#aberforth dumbledore

[lightningant]

check out my sexuality headcanons

[iamnmbr3]

not to be controversial on main but aberforth displayed more genuine concern for harry's wellbeing during a 15 minute interaction than dumbledore did in 15 years and that's the tea

[titansandcurses]

maybe i'm just drunk but. the harry potter universe is really just a tragedy of brothers in different generations of the wizardibg world. starting all the way in the beginning with the story of the deathly hallows. to the founding of hogwarts. to dumbledore and aberforth. to sirius and regulus. to the weasley brothers. to james and albus. just over and over the tragedy of brothers

[calimera62]

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Dogbane Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic April 18, word count 739

CW- talking about murdering werewolves

“When you know the tricks of the trade, collecting werewolf pelts is a breeze,” Sirius could not believe what he was hearing. He and Remus had gone into the Hogs Head for a pint. The Three Broomsticks was teeming with third years, and Remus had put one foot through the door and frozen. Sirius had grabbed his hand and pulled him back out, telling him he fancied seeing old Aberforth, so why didn’t they go to The Hogs Head instead? Right now, he was wishing he’d just braved the Broomsticks and grabbed a few bottles to go. “I took out an entire pack in Essex last month. It was so easy. All I do is get a few nice raw steaks and lace the lot with Dogbane Potion. Makes them weak, see. Dog, wolf, not much in it, and then it’s just a case of shooting them right between the eyes with a silver bullet.” The hunter raised his hands, mimicking a shotgun and pretended to pull the trigger. “Then bang. Takes more time to skin the beasts,” 

“Sirius, can we go?” Remus brought Sirius’s attention away from the man. Sirius’s heart broke when he saw the tears in Remus’s eyes. A sense of protectiveness for Remus and justice for the wolves that had died at the hands of the bastard in the corner, Sirius jumped to his feet. 

“What a load of bollocks,” Sirius scoffed, leaning against the wall opposite the hunter. “Really, you took out a whole pack?” He ran his eyes up and down the man and scoffed again. 

“Yeah, I did,” the man defended himself. “See, they’re stupid at their core, just a bunch of dumb wild beasts,” Sirius’s lips curled up in a wicked grin. 

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. Only an idiot would think a werewolf was a dumb beast.”

“Yeah, well, the five I got last month tells a different story,” the hunter spluttered at Sirius. 

“Five? Such an odd number for a pack. Are you sure you didn’t miss one?” Sirius moved off the wall and slowly approached the table. The hunter's companion quailed under Sirius’s furious stare. “All it would take is one, you know. One lone wolf whose pack had been wiped out by a pathetic little man,”

“Now see here.”

“One lone wolf, to track him down to say a pub and approach him. Lull him into a state of false security and then…” He banged his palm down on the table. The hunter’s companion got up and ran out of the pub. The hunter was too scared to move. Sirius leaned in and spoke barely above a whisper, but the pub was so quiet he could have been shouting. “I’d find a different occupation if I were you. You seem to have forgotten that those wolves are people for the rest of the month. You could have taken a mother away from her child. A son from his dying father. You murdered five people last month; never forget that. Now get out before I decide to take revenge for them,” he spat at the man's feet and went back to Remus. The hunter didn’t waste any time. He stood up and almost ran out of the doors, steering clear of Sirius. “We can go now,” Sirius said in his most gentle voice, taking Remus’s hand in his and running his thumb across his knuckles. But before Remus could get a word out, an entire bottle of firewhisky was banged down on their table by none other than Aberforth himself. 

“Good lad,” he grunted before returning behind the bar. Sirius picked it up and weighed it in his hand. 

“New plan, let's go raise a glass or two to those lost wolves in the dorm.” 

“Sounds like a good plan,” Remus let out a long sigh. He looked sad, but the tired smile he gave Sirius let him know he’d be okay. Sirius stood up, saluted Aberforth and led Remus out of the dingy pub and back towards the castle. 

