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Epilogue

Severus could honestly say that for the first time in his life that he regretted what he had said to the Dumbledore brothers. While their pay back was highly unfair in many respects, it has to be said that he should never have shrugged their threat off with a clear notion that they both would forget he had mentioned it. Never again would Severus Snape underestimate the two crackpot old fools that had put him in his current disposition. One could say that he is used to dealing with slimy specimens, dark creatures and filthy situations, but THIS just took the biscuit. Severus had been forced from a comfortable evening in front of the fire, sipping fine wine with Rolanda snuggled up to his side, to endure this servitude.

With no wand to aid him and no help of any sort, Severus was just left to brood out in the dark with only the light of the moon, and one wooden torch of fire to guide him. The only comforting feeling about the whole situation was that at least he was sheltered from the forest so no werewolves or other dark creatures could find their way towards him.

"How's it going, Severus?" called an amused voice through the darkness. "Are you feeling tired yet?"

Severus composed himself before he answered the irritating question. Of course he was tired. He had been doing the demoralising job since Aberforth's 'celebratory party' had ended at lunchtime.

"I'm having a spectacular time, thank you. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed cleaning out all the filth from the Hippogriff huts," he replied peevishly, emphasising every word loud and clear.

"Excellent. We were just looking at the stars," Aberforth replied, sounding highly amused by the potion master's reply. "Jupiter is looking beautiful, if you were wondering how we were doing."

"Really? How wonderful… And here I was thinking you were beginning to envy me."

"Wherever did you get that ridiculous notion?" Albus's voice carried through the clearing, irritating Severus even more. He decided to ignore the question and scowl darkly as he slid the shovel underneath a large pile of Hippogriff dung.

"Don't worry, Severus. You will find it all worth it in the end," a female singsong voice called and laughter carried through the clearing, leaving a ringing sound in Severus's ears. Severus scowled again and vowed never to underestimate the Dumbledore brothers ever again.

"Two days until next month. I am here, old boy. Now is as good as time as any!" Aberforth argued with his brother for what seemed like the hundredth time since the competition.

"I am too busy, Aberforth!" Albus replied as he dipped his quill in to an ink well and bent over the parchment once again.

"It will only take ten to fifteen minutes, old boy. Get it over and done with!" protested Aberforth and Albus sighed and stood up in defeat.

"Fine!" Albus said with annoyance evident in his voice. "I'll be down by the lake in ten minutes."

Aberforth smirked and swept out of Albus's office as Albus organised a few papers, which he had been working on, in to a tray under his desk. Shaking his head, he motioned to Fawkes to fly over to the window. Opening his bedroom window and climbing up to sit on the ledge, Fawkes flew over and grabbed Albus's robes in his claws, then soared down to the lake. Upon arriving down by the edge of the lake, Albus saw Aberforth standing against a tree holding his wrist up near his chin counting the seconds, in which it took Albus to arrive and straighten himself up.

"You are getting ever so slow, dear brother. I was here a whole minute and twenty six seconds before you arrived." Aberforth stated eyeing his brother coolly. "Perhaps old age is starting to creep up on you?"

"Nonsense! I was just giving you a head start," Albus dismissed and began to pull off his robes and hang them on the tree. "Are you going to join me? Or are you going to behave like a disapproving granddad and sit on the sideline?"

"Don't be ridiculous! One reason I badgered you so much was because I wanted to join in!" Aberforth said in indignation and began to pull off his peach coloured robes.

"Ahh, trying to recapture your youth, old man?" Albus replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I may be an old man on the outside, but on the inside, I'm eighteen and have never been kissed!"

"If that is what makes you sleep at night," Albus conceded as he began to jog on the spot to get used to the chilling air.

"Two pints of mead and a few shots of Firewhiskey," Aberforth said with a smirk.

"I'm sorry?"

"That's what makes me sleep at night."

"Oh right, it's usually just a night cap for me." Albus replied and walked out of the edge of the forest. "Anyway, enough talk. Lets run."

"Give an old man a chance," Aberforth said slipping off his socks and ran over to where Albus was waiting.

"What ever for? You never give me a chance," Albus grinned and began to run around the edge of the lake.

"That's only because you are Mr. Perfect, you nearly always win!"

"Yes, but it's not about winning is it?"

"Oh shut up…the day a competition is not about winning is the day I will announce myself old and insane," Aberforth retorted.

"Not long then, is it?"

"It's never, actually."

"If that is what you wish to believe…"

"Yes, that is what I will believe, thank you very much…"

"Good. I must say, I do hope that none of the staff are watching…" Albus commented thoughtfully. Aberforth resisted the urge to smirk. Unbeknownst to Albus, a few feet away from the edge of the forest was the whole staff hiding in the shadows, giggling and taking photographs. Revenge was indeed very sweet…

The End.

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