Aberforth Dumbledore stayed on the opposite side of the panel hiding the tub while Ana took a bath. The flat above the Hog's Head was very small. One room with a toilet and sink, separated by a fold out panel, bed with a nightstand and a closet. There wasn't much inside, but it was better than living in captivity. Afterward, Aberforth found some old oversized muggle shirt for her to wear. Once she was clean and comfortable, Aberforth began signing to her over her soup and bread. Ana was so surprise she hadn't even registered what he said.
"It's all right. My sister was…well, we had to use WSL with her so I'm familiar enough to hold a conversation. My brother told me about you. About a year ago I guess. Right before he died. Seemed to think you were something important for someone to know about. Maybe he thought you would get yourself in trouble, hm?"
Ana couldn't help but stare. They were so alike. They looked the same, talked the same. Aberforth may have been a little stockier and slightly unkempt by comparison, but it was like talking with the headmaster again. Once she got over her daze, Ana laid her spoon down in the half full bowl and responded. 'I'm not sure. He seemed to think Harry would get in trouble. He told me things Harry wasn't supposed to know. Apparently he did the same to you.'
"It sounds like you were supposed to stick together. What happened?"
Ana tried to consider her answer carefully. She recalled every wrong that had been done to her, every abuse she had endured. Every little tear within her heart that could only be mended by coming face to face with him again…
He had asked her what happened. Her fingers slowly traced a symbol in the air, warmed by the small fireplace, and would not meet Aberforth's crystal blue eye. 'Everything.'