The following week, there was an interesting article in The Daily Prophet about a werewolf hunter who had mysteriously gone missing. Believed to have been murdered by a survivor of a pack of werewolves, he’d attempted to wipe out on the previous full moon. “Called it,” Sirius told his friends, before folding the newspaper up and getting on with his day, the hunter never crossing his mind again. 

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"harry potter is literally about wizards and magic stfu" just say youve never fucking read a book ?? or interacted with media and thought about it ??? that youve never tried to find meaning in anything ???? that even when the meaning is shoved in your face you ignore it because its easier for you to oversimplify complex characters because you dont get it ?????

harry potter tackles overthrowing the government, prejudice, exploitation, complex and heavily morally grey characters, war, prison escapees, death, child soldiers, guilt, abusive families, sacrifice & redemption, ptsd, corrupt governments, ethnic cleansing, betrayal, ethics of morality,

[bloodpxct]

THE DUMBLEDORE SIBLINGS | ariana, albus and aberforth, the original doomed siblings </3

[augustuscaesarsalad]

Where the problems started.

[boomiyah]

cursed staff room hear me out cake

short crackfic i made at 1am bc unfortunately im procrastinating the other fic/s i made HAHA idk why i did this please spare me

It all started in the staff room when Dumbledore suddenly asked—

"Severus, have you heard of the 'hear me out cake' the students have been doing?"

So here they were— the four main teachers, Dumbledore, each having any number of turns they want each with what (or who) they put on it.

So far, they've put Gellert Grindelwald (unsurprisingly by Albus himself), an old DADA teacher before Severus's time, a muggle, another muggle, and some other people here and there.

Relatively 'normal' hear-me-outs' that weren't exactly hear-me-outs at all.

Then come Severus...

It started off normal at first.

"Hear me out... Lucius Malfoy."

Okay, sure, he was a bit close with him during Hogwarts— and that he was the awakening or whatever that meant— but then he puts-

"Gellert Grindelwald in this specific photo"

On one hand, Albus agreed— saying he may have considered using that photo on the cake— Pomona and Flitwick don't get the vision, unfortunately. Now there's a little bit of a pattern here...

"You-know-who when he was Tom Riddle."

Nobody even wants to know how he got the photo in the first place. No one's hearing him out fully.

After a while, though...

"Fleamont Potter..." Severus said, putting the stick on the cake with shame. McGonagall spat her drink at the sight.

"Potter's father?!" She half-yelled in shock and disbelief and possibly denial. Severus avoided meeting her gaze after that.

Nothing could possibly (and literally) take the cake was when they were nearing the end of it, Severus, his face breaking into a bit of a grin, put his last photo on the cake...

It was a photo of a younger Aberforth Dumbledore.

'Hear-me-out' cakes were banned after that.

[bloodyhellharry]

More from my old hard-drive. I'm trying to be a more organised person digitally and that means I'm going on a deep dive into ancient files. Always very weird to be confronted with old work. Some of it I hate because is so bad, and some of it I hate because it's good and I don't think I can ever do it again.

This one is not that good but it's not that bad.

Here's Aberforth Dumbledore working on new ways to bring the crowd in.

[wisteria-lodge]

Have you sorted Dumbledore before? He seems like a great candidate for this framework, especially with how divisive he is and with how much about him is open to interpretation. I really love your thoughts on this!

I think he's a Snake Bird, like Voldemort.

Albus has a pretty clear Bird secondary. He loves collecting (trinkets, artifacts, interesting memories.) His first step when fighting Voldemort is doing a big research deep-dive into his past. He loves a complex multi-step plan - the chain of events caused by the specific wording in his will is probably the clearest example of that. Voldemort once describes him as "omniscient" and that is the goal - Albus wants all the information, all the time. He also loves his Wacky!Dumbledore persona. It's fun, and it's great for throwing off suspicion. Very Actor Bird of him.

I do think his confrontation with Barty Junior at the end of Book 4 is interesting, because that's the most *pissed* and out-of-control we ever see him. There, the energy is very kick-down-the-door Lion secondary. Burst in with his guys at his back, stun him, physically kick him over, and give Barty Veritaserum so he tells you everything. (And then lose track of him in the aftermath, resulting in him getting Kissed.) I think a Snake secondary could have finessed that a little better. Maybe come at him a little softer, used Legilimency, gotten more info out of him, used him as a hostage... but Dumbledore is a Bird secondary who was missing a MASSIVE piece of information, he needed time to re-calibrate. Bird secondaries who have been very wrong-footed or are put in very unfamiliar situations often start looking like Lions.

