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I promised Hagrid I wouldn't try to steal any of the characters. I promise I won't force any of them to leave Hogwarts without permission. I own nothing, I just borrow and throw them back for the next writer to use.

AND NOW ON TO OUR STORY: Chapter 2

Meanwhile…

At the oposite end of the castle and up by a long, tall tower…

"Alberforth! Just the Dumbledore I was looking for," the voice came from a very tall twinkly-eyed wizard with a long blonde hair pulled back in a leather strap.

"Are there anymore of us in this school Albus?" Alberforth asked his little brother. "Is there?" Alberforth has a confused expression on his face as he started to count on his fingers and mumble to himself.

"No dear brother, there are only 2 of us as far as I know," Albus snickered. He loved his older brother dearly, but found his sibling to be something of a dolt. "Don't hurt yourself counting; Mother has not had anymore children."

"It would be nice though wouldn't it Albus?" Alberforth grinned his smile lighting up his rugged good looks. "I love babies, don't you?"

"They are nice Alberforth, but mother and father have already told us that as soon as we are out of school they wish to start travelling the world."

Alberforth, as usual, don't seem to be listening. "A little sister. That would be nice. I've always fancied the name Cinderella. That's a pretty name, don't you think so?"

"That's from the story I started to read to you and the house-elves last night," Albus shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"But you didn't finish it," Alberforth insisted.

"Oh, I guess I forgot how it ended…"

"You fell asleep," Albus reminded his brother.

"Oh of course."

"I can tell you the end if you would like to go into the forest with me. I'm going to collect some bindleroot for the potions master, the poor old man can't seem to make it in there anymore so I told him I'd do it," Albus said putting on his robe and readying himself for the forest at night.

"Can we see the unicorns Albus?" Alberforth followed his brother through the corridor and down the ever moving stairs.

"I suppose so," Albus shrugged.

"Good, I would like to collect a tail hair for our sister's wand. Wouldn't that be nice ? I'll collect some holly wood too and you can make it. You are a whiz At making wands Albus," Alberforth went on as he walked through the castle with his little brother.

"We don't have a…"

"Thumbelina will love a wand made by her own two brothers," Alberforth said dreamily.

Albus decided it wasn't worth arguing about. Besides, he enjoyed his brothers ramblings, except when he went on about goats. "I thought her name is Cinderella?"

"That's the baby's name Albus, the ten year old will need a wand first. You can't give a baby a magic wand. In fact Headmaster Dippet thinks I'm still too immature to handle a wand. Do you agree Albus?" Alberforth asked seriously.

"You know not all magic can be made from wands brother. You have a very special magic and it comes from your work with the creatures," Albus decided to be diplomatic.

"Except snakes, I don't like snakes," Alberforth shivered and followed his brother out of the courtyard towards the gameskeepers cabin. The night sky was dazzlingly bright tonight with thousands of stars and even some planets visible in the blueish blackness.

"Well, hardly anyone does. Except for Slytherins of course," Albus laughed. He kept walking but Alberforth stopped dead in his tracks. Albus turned to glance at his brother, "uh, what's wrong, why did you stop?"

"I just remembered I forgot something. Something to do with Slytherins…" Alberforth scratched his curly blonde head and closed his eyes in concentration.

"Slytherins? I don't think you have anything to do with Slytherins. I mean they don't often like Hufflepuffs," Albus told his brother.

"But there is something. Something about London. Do I have anything to do in London Albus?" he asked his little brother.

"I don't think so. But if you want to go back to your common room, maybe that'll spark your memory," Albus told him.

"I'd much rather visit the unicorns. I'm sure it wasn't important. I hardly ever have anything important to do," Alberforth said and walked to catch up with his brother.

"The unicorns will be pleased to see you," Albus said.

"They like girls much better," Alberforth noted.

"Who doesn't?" Albus teased with a wink and a twinkle.