II don't own Harry Potter, anyway, you get the idea.

Sorry for the wait - I hope I can upload more chapters soon. Anyway, please enjoy.

I picture Aberforth Dumbledore to resemble David Troughton, the son of Patrick Troughton who had played the Second Doctor off of Doctor Who, who played the villain Ricky Hanson from New Tricks who murdered Jack Halford's wife. His appearance in that is virtually how I picture Aberforth in this story.


The Hell of Fourth Year.

The moment she walked into the Founder's chamber, Charlotte knew she should have changed her plans, but she decided to get this over and done with now.

All of the Founders are looking at her with extremely displeased expressions on their faces. "For a girl who is smart, you have made a grave mistake, Charlotte," Ravenclaw declared.

Charlotte sighed.

"Where's the cunning I thought you possessed, because it isn't cunning to reveal your spells, nor is it cunning to threaten important politicians and beat one almost to death in broad daylight, watched by millions!" Slytherin snapped.

Charlotte held back the urge to roll her eye. Why did these people even think she cared? In any case, she had thought they had accepted the fact she was a mixture of all of their philosophies.

But no. It was as clear as day they were still locked in their pathetic narrow little mindsets. Charlotte was beginning to wish she had summoned Dobby back (not Winky, especially since the unfortunate House elf likely had enough on her plate right about now) so she could just return back to the windmill so she could just rest, but she had been too tired to make the trip, so she had come here.

Fuck, she was beginning to regret her decision. On top of that, Charlotte was beginning to see, since she was still at Hogwarts, it wouldn't be impossible to accidentally run into someone.

After spending all day dealing with the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament, being humiliated and being forced to reveal some of the special spells she had worked long and hard to hide, to say nothing of having to deal with the unexpected discovery of the Death Eater who'd put her name into the Goblet of Fire, all Charlotte wanted to do was to go home, have a quick chat with Winky about Crouch, and just go to bed and sleep.

Charlotte knew Dobby had likely already informed the female House elf, and Charlotte hoped and prayed they could help Winky through it; the female House elf had had a gut full this year, a gut full. Winky had been kicked out of the only family she'd ever had, which had earned Barty Crouch senior nothing but Charlotte's eternal contempt before she had even discovered his son was the one who had put her name into the Goblet of Fire, and now this.

Except she was too tired to make the trip.

She had been functioning on her reserves during the Task, and when she had gone for Dumbledore she had used the last of her energy, and she had immediately used a portal to return to the Founder's Chamber so she could rest, gather her energy for the return trip to the windmill, and then she could sleep.

In hindsight, she should have expected this. All of the Founders seemed to be determined to shape her according to their own individual philosophies, and it was really starting to grate on her nerves. She had spent a decade being abused by two abusive families where she had been treated like a servant or being near brainwashed with how she should be grateful, shit like that, only for her to wipe them both out slowly and painfully before she had become a thief in London itself. Her experiences had shaped her, twisted her into a hardened criminal.

Okay, she could understand the Founder's aims, really, she did. However, Charlotte believed she knew when it was time to be bold, brash and hardheaded, but at the same time she could be calm and use her problem-solving skills to their best degree, and she could use her cunning and sharpened mind to help her see possibilities where others wouldn't. She wasn't arrogant enough to believe she was better than the Founders, but she did refuse to fit into their shoes. It wasn't her nature and in any case after watching those memories play in the Second Task, to say nothing of knowing the entire magical world had seen them, and unmasking the piece of shit who'd put her into the Tournament in the first place, ruining her plans for leaving the magical world after she had kept her head down for a number of years before she completed the con she'd been playing from the day she had walked into Hogwarts.

Her plan had been so simple, then; keep her head down, do the barest minimum while secretly preparing for her OWLs and her NEWTs, wait until her fifth year and then leave this miserable country once and for all. And if she had to deal with Voldemort during that time, well she would find a way of dealing with the snake-faced pig.

