While working on my Kat and Stewart: The Early Years stories I've come up with this!
Summary: What if Kendra and Percival Dumbledore died but Ariana didn't? And what if the parents died before Albus was of age? Who would take them? Read to see.....ADMM eventually.
minerva's-kitten
It's in the Stars
Chapter 1: Death
Dead. That was all to be said. Dead and orphaned. Those were the thoughts running through the fifteen year old's head at the moment as he stared at the grave. His father had died two years back and now his mother was dead. He and his siblings were utter and complete orphans.
"Who do you think we'll be put with?" his brother, Aberforth asked.
Now that was a thought. Quite frankly Albus had no clue. They had no close family. Their mother had been an orphan herself. Their father was disowned by his parents for marrying a mudblood.
To be honest Albus didn't really understand the world. Why did those so called 'purebloods' think they were so much better? Even his younger nemesis and fellow Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall, thought herself a cut above the rest. It was infuriating but he had to admit there was always something new to argue about. It never got boring.
Suddenly the teenager felt a hand on his shoulder give a squeeze and looked up into the kind and sad brown eyes of Walter Dodge. He was the father to Albus' best friend Ephalus Dodge and the family's lawyer.
The man was just a bit shorter than the tall thin teenager. He had blondish brown hair that was balding and was wearing a brown suit.
"I'm truly sorry for the loss Albus my boy. You mother was a lovely lady," the man smiled.
"Yes sir," Albus nodded.
"Well I suppose we better get going before supper. I was looking over the will and you're to be taken care of by your godmother," Walter stated.
"Godmother!? We have one!?" Aberforth blinked whirling around.
"Yes as a matter of fact. Lady K. A. McGonagall," Walter smiled, "so come along then. I already have your bags." He pointed to the nearby oak tree that had five leather bags and two trunks sitting under it.
"McGonagall? Our luck it's Minerva's Aunt or something who is twice as vicious as her," thirteen year old Aberforth sighed.
Albus nodded as they reached the tree.
"Now I've got the bags as a port-key so just touch them and we'll go," Walter stated.
The three children agreed and they popped away.
