Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

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

A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to FireSenshi2 who correctly guessed Severus' inheritance. Kudos to her.

Chapter 21- Septimus visits Aberforth

December 3, 1994

Lord Septimus, Head of the House of Weasley and speaking for his son’s Bondmate who was in seclusion but was tentatively holding the title to the House of Prewett was going to inform the proprietor of the Hog’s Head of his fatherhood. Septimus was going to strongly encourage the odious man take responsibility for his progeny. The stories he’d been hearing about Ronald made him extremely glad the boy wasn’t his grandson. He’d been friends with Gideon’s father for decades until the man passed through the Veil of course and Dathan would have been appalled at Molly and how she ruined her brothers’ lives.

The place didn’t open until eleven for lunch since it was a pub so he had arrived about ten because it would be before there were customers.

Septimus knocked on the front door of the Hog’s Head.

The door was cracked open, “Who are you and what do you want? We’re closed.”

Septimus was tall like his sons and grandsons, towering over Aberforth Dumbledore, “My name is Lord Weasley. It is of grave importance that we speak privately.”

The grizzled man who was more rotund then his tall thin pencil like brother, “Oh come in then.”

Septimus cast a powerful privacy ward on the pub.

“What in Merlin’s name do you want sir?” Aberforth asked gruffly.

Septimus gave reluctant bow, “Its come to my attention that the woman styling herself as my son’s Bondmate was raising two child that are in truth yours. Molly Prewett has been disowned by the Prewetts, making her illegitimate children your responsibility and falling under your brother’s House.”

Aberforth glared, “Albus and I have nothing to do with each other.”

“Did he or did he not invest in your pub?”

Aberforth brought his fist down on the bar, “He used my inheritance to buy this place. Probably did it to keep an eye on me. Though he uses my floo like the Muggle Underground to go on his sordid little quests. I don’t care if that arrogant cad is bent! I care that he purports to be a whole man. Wouldn’t be surprised if Grindelwald went bad because of Albus’ betrayal. That’s all that ‘man’ can do: betray. He plays a good game and not many can see through his lies. He hates me because I know what he is! I maybe a mediocre to pathetic wizard but I’m naturally immuned to mental magic. He can’t use memory charms, Occlumency, Legilimency or the Imperious on me.”

“So that’s why you still know that he’s ‘not a whole man’? What do you mean by that?”

Aberforth sneered, “My Lord ‘Wise as Merlin’ was born without Bollocks. He’s got a bunch of other defects revolving around his precious bits but the lack of a sack with working gonads makes him completely infertile. He wears a permanent glamour. Without gonads he wasn’t going to mature properly, so he used a bunch of different potions to mimic the physical changes of puberty. I don’t think he found a voice deepening one, probably uses a vocal glamour.”

Septimus was surprised that this ‘brother’ was telling all this to him. “So who is his heir?”

“Probably Elphias’ son. Elphias worships the ground Albus walks on, he begged his parents to cover their Grand Tour. Only Albus decided to be honourable and abandon his friend to come home. While on his tour Elphias fell in love but within two years the man died in a broom accident. The boy was named after my dear brother.”

“Wouldn‘t a blood relative inherit automatically?” some families even allowed illegitimate children to inherit, although Septimus wasn’t aware of the circumstances of the Dumbledore estate..

“Albus inherited by law but once my dear brother passes through the Veil it passes to me. Since I have no legitimate children it’s possible that mine may still inherit. Blood trumps law most often.”

“You have a fourteen year old son, Ronald Bilius and a thirteen year old daughter Ginevra Molly. False records were filed with the Ministry but we have it on good authority that they are yours. You are welcome to verify with the parentis divinus potion.“

“Barely make enough to keep the place running. I’ll take yer word for it. Besides claiming bastard children would irritate Albus and Merlin knows I live to irritate him.”

Aberforth poured them both drinks, “Let’s celebrate! Here’s to having an heir that will put Albus’ nose out of joint!”

Septimus mused on the strangeness of the meeting. Aberforth was as different from Albus as a hex was from a jinx.

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

A/N:Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've got a summer internship that leaves me bone and brain weary when I arrive home between eleven and midnight. I hope you enjoy it.

The missing lemon scene should be posted on soon, within twenty-four hours I hope.