Alright guys, it's kinda sorta another filler chapter but really, who cares? We all know from the first two chapter thingies (that could have easily been combine into one, but whatever) things'll get more action-y. Anyway, hope you guys like it. (And -gasp- this one's longer! -Faints-)

Disclaimer:Alright-y peoples, I still don't own Harry Potter, I'm trying, it's not working, but it's probably for the best, we all know J.K. is far better than I, so I shall stick to the fan fiction…that is mine! For the most part any way…

As usual, I own none of the characters that you recognize, nor any of the world that you recognize.

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The morning sun shone in through the small, dirty window onto young Albus's face. He moaned and buried his face into his brother's shirt, the night's events still playing over and over in his head. He just couldn't shake it, nor could he shake the feeling of impending doom.

Sometime during the night, the small Russian Blue kitten had climbed out from Albus's pocket and snuggled himself in between the two sleeping brothers. He was now purring and a name tag could be seen clearly around his small throat; it read: Light Dumbledore. Light was the family pet and it was understandable that he had crawled into Albus's jacket pocket, in fact when the boys awoke, they would find it no surprise that the cat had followed them. Instead, they would be relived and over joyed that their friend was with them.

Aberforth was the first to awaken. He opened his eyes slowly and shook his head. His hand moved to fix his sandy red hair and he touched the cat. Smiling, he stroked Light's fur, who purred even more. Aberforth pulled away from his brother and slipped down the stairs and into the crowded pub. He returned with some food for the both of them. Albus, now awake, smiled at him as he entered.

"Hey Abe." he greeted him taking the bowl of ramen he was handed.

"Morning Alby." he returned his greeting and sat down next to his little brother as he took out chopsticks for both of them.

They ate without saying a word until someone knocked on their door. Aberforth set down his bowl and fixed Albus's hair as best he could before walking over and opening the door. Standing in front of him was a tall man with dark brown hair. His green eyes moved over Aberforth and then over Albus. He smiled down at the boys as Albus came to stand beside his brother.

"Aberforth, you sent for me?" he asked.

"Uncle Brian." Aberforth smiled up at him, "Yeah, thanks." Brian knelt down and hugged him.

"I am so sorry boys, but I'm here for you now."

Albus sniffled and dried his eyes with his shirt sleeve that hung over his hand. Brian walked over to him and picked him up. He held the small boy close and ran a hand through his hair. Albus sniffled again and wrapped his arms around his uncle's neck as he buried his face into his shoulder. Brian walked from the bar after thanking the barman for looking after the boys and was on his way with Aberforth at his side and Albus in his arms.

Brian was thin, but there was an air about him, one that told the boys that they were safe, that nothing could harm them, while with this man. Brian's strides were long and quick; the appearance that it gave him was one of importance as he made his way up the street. Albus was still hiding his face in the man's shirt.

They traveled by train, for aperation was something Brian thought to be too much for the boys right now, and it would be for a wile. Instead of taking the time to find a seat, the three stood, holding to one of the metal polls that stretched from ceiling to floor. When the train finally lurched to a stop, Brian stepped off the train, holding tightly to Aberforth's hand.

The three of them, with the exception of Albus, who was still being carried, walked the rest of the way until they were out of London. The countryside was calm and filled with lush green trees and grasses. The smell of the outdoors filled the young boys' nostrils as they walked on down an old, warn path. The morning sun beat down on their backs as they turned off the path and continued to walk.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, they came to an enormous house that sat in the middle of a group of tress. Brian walked forward and pushed the heavy front door open and held it for Aberforth. Albus had fallen asleep in Brian's arms and was breathing deeply and softly. Brian stepped in after Aberforth and lead him down a long entrance hall. Their shoes clicked against the hard wood floor and the dark maroon wallpaper gave the hall a sort of calm, welcoming feeling. Brian took Aberforth and the sleeping Albus upstairs to the room they would share and set the sleeping child down on the bed.

The room was a decant size, nothing too big, but not too small. The walls were black and the carpet a deep green. There was a hard wood desk against one of the walls, with a desk lamp in its corner.

It was a dark room but Aberforth didn't mind, it would make it easier for him to sleep, and it, like the hall, gave him a sort of calming feeling.

Soon there was shouting from downstairs and Brian rolled his eyes at the noise. He turned and answered Aberforth's questioning look.

"My father and wife don't get along, you'll get used to their bickering." he told him, smiling slightly. Aberforth nodded and turned to his brother, a worried look on his face.

"He never cries, just sniffles, I'm worried, he bottles it all up." he explained at his uncle's questioning look and pointed at his brother. Brian nodded and turned to the door.

"Would you like to meet your grandfather and aunt?" he asked Aberforth. Aberforth nodded and followed him out the door and down the stairs.

An old man was arguing with a young woman. The woman's hair ended just above her shoulders. It was a shinning blonde, and complemented her bright blue eyes. She looked positively annoyed with the old man and was shouting at him with such force that he looked slightly taken aback.

The man's messy, shaggy, gray hair ended halfway down his neck and his bangs fell over his grey eyes as he tried to maintain his composure and stand his ground in front of the blonde, who was now brandishing her wooden spoon and pointing it treatingly at him. Brian sighed and shook his head.

"Karin, Wulfric, please stop the bickering I beg of you." He implored them. The woman, Karin, turned to face him.

"Well, I wouldn't be yelling if dearest father of yours would quit calling me a useless hag!" she responded, stressing a sarcastic tone on the word 'dearest'. Aberforth looked thoroughly confused now and didn't bother to hide it.

"Well, would you rather me lie to your face, Karin, and call you a blessing upon this family?" the man called Wulfric growled, batting away her spoon with his rolled up news paper.

Karin let out a cry of disgust and threw her hands into the air as she walked from the hall and into the kitchen. Wulfric smirked and let his paper come out of its tight roll. "It would appear that I have won the battle." He said, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. Brian could only smirk and shake his head in amusement.

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Alright, there's chapter four for you, hope you enjoy it and get a kick outta the end -smirk- I'm gonna have a lot of fun with those two! Any way, I'm in the middle of writing chapter five, and yeah...it'll be done soon, I promise.

Thanks for reading guys!

--Alexis