In terms of Primary... I think he's a very, VERY Burned Snake who models "For the Greater Good" Bird because it doesn't feel safe to trust people (and 'people' does include himself.) Like he'll talk a good game, but when it comes down to it:

"What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you [Harry] were alive, and well, and happy?"

The thing with Grindelwald hit him with the intensity of a Snake just really connecting with a Person for the very first time. Because like... young Albus just didn't have any connections like that. Elphias Doge worshiped him - which isn't an equal relationship. Ariana preferred Aberforth, his mother was entirely focused on Ariana, his dad was in prison. And Aberforth... is important, and I think Albus actually really did want and continues to want his "rough, unlettered, infinitely more admirable" brother's approval. But at that point, Aberforth thinks that Albus is a selfish, irresponsible jerk.

But then Grindelwald betrays Albus, which shatters him for a while. Grindelwald's running around Europe, Albus is hiding at Hogwarts because he's too Burnt to do anything else. He fundamentally does not trust himself anymore, he doesn't trust the instincts of his Snake primary. I'm not sure he ever does again, until maybe Harry. Albus thinks he's right about Snape, but he doesn't know, which is why he likes that visual check-in that Snape's Patronus provides. Albus starts modeling Bird primary, hard, because it hurts a lot less to live in that space.

But like he can't cut that Snake primary out of him completely. It's too core to who he is, he'll die. The Drink of Despair (and the Mirror of Erised) takes him right back to his People. He needs these connections, but those connections don't feel safe. Enter Hagrid, clearly very important to Albus - despite being not especially useful and often kind of a liability. But what he IS is someone very Aberforth coded... who will never leave or betray him. (Because Albus has just so much power over him.) I've written about Dumbledore's habit of collecting strays before, but I think it's a Burnt/Exploded Snake thing. He wants connection, but also sees connection as dangerous, so this is his (subconscious) solution.

Generally, when Albus does dumb things, it's for Snake reasons. Putting on the Resurrection Stone? Trying to talk down Draco when he should have just stunned him (and died Master of the Elder Wand?) In that moment Draco is one of his students (who he IS loyal to.) But he's also kind of Aberforth - totally outclassed, shouldn't be here at all, just trying to protect his family.

The house-matching helps explain why Dumbledore and Voldemort just... get under each other's skin to the extent that they do. They have a very emotionally charged relationship, considering that they prefer to keep each other at a distance and only interact through proxies. Albus has a deep distrust of Tom from the word go, even when Tom hasn't actually done much apart from be a creepy ten-year-old. (Tom probably reminded him of Grindelwald ngl. Or himself.) Albus has his collection of Voldemort's most important memories, and Voldemort is uniquely afraid of him. Diary!Tom frames the Basilisk vs Phoenix battle as a conflict between himself and *Dumbledore.* Like these two are wrapped up in each other, and I think it's because they're actually very alike.

[lightningant]

family outing

[iamnmbr3]

Albus: So I met an evil child today.

Aberforth: Why are you like this?

Albus: But don't worry. The situation is under control. I read his mind without his consent and then set his things on fire and told him he has to stay in line because I'm more powerful than he is. That will teach him to stop believing that the most important thing is power and to value love instead. Problem solved. Good job me as usual.

Aberforth: Albus, what the actual fuck?

[severus-snape-apreciation-blog]

Headcannon that after the War Percy is a bartender

Like picture this,

War is over. He isn’t really talking to his family. To much bad blood.

He helps put the government back together. Puts in so many new helpful policies, new laws. Was minister even for a year. Then stepped down for Shacklebolt, then was junior Minister for a year,

At the end Kingsley basically tells him to quit. That he obviously hates it.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t pursue academics cause for so long he pushed himself to be the best and not to say he hates it but can’t bring himself to peruse it.