It had been a simple plan and she had gone to huge amounts of trouble putting it into the competition; keeping her head down, putting up with Granger and Weasley and how they were spying on her so thoroughly Dumbledore knew what she was eating for breakfast, lunch and dinner, not bothering much with her studies officially when in fact the teachers didn't bother her much since she was interested only in herself, and she considered the teacher's views of her to be irrelevant. She didn't care if they thought she was lazy and stupid, or arrogant supposedly like James Potter. No, all she wanted was to secretly study magic when she realised Dumbledore would be watching over her after ensuring she had spent her life with the Dursleys, and even then was trying to find suitable people to look after her, and didn't have her best interests at heart.

However, she had underestimated Dumbledore and his schemes.

She hadn't expected the announcement of something which could cause a painful death, nor had she expected to be drawn into the Philosopher's Stone mess. But after the year was up and she had been taken in by one of Dumbledore's stooges, Charlotte had come to the realisation she would need to address the plan to keep herself fully protected by keeping watch on Weasley and Granger.

But now the plan was dead.

"Oh, I thought through that attack very carefully, thanks Salazar," Charlotte interrupted Slytherin. "You didn't notice what I did, did you? You just focused on how I did it, right?"

"What…do you mean?" Gryffindor whispered.

"When I went for Dumbledore, I was furious he had been part of the Task where the Champions' mind would be dredged for the worst moments of their past; not only was my own privacy invaded, but the others would likely have suffered the same fate. I couldn't have that. Yes, I went into a rage against him, but at the same time I saw an opportunity to accuse Dumbledore of what had happened in Little Whinging," Charlotte explained. "You saw his reaction to the accusations against Figg, a member of his precious saintly Order. But at the same time, I mentioned Snape and how his actions had caused problems for Britain. Few Aurors, Healers. If we're lucky, the authorities will pull their finger out. And by authorities, I am talking about the ICW. I've done a lot of digging over the years. The fact Snape has been depriving the wizarding world in this country of so many important people would bring down all kinds of people from the Ministry on top of Hogwarts, but the ICW will have no choice but to come to this country and sort it out."

Charlotte paused for a second so she could take in the reactions of the gobsmacked Founders and she grinned at their expressions, although Ravenclaw and Slytherin both looked like they were working everything out; Ravenclaw looked like she was taking in everything she had just said, and was currently weighing up the pros and the cons, and the potential consequences of Charlotte's actions, although the teenager didn't really give a tinker's toss how the Wizarding world took it.

Slytherin, on the other hand….

The Founder of the so-called "darkest house" looked like he was grinning while holding back the urge to burst out sobbing out of pride.

"You're taking a big risk, Charlotte," Gryffindor seemed less content, indeed he didn't look happy for some reason Charlotte couldn't bring herself to care about although if she had to guess, she'd say it was because of her actions during the Task, and the way she had handled the aftermath.

"Oh, how? I think the Ministry have their hands full."

"She's right, Godric," Ravenclaw turned to her fellow Founder. "Not only has Charlotte revealed Dumbledore's actions, but she has also revealed not only to the school but the whole of magical Britain what the long term effects of Snape remaining in the castle will have. No Aurors. No Healers. The country needs them, regardless of whether or not Fudge or his idiot cohorts believe someone like Voldemort is out there or not. Voldemort's death was only an excuse; potions are vital for the magical world; they can do things spells cannot. Not only that, but the ICW would likely have no other choice but to intervene, just to clean up the mess."

"I just don't understand why Dumbledore would care to do what was easy instead of what was right. That thing that occupies the Potion Master's role has ruthlessly exploited all of Dumbledore's second, third, fourth, and fifth chances time and time again. Yes, he might be one of Dumbledore's spies, but surely he knew what Snape would do if he took over," Hufflepuff shook her head.

