Short little oneshot. I was thinking one day about the Curse of the Billy Goat (even though I'm not a Cubs fan) and I was thinking about Harry Potter, and here blooms the plotbunny. It's pointless, but I hope you enjoy it. I OWN NOTHING!

Aberforth Dumbledore had a hard time getting a job after he finished his education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His brother, Albus, told him to travel the world while he had the chance. Aberforth took this small bit of advice from Albus, and traveled to America, where he set up The Billy Goat Tavern in Chicago, Illinois, under the name Billy Sianis. After all, the name "Aberforth" was extremely odd and Aberforth did not want people (mainly Muggles) ridiculing him for his name.

The Billy Goat Tavern was pretty successful, and Aberforth enjoyed his job as a bartender, thinking it was quite the suitable career. One day, he decided to visit a baseball game, a Muggle sport he was rather fond of. His favourite team was the Chicago Cubs, who were currently in the World Series, playing it out to win. Aberforth had decided to bring his favourite goat, Garfunkle to the game too. Unfortunately for Aberforth, Garfunkle was not allowed inside Wrigley Field.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I CAN'T BRING MY GOAT INSIDE?" he roared at the pimple-faced security guard.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to either leave your goat outside or just leave," the guard said, exasperated. It was his first day, and he didn't want any problems.

"SHOW ME WHERE IT SAYS I CAN'T BRING AN INNOCENT GOAT INSIDE?" Aberforth screamed. "HOW COME YOU CAN BRING DOGS IN, HUH?"

"Well, they're service dogs, they help people-"

"OH, AND MY GOAT DOESN'T HELP ME? DOBBY'S SOCK!" Aberforth had attracted quite a crowd by now, who were whispering loudly to each other and pointing at Garfunkle, who was chewing Aberforth's shirt. "MILK, CHEESE, DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GOATS?"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," another guard said, who had broad shoulders and a thick mustache. "Your goat's odor is upsetting the other fans."

"YOUR ODOR IS UPSETTING ME!"

"WHAT? YOU PEOPLE ARE MANIACS! A FAT LOT OF DRAGON BOGEYS!" Aberforth's voice was beginning to crack.

"Sir," the mustached guard said again. Aberforth shook his head sadly.

"Them Cubs, they aren't gonna win no more."

AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS THE CURSE OF ABERFORTH'S BILLY GOAT, GARFUNKLE. xD

Just press that blue button and let me know how you thought about it. It's not my best, but I just had to write it. =D

~mac!