Not sports. Loves watching but not playing.

One day he’s at the Hogs Head getting a drink. Him and Aberforth get talking and it ends in a job offer, he decides why the heck not.

Everyone thinks he’s gone insane. Here is one of the most brilliant minds serving drinks and cleaning tables. He doesn’t care. He feels at peace.

He also meets all different kind of folks, more academic types come in cause he can hold a conversation with them.

One day his Mom comes in and begs him to visit. So he starts seeing her more often and by extension the rest. Eventually he’s sorta part of the family again but never fully. Like monthly dinner and Christmas.

Runs into Oliver. They finally get together. He goes to all his games

During the school year on student trips he lets them in and helps with school work.

He also starts studying different areas when he can, not for others but for himself.

Masters Potions. Transfigurations. Charms.

Even starts selling some potions from the Bar.

Eventually Aberforth dies and leaves him EVERYTHING. Bar and Goats. Including what his brother left him. Which includes a massive amount of books.

He starts doing so much academically but if you ever asked him what his job is he will say bartending.

They have kids and is a better parent then either of his were.

He is content.

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

"I want to go back to my family, but I don't want things to go back to the way they were before. Does that make sense?"

"Course it does," Aberforth replied. "You had your reasons for leaving. Some of them were bad, but not all of them." He shrugged. "Families can love you and still hurt you."

Percy swallowed hard. "They didn't mean to hurt me. At least, I don't think they did. The twins might have a bit, but not really."

"Were you hurt?" Aberforth asked plainly.

Percy toyed with his fork in lieu of responding, but that was really a response in and of itself.

"Doesn't matter if they meant to do it or not, then," Aberforth stated. "It still happened."

"I still miss them," Percy admitted.

"Course you do. They're family. Doesn't mean they shouldn't be better to you."

What is Right and What is Easy - WinterSky101

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Intimate

@wolfstarmicrofic February 27, word count 415

Intimate would be the word Sirius would use for Madam Puddifoot’s. God awful was another, but he wanted to plan the perfect date for his first date with Remus and, according to all the girls he’d ever dated, Puddifoot’s was the place to go. 

He grimaced as he entered the little teashop, decorated in pink hearts. 

“Hi, I’d like to make a reservation for two,” He told Madam Puddifoot herself. 

“Right, you are my dear. What name shall I put it under?” The middle-aged witch asked, dipping her quill into an ink pot and opening a ledger. 

“Black,” He said. She wrote his name down, gave him a time and that was that. 

The day came and, holding Remus’s hand in his, he started to walk towards the teashop. 

“Er, Sirius, where are you taking me?” Remus asked, staring at all the pink surrounding the teashop. 

“For our first date,” Sirius answered, tugging his hand gently to get him moving again. 

“If you think for one second that I am setting one foot in Puddifoot’s, you’ve got another thing coming,” Remus, being a lot stronger than Sirius, yanked him back the other way towards the Hogshead. “Hey, Aberforth, one bottle of firewhisky, please,” Remus ordered from the gruff barman. Sirius watched as Remus pulled out a few vials of something and placed them on the counter. Aberforth swiped them up and exchanged them for a bottle of midrange firewhisky. “Pleasure doing business with you,” Remus winked at him. He grabbed the bottle and led Sirius out of the village along a little path until they were under the cover of the forbidden forest. 

They sat down on a fallen log and passed the bottle back and forth. Sirius had to agree that this was a far better date than sitting in uncomfortable silence while they had tea and tiny sandwiches served to them. 

“What did you give to Aberforth?” Sirius asked as he passed the bottle back to Remus. 

“He’s a shit brewer, and I can brew the medicine he needs for his goats, so he agreed to give me booze in exchange for the medicine,” Remus explained. Sirius snorted, it was such a Remus Lupin explanation. 

On their drunken walk back up to the castle, Sirius asked Remus how he thought their first date went.

“Best date ever,” He replied, stooping down and planting a rather slobbery kiss on Sirius’s cheek. Sirius just beamed at him and vowed never to suggest Madam Puddifoot’s again.