"I stopped trying to guess what Dumbledore's plans entailed in the long-term," Charlotte shook her head, inwardly hoping somebody else tried to deal with the problem so she didn't submit herself into a mental hospital to get herself checked out. "But I did a lot of damage; thanks to Crouch, everyone knows now the Death Eaters are not the hopeless innocents' Dumbledore and Fudge like them to believe. And on top of that, I looked into the mind of Dolores Umbridge."

"What did you find?" Slytherin asked intrigued.

"Umbridge," Charlotte spat the name out in disgust, "runs a prostitution/slavery ring for muggle children. She has even captured a number of muggle-born kids, forcing them into brothels. She also has werewolf and vampire children murdered simply because they are different. Her prejudice clouds her judgement, but her arrogance has given me the ammunition needed to bring her down."

"What are you going to do?" Hufflepuff asked, curiously.

Charlotte smirked viciously (she had no idea she was pleasing Salazar Slytherin with her smirk, and how vicious it was; a part of him, the part which he had thought was long since gone, wished he was a teenage boy so then he could ravish her for her bloodthirsty attitude), "What I always do. I'm going to make her pay."

XXX

It was getting late at the Hog's Head, and the last patrons had either left or they had been banished out of the pub so then the proprietor could clean the place up. As he cleaned up, Aberforth Dumbledore happened to catch sight of a reflection of himself in the window, lit up with the flickering candlelight and the runic crystals adding more magical light in the pub.

As he stared at himself Aberforth could say he barely recognised himself as he stared at his own reflection. It had been a very long time since he had seen himself as he had been when he had been without hair around his mouth; he had started to grow his beard, like all Dumbledore men, which was a family tradition, at the age of twenty, and his hair had grown out naturally at around the same time.

He hardly recognised himself at all. After the Second Task where he and everyone else had seen and heard about Albus Dumbledore's sins, Aberforth had gone to the bathroom. A part of Aberforth knew he had a passing resemblance to his brother, but while some, especially those who knew of his history with his brother, would say he was trying to emulate Albus out of some kind of need to better himself. It was nothing like that.

No, Aberforth had grown his beard and let his hair grow out because he wanted to resemble a Dumbledore. If he had wanted to resemble his brother, then he wouldn't have been apathetic to his own appearance. He would have taken better care of his robes, instead of wanting to fit in with the crowd. He would have taken care of his beard, and his hair, keeping them from getting too greasy for the same reason.

In any case, Aberforth had sometimes considered removing the beard despite being proud of his Dumbledore heritage just so then he could stop resembling Albus.

And now, thanks to Charlotte Potter, he had chosen the right time to do it.

Aberforth closed his eyes, feeling nothing but sympathy for the young girl who had suffered a great deal at the hands of two men, one of whom happened to be Aberforth's own brother, much to his own shame. But that was Albus in a nutshell for you. Unlike Voldemort, who was as subtle as a charging Hippogriff, Albus cheated, lied, and he stole from everyone he encountered by putting on a charming smile, speaking a few manipulative words so he could cloud their reality so they handed over whatever he wanted on a plate.

All for the sake of his own personal quest for self-recognition. Albus had longed to be famous, to be revered at the same level as Merlin, of the Founders of Hogwarts, ever since the day he was old enough to understand such things. And he had dedicated his life to achieving his aims, and he had largely succeeded although right now Aberforth wondered if he would last long, especially since so many of his dirty secrets had gotten out. There was no way the ICW would let many of the accusations stand. They would begin a massive investigation into Albus's dodgiest dealings, although Aberforth prayed his silver-tongued brother didn't get away with what he had done, although he hoped they dug up enough to make his aims virtually impossible to meet.

Ever since the full horror of what was happening at Hogwarts with the Fourth Champion of the Triwizard Tournament, something which should never have happened, and how she had been maimed by someone who should have been one of her biggest allies, not an enemy, Albus had been brutally hemmed in and people were already scrutinising his actions at Hogwarts. Abertforth hoped the magical world discovered that, despite his brilliance (even he could say his brother was a brilliant, powerful wizard despite how much disgust he had for him), Albus was absolutely useless when it came to the big matters.

