great-aunt, Bathilda Bagshot (using some highly questionable interviewing methods). She spoke to an old neighbor of the Dumbledores, Enid Smeek.

Yet she didn't speak to the one person who knew Dumbledore better than anyone, who knew the truth about Ariana, and Kendra, and Dumbledore's friendship with Grindelwald. She didn't speak to Aberforth. Given Aberforth's rift with Albus, the way their fight at the funeral was described, you'd think she'd have really wanted to interview him for her book. But she didn't. Why?

Maybe because Aberforth knew the actual truth, not rumors and speculation, and while it may not have put Albus in the best light, the actual truth was the last thing Rita was interested in.

Either that, or maybe Rita did find out who he was and track him down, only the moment she started asking questions about Ariana, Aberforth kicked her out.

There were only three times Aberforth Dumbledore ever saw his son smile.

The first time was when he was told that the young girl who had been adopted as his sister was alive and well, not dead by his Obscurus like his other sister and the woman Aberforth refused to call his mother. Tina, visiting and speaking to Credence, had mentioned Modesty's name in passing, and from his reaction of shock and disbelief and self-blame had realized that he did not know she was alive.

She had assured him that Modesty was perfectly all right, although Credence had hardly been able to bring himself to believe her. He had wept, and then he had laughed, a light of joy suffusing his eyes such as Aberforth had never seen. He had spent all that day and the next telling Aberforth all about her, the little girl whom he had protected, and who had tried to protect him, who was one of the only people he had ever truly cared for.

Modesty had not come to visit Credence, not even with the help of Tina or Newt. But she had written a letter to him. Credence had written back immediately. They began an epistolary relationship which lasted until Credence's death. Credence treasured each letter from Modesty, carefully storing them neatly in a drawer with his few personal possessions, taking them out to reread during his long sleepless nights. Aberforth had buried the letters with him; he knew if he did not, he would someday succumb to the urge to read them.

The second time was when Credence told Aberforth of the Maledictus he had befriended in the Circus Arcanus. They both felt that they belonged nowhere, and so they had been each other's first true friend, and had helped each other escape. She had helped him in his quest to try to discover his true mother, had defended him from Yusuf Kama, and had tried to prevent him from joining Grindelwald despite his burning need to know who he was.

He spoke of the kindness she had shown him, of wandering Paris with her and feeding the birds, of her willingness to risk her life on his behalf, of her determination and intelligence, a small, wistful smile lighting up his face.

The smile vanished as he spoke of how she had tried to hold him back from going to Grindelwald, and how he had refused to listen, as he cursed himself for a fool.

Nagini had vanished by the time Credence came to England. She had disappeared from wizard and Muggle society alike, afraid that she would succumb to the curse she had been born with and cause harm to innocents. Perhaps it was a blessing that Credence was dead long before Nagini resurfaced as Voldemort's thrall, her curse having overpowered her in both body and mind, so that he never saw what she had become.

The third time was upon his death.

His health had been poor, but no worse so than in the preceding days. There had been no warning, no farewell, no bedside vigil. Credence had died in his sleep, painlessly.

Aberforth had knocked on Credence's bedroom door and entered to help him dress, as had become routine as Credence's strength failed. His son had been lying asleep, still and pale.

Too still, and Aberforth froze. Credence's skin was cool and clammy. Not a whisper of breath emerged from his nostrils. There was no pulse.

A small smile remained on his lips; his face was relaxed and peaceful, looking for all the world as though he was dreaming pleasantly. At last, he had the peace he had never had his entire life.

Aberforth bent and kissed his son on the forehead, whispered his name - the only time he ever called his son by his true name - and covered him with the blanket, only then allowing himself to weep.

Is he ACTUALLY a good person? He killed his sister. I understand that it was an accident, but he was trying to kill his brother and hit his sister instead. He should be in Azkaban for actually using the spell. He used an illegal spell. So before you go saying he is good, think, he killed people. Then they let him become a teacher. And he knew something was up with Tom but didn't stop him, and so he is the reason Voldemort is who he is.

Warning : HUGE SPOILERS OF THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE!

Like it’s the biggest spoiler I could put after telling the whole movie. Seriously, if you don’t wanna be spoiled, don’t read this. If you don’t want to be spoiled and you read it and you say « You spoiled me ! », well, you can’t say I didn’t warned you.

So, I had a theory related to the title. In fact, we don’t learn much about Albus in that movie. My friends and me wanted to know who k*l**d Arianna ? We didn’t… So. As there is many Dumbledores, maybe the title didn’t refer to Albus ?

SPOILER PART

In that movie, we learned a thing that crushed all our beliefs /hj.

Credence Barebone is in fact Aurelius DUMBLEDORE ! Albus’ brother, as Grindelwald says ? No ! Aberforth’s son ! So, maybe the title refers to Aberforth’s secret ! The one that he had a son that nobody knew about !

Rose :)

Is Credence a parseltongue, please tell me in the comments.

Anyway, I just can't remember this tiny detail because I haven't watched the Crimes of Grindelwald in a long time (meaning a month). I think I remember something like this but can't be sure.

(spoiler below for the Secrets of Dumbledore)

If Credence is indeed a parseltongue, that will mean either the Dumbledore family is related to the Gaunt family (direct descendent from Salazar Slytherin), or the girl Aberforth is in love with is related or a descendent from the Gaunt family.

Is credence perhaps related to Voldemort? Please tell me in the comments

I really want to watch it but i can't. so i wanna know the review too. how is it ? is it good? is tina there? why was tina not in the trailer?

Also it's been a long time since i came here!