Aberforth Dumbledore was married once.
His bride was a Rosier, Evangeline Rosier. He called her Evie, his Evie.
Aberforth Dumbledore fell in love once.
She was soft, and sweet, and gentle as a lamb. She was perfect, his light when he came home from Order duty to replenish his faith in mankind, his sunshine in the darkest night.
Aberforth Dumbledore was going to be a father once.
She was six months gone. His Evie glowed, not just with pregnancy, but with happiness.
Aberforth Dumbledore. Widower. No children. Cantankerous old bugger.
Aberforth Dumbledore was going to be happy once.