Aberforth sighed as he studied his features. Whereas before he had had a thinning head of silvery grey hair and was sporting a similarly coloured beard, he was a bald man now, with sunken eyes and a clean-shaven, albeit aged face which appeared vaguely thuggish. Personally, Aberforth was not really certain how to take such a description of his features, it had already stunned many of his customers, but once he'd given them proof of who he was, they'd accepted him. But he was still uncertain about what he now resembled. Personally, Aberforth liked to look at himself and see himself as an aged tortoise, with his bald, wrinkled face, his sunken cheeks and his prominent nose highlighted by his aged appearance.

Yes, seeing himself like an aged tortoise rather than a thug was better.

Aberforth looked away from his reflection, flicking his wand and silently clearing up the mess around his pub. With each wave of his wand, the signs of the pub fights and duels which had gone on, the puddles of spilt Firewhiskey bathed in the smashed remains of their bottles, the grime on the tables and the melted candle wax on the tables, and the walls decorated with mashed up food vanished. The Hog's Head had been the sight of a celebration of the Triwzard Tournament, one which had turned more and more raucous.

Many of the patrons here had placed bets on Charlotte Potter, and many of them had leered at the thought of fucking the girl almost to death, some of them being so perverted about it Aberforth had been disgusted. He had cast spells on dozens of the patrons to fight the ones who'd wished to do the same with the Veela girl, Fleur something.

Some might compare such methods to Albus' own methods, but truthfully Abertforth had wanted to each of them to just get into a fight. After what had happened with Arianna, Aberforth absolutely hated it whenever a lady was injured or threatened. And if the ones responsible got hurt, fantastic. He had spent the best half of his youth caring for his little sister, ever since those filthy muggles hurt her while Albus was swanning around doing Merlin knew what as part of his quest for personal recognition, and while she had died, he had sworn never to let any female suffer. Aberforth didn't care if those females were muggles, witches, muggleborns, or purebloods. To him, it made no difference.

Aberforth sighed as he thought of his sister. He wondered how Arianna would have taken this situation. She might have had Asperger's syndrome, but she had been highly intelligent when she'd wanted to be. Knowing her, she would have likely have come up with an idea of what the long term finale was going to be to this whole mess; the Triwizard, Albus….

He was just setting the locking runes when there were knocks on the door. Aberforth instantly stopped, looking shrewdly at the door in surprise. He knew it wasn't one of his patrons; even the ones who were so rat-arsed knew when he was closing up, and in any case, he had made it very very clear what would happen if they tried to break in. It had taken a while for the lesson to be learnt and while he lacked a lot of his brother's repertoire, Aberforth was still a powerful wizard.

No. This was someone else. Someone he knew.

Aberforth closed his eyes. "Oh, not again," he grunted.

Sighing and growling with frustration, he flicked his wand to open the door. When he saw who it was Aberforth needed to use all of his occlumency experience not to lose it, although he didn't stop himself from gazing at his brother with disgusted loathing. Framed in the doorway was Albus Dumbledore.

Albus stared at him in astonishment. "Aberforth, is that you?"

Aberforth grunted. "You fucking know it is, Albus. Who else would be here at this time of night?"

After all, you're the bastard who's made sure I never really had a home, aren't you? He instantly put a stopper on those thoughts, not wanting to think about the past right now.

"But why have you shaved?" Albus wouldn't let it go as he stared at his younger brother with frank bewilderment, and there was a slight tinge of judgement in his eyes.

Aberforth lifted a brow. "Why are you here? Have you got more confessions you want to blab my way?'

"Aberforth-."

Aberforth sighed and he waved the other man in irritably. Once Albus had stepped over the threshold, Aberforth flicked his wand and he sat down at one of the tables. With another flick, two bottles of butterbeer flew out from under the counter, and over to the two estranged brothers.

