Another short update!

Authoress: Ok. Ok! I Give up! I really am JK Rowling! MWUAHAHAHA! I own Harry Potter, Ronald! Hermione, Ginny! DRACO! And anybody else in this story! But I especially own DRACO!

Ron: why especially Draco? Aren't I good enough for you:pouts:

Parvati: Ronald Weasley! Must I remind you that you are married? Do you wamt ME to REMIND YOU exactly to whom you are married to!

Ron::stutters: umm…no h..honey, I know I'm yours and only yours!

Parvati: You've got that right!

Ginny: hmm.. see Draco? I told you you were hot! Even the authoress likes you!

Draco:Sweatdrops:… :thinks, then smiles: But of course, the reason the authoress picked me is because of my beautiful noble face!

Harry: Must I be the voice of reason?.. first of all Miss whoever you are, you are not JK, nor could you ever be. Second of all, why would you pick Draco over me, he is a righteous pompous silly git!

Draco: looking around;; Who dares call me a righteous pompous silly git! You! Should have known it'd be you Potter:: thinks heavily: Well, I'll forgive you this once for that overly gross misconception, after all I AM more beautiful than you!

Harry: Like I'd like to be called Beautiful! I'd like to think that I am ruggedly handsome!

Authoress: ;:aside: I'll use this time to say, I AM SO SORRYY! I'm truly not JK Rowling! It is only that in my dreams, I have switched places with JK and have written all those fantabulous books. Which I'm sorry to say this story deviates from since the fourth book! So on with the story:

Chapter 13

Harry looked around at the humble cottage he was currently entering and smiled.

" One would think from this setting that you were barely able to make a living, you have the bare essentials and nothing more. But you aren't dirt poor are you, old Abe? If one looked in your Gringotts account, one could say that you are living high off the hog, eh?"

"That's tosh Potter, don't be foolish, how could I possibly have that much money?" Aberforth's serious face could have fooled anyone but Harry Potter, and he started to laugh, When he controlled himself his mouth continued to twitch belying the words he uttered next,

"Potter, you are bad for my image, just ask your question and leave,"

Harry loved this reticent, grumpy old man. During the war old Abe, had been invaluable in helping to train Harry and the rest of the young order members. He had trained them on defensive and offensive curses, he'd been adamant on the fact that there were no such thing as purely dark spells. He'd taught them many dark spells, because he said that it was in the caster's intent that it had the potential to become dark or not. Harry at first had been reluctant to try them because he feared his own power and he didn't want to be tempted into going very deep into the dark magics, so much so that he would be unrecognizable when he resurfaced. Aberforth had taken the time to talk to Harry to make him realize that not everything was black and white and that sometimes you just had to have faith in oneself and stay true to the commitment in one's own heart.

"Well since I'm so bad for your image I'd just like to ask you if you know of any spell that could bypass even the new anti-glamour charm that is in use now? I don't want anybody to know where I am or who I am at any given time."

"Well lad, first off I'd like to know where you are off to and why you would need such a powerful sleuthing spell, I won't be handing any pearls of wisdom until I know to what use they will be put to. You better not be off to do stupid heroics without consideration of your own safety."

"No Aberforth, I cannot tell you exactly what I am doing but I can assure you that it is not stupidly and unselfishly Gryffindorish as you Slytherins like to say. It is actually for my own good, and if it benefits others that is a fringe perk." Harry's previous surface liveliness completely fell off his face and the seriousness of his request and the importance of a positive answer hung over both their heads.

Aberforth loathed showing concern for others unless he benefited from helping them, yet Harry Potter was different. It was not the usual "difference" that was noticed, a.k.a Harry's power. Harry was different in that he was utterly and totally selfless, and now that he professed that he was doing something selfish, it bothered Aberforth, there must be another reason to this sudden request for a concealment/glamour charm.

" Harry, you realize that such a spell would require a great amount of energy? That your magical strength will be sapped as well as your physical? It may take you days to recover. On top of that, do you realize that if you are ever discovered by the ministry officials that are not friends of yours, especially the few death eaters that managed to escape from prison sentences because there was no concrete evidence, they would just jump with joy to interfere with any of your plans? And that even if they don't manage to actually bring you to trial, they could still be a very great nuisance in these plans of yours?" the reticent man had completely abandoned his habitual attitudes and was beginning to sound very much like his younger brother Albus… Aberforth Dumbledore, like his foolishly soft brother, Albus, could not endure seeing Harry in trouble. He would help.