"What do you want, Albus? You always only visit me when you wish to confess to one of your sins, and believe me, over the years, you've confessed a lot," Aberforth said in his "you can tell me whatever you want, and I wouldn't care less" voice.

"There's no need to be so hostile, Abe-."

"Oh, yes there is," Aberforth glowered at the nickname.

"Aberforth, please. Can we not talk like two civilised men over drinks?" Albus gave him a pleading look, and Aberforth's annoyance grew when he felt his brother's magic crashing against his occlumency barriers.

"If you lace your words with magic like that again, I'll break your jaw," he threatened. Albus gaped at the threat, but he did as he was told, while Aberforth smirked without any humour. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked, knowing that his so-called bastard brother would keep lacing his words with magic, regardless. But that was Albus all over. He was so finite, so out of it he never learnt from his mistakes.

Albus just stared at him for a long moment, clearly lost in thought. Aberforth wondered what was going through his mind before he decided it made little difference to him.

"I am now under investigation by the ICW," Albus said at last.

Aberforth couldn't help it, he laughed. "Really? And what, pray tell, made them do that to you?" He quipped.

"Abe, please-"

"Don't call me that. I don't care what you think, but just because you think you're Merlin reincarnated does not mean you can hand out nicknames to others!" Aberforth snapped. "What did you do for the ICW to investigate you? Was it because things at that once hallowed school have gone down the drain since you became Headmaster, and handed the Potions Master's position to a Death Eater who has spent the last decade depriving this world of Aurors, Healers? What did you think was going to happen when it was revealed what you were allowing that filthy greasy bastard that role?!"

"Severus-," Albus was about to say Severus had his complete trust, and Aberforth knew it which was why he interrupted him quickly.

"If you're gonna say Snape has your complete trust, don't Albus. He's no teacher. He's a rapist, a murderer. You can say he's a good man, but he's not. None of those Death Eaters are good people. Do you know how many times he and his pals came into my pub during their later years at Hogwarts? They came here, and they harassed several of my waitresses until some of them couldn't take it anymore. One night I caught him and those bastards trying to rape one of them. One of the villagers told them to stop, they'd tell the professors, and they laughed back saying they'd get a slap on the wrist. I stopped the whole thing, and I summoned the dick off of one of them. They thought I was you for a moment before I told them I was the wrong Dumbledore," Aberforth glowered at the memory for a moment before he carried on but he was more offended at being believed to be his brother, "That greasy bastard has exploited every chance you've given him, Albus. But now that girl has stood up and told the entire world what would happen in the long term, and the truth about the Death Eaters, and I thank Merlin for that. Its about time scum like him were rounded up and shoved either through the Veil or given the Dementor's Kiss."

Albus was stunned into silence by the rant, but by the end of it, he was horrified. "You don't believe that, surely?"

"Of course I do."

"But the Death Eaters are members of old families-!" Albus argued, but once more Aberforth angrily interrupted him.

"Oh shut up, you posturing piece of shit! You never cared when families as old as the McKinnons, or the Bones were wiped out, why care about scum like the Crabbes, the Notts, or the Malfoys? Why do you care so much about them? Someone might think you're a Death Eater sympathiser, the way you talk like that," Aberforth mentally smirked, knowing his brother would never be able to resist the bait.

"You know I'm not!"

"Then why do you keep telling everyone the Death Eaters deserve a second chance after the likes of Lucius Malfoy was known to be the chief rapist of muggleborns? Why the hell did you not ensure Bellatrix LeStrange wasn't executed for her crimes? The woman is a rabid dog, Albus; anyone with common sense would have her executed by now, but not you. No, you keep preaching in that almost dosed up with potions way of yours the likes of them can be redeemed when in truth the ones who came forwards and confessed their sins, you interfered and gave them on a slap on the wrist before you turned away, never once hearing them laughing at your gullibility!' Aberforth sneered. "How does it feel to know you've been duped, Albus?"

Albus was speechless. He had never really considered his brother to be really intelligent despite knowing how highly his brother had scored in the final NEWT tests during his time at Hogwarts, and he knew Aberforth had become an Unspeakable afterwards. Albus had always wanted to know what was being researched by the Unspeakables, but no matter what he had tried, he had never been able to discover their secrets. When he had persuaded a few people in the government shortly after Grindelwald's capture and imprisonment to have Aberforth removed as an Unspeakable, it was so then he could break his brother of his oaths so she could learn more about the Department of Mysteries, but alas he had underestimated the number of spells placed on each member which prevented outsiders from learning anything.

Aberforth had been furious with him for taking him away from the job, and he had been far from happy when he had learnt, thanks to Albus, he couldn't return or get another job at the Ministry, so he had been forced to become a bartender. A job he hated even now. But he had no choice. He had no place to go.

Aberforth glared at his brother. "Okay, Albus… What is it, what is it you want?"

Albus had been so stunned by the rage from Aberforth he had been rendered silent. "Why are you so angry with me? We are brothers-."

"No, we're not! If I had the means I would gladly ensure we were not related, but unfortunately, I happen to like my Dumbledore heritage, even if you are one yourself! In any case… How dare you claim we're brothers?! You were never a brother to me."

"Yes, I was-!" Albus protested hotly while he tried to control his anger. He knew it would do no good here.

"Then where the fuck were you when Mother and I were struggling with Arianna? Why did you nearly drive Arianna to the point of death whenever you were around, ashamed because she was a Dumbledore, and yet she couldn't use her magic? " Aberforth sneered, wanting nothing more than to curse his so-called brother for forcing him to dredge those memories out of his mind.

"I was merely trying to help her-!"

"Help? You've never helped anyone in your life! You don't care about anyone unless they can make you more powerful, and can help you with your insane quest for personal recognition! You take a step back from every single class at Hogwarts, even removing half a dozen of them, all because you say they are unnecessary, or they're 'dark.' But we both know the truth of that, don't we? You just don't want anybody being better at magic than you, but at the same time, you don't bat an eyelid at pushing those you're interested, although you don't bother to look to the potential damage. Look at Arianna; how many times did you nearly kill her, just so then she'd produce some form of magic, even a spark. It was mental torture. I'm grateful, towards the end, Mother realised what kind of wizard you really are. Even now you haven't changed, you still meddle in people's affairs as if they are your own. You stand back, letting the likes of Fudge and Malfoy screw the magical world up even more."

Albus shook his head. "That is not true. And as for Arianna, I truly regret what I did, but I feel shame for my actions."

Aberforth snorted disdainfully. He wondered if Albus had been sucking those stupid muggle sweets for too long. He couldn't believe Albus could say something so moronic. "Oh, like you feel shame for what you and your people have done to Charlotte Potter?"

Albus winced, although he knew he should have expected this. "I-I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Of course not, but it did. You have always been the same, Albus. You never did have any common sense. Even as children, you were happy to do as you pleased, and damn the consequences. You allowed two Dark Lords to rise when you had the means of stopping them, and now you're trying to create another one, all out of a girl who was orphaned."

"No, I am not trying to create any new Dark Lord-!" Albus protested, but Aberforth wasn't having any of it.

"Really? Then why is it you've been keeping her prisoner with a family of filthy muggles? Why have you been meddling in her life, pushing her? You even allowed her to be maimed in school, for Merlin's sake! Even now, thanks to this stupid Tournament and that part of the task where the Champions personal memories would be revealed every single magical supremacist will be making an example of the rape and abuse of Charlotte Potter, the last of an old magical family, and use it to prove their points about muggles! Why in the name of Morgana, would you do all that if you weren't trying, once more, to create a Dark Lady as part of your never-ending quest for personal glory?" Aberforth demanded, glaring at his former brother furiously. "You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Albus? Actually, why the hell am I asking? You kept trying to injure Arianna so she'd show some of her magical potential, but you were causing her incredible harm. And then, not learning from your mistakes, and from the pain, you put my sister in, you tried to do it again, to children under your supposed care?!"

Aberforth leapt to his feet and he began pacing around the Hog's Head, shaking with rage. He hadn't meant to lash out as much as he had, but he couldn't care less; his brother had spent so many years with his head in the clouds, getting away with everything he did, it was good for him to finally be dragged down to Planet Earth.

Albus meanwhile was staring at his brother in shock at his words. But before Albus could say anything, plead his case, Aberforth carried on in a calmer voice.

"You're a hypocrite, Albus. An arrogant hypocrite, you constantly preach to people they should do things like forgive and forget, and you talk about sacrifice but you never think of sacrificing anything. In fact, you never have in your life. You claim to care for others, how you support muggleborns, werewolves, and yet deep down inside you couldn't care less about them. You never learn from your mistakes, and you keep on repeating them time and time again; you did it with those kids at Hogwarts who came after Tom Riddle. You ruin and destroy lives, but now it's blown up in your face. What is the ICW doing?" Aberforth finished curiously. He didn't know or think for a moment Albus would reply to his question, but it never hurt to be sure.

He was surprised when Albus looked down into his bottle. "Hogwarts and indeed the Ministry is now under investigation," he replied, "the ICW mobilised within moments of Barty Crouch Junior's confession, and they took over before Fudge could do anything."

Aberforth snorted at the mention of the Minister. He didn't doubt for a moment the little fool would be kicked out within a year, and as for the rest of the Ministry, well he didn't care for any of them. It was partially due to the man in front of him that things had become as bad as they had for years, but Bagnold, Fudge, and several others had just made things worse. Aberforth didn't want to think of the monumental mess the Ministry was in, but realistically he felt it was a good thing. And if it wasn't…. well, Aberforth Dumbledore had lived a long life. Let the youth see just how bad their world had become over the decades.

"Have they taken your titles from you?" Aberforth asked, hoping that they had. It would be good for Albus to have lost a good portion of his former political power.

"They've suspended them," Albus replied quietly.

Pity. It would have been good for you to lose them all, Aberforth thought to himself, sitting down in front of his brother once more.

"Why do you hate me, Aberforth?" Albus whispered, looking at his brother desperately.

Aberforth opened his mouth to reply, but he closed it quickly and glared at Albus in disbelief. "You abandon your responsibilities to your family, you tortured Arianna because she was a disgrace in your mind and you kept trying to make her show off magic when you knew she wasn't capable of it. You didn't lift a finger, never mind a wand to help us when Father was shipped off to Azkaban. You murdered Arianna during that duel; Grindelwald may have been mad, but he always went out of his way to treat her with kindness and decency although I wonder if he was doing it to look good. When he rose to power, you allowed hundreds to die before you got off your arse to stop the madness. When you got into the government, you got me kicked out of my job and I eventually ended up here. You used me as your own personal little confessor despite the fact you ruined my plans for my own future. Who the hell do you think you are to decide what I do with my life? I had been trying to live my life without any issue for years, and then you poked your nose into my life. You continue to ruin hundreds of lives because you see them as expendable in your quest for personal glory, and you have the nerve to ask me why I hate you?!"

With that Aberforth stood up and walked back to the counter. "Just get out of here, Albus. I never want to see or speak to you ever again, and if you do, well… I think we've both lived long lives, haven't we?"

Albus looked up aghast. Surely his brother didn't mean what he had just said- and then he saw that he did. And for the first time ever in his long life, Albus Dumbledore reflected on his actions, or rather inactions. But he didn't think he had done anything wrong aside from taking Aberforth out of a difficult job, after all that was what brothers did, right? Look out for one another. Clearly, Aberforth was being unreasonable, and as for their sister, why could no-one see he had been trying to help her?

Mystified but hurt, Albus walked out of the Hog's Head for good.