Decided to do the titles in my language. Here's all of them.

'xvonal lu pemerefer' - 'dindinij lu ssasala' - 'terieo lu (odeyiy) azxaban' - 'gpananuu lu hesszen' - surfat lu hesszentromrox' - 'para-ssozun heto' - 'xajarten yisetTiy' :D

A Caterwauling Alarm rang and Death Eaters had descended upon their area, but they had slipped under the cloak just in time. Because the Death Eaters couldn't see them, they summoned the Death Eaters and Harry sent out his Patronus to chase them away. He was shocked and he heard a gasp from Theo when a small deer took off instead of his falcon. They didn't have time to get emotional and stricken with desire.

Someone shouted, "It's him, down there, down there, I saw a Patronus, it was a deer, Nott!"

They were running out of places to hide, but Harry ignored Theodore's insistence they run. Then a man was holding a door open and whispering, "Potter, in here, quick!"

Harry barely hesitated before rushing inside.

"Upstairs, keep the Cloak on, keep quiet!" The owner of the Hog's Head insisted and they did as they were bidden. They crept towards a window and peered down at the interaction between the Hog's Head owner and the Death Eaters.

"So what?" He was bellowing at one of them. "So what? You send dementors down my street, I'll send a Patronus back at 'em! I'm not having 'em near me, I've told you that, I'm not having it!"

"That wasn't your Patronus!" A Death Eater said. "That was a deer, it was Nott's!"

"Deer!" Roared the barman and he pulled out a wand. "Deer! You idiot...Expecto Patronum!"

Something huge and horned erupted from the wand and charged down the High Street.

"That's not what I saw..." Said the Death Eater, but he didn't sound as certain.

"Curfew's been broken, you heard the noise." Another Death Eater spoke up. "Someone was out in the street against regulations..."

"If I want to put my cat out, I will, and be damned to your curfew!"

"You set off the Caterwauling Charm?"

"What if I did? Going to cart me off to Azkaban? Kill me for sticking my nose out my own front door? Do it, then, if you want to! But I hope for your sakes you haven't pressed your little Dark Marks and summoned him. He's not goint to like being called here for me and my old cat, is he, now?"

"Don't you worry about us." Another Death Eater cut in. "Worry about yourself, breaking curfew!"

"And where will you lot traffick potions and poisons when my pub's closed down? What'll happen to your little sidelines then?"

"Are you threatening...?"

"I keep my mouth shut, it's why you come here, isn't it?"

"I still say I saw a deer Patronus!" Shouted the first Death Eater.

"Deer?" The barman roared. "It's a goat, idiot!"

"All right, we made a mistake," The second snapped. "Break curfew again and we won't be so lenient!"

After the Death Eaters had gone and they'd drawn the curtains shut tight, Harry and Theodore quickly removed the cloak and waited for the barman to finish locking up and to come up the stairs. Harry's eyes washed over the room quickly and he saw a mirror next to a picture of a girl.

"You bloody fools," The barman said as he entered the room. "What were you thinking, coming here?"

"Thank you." Harry spoke quickly. "We can't thank you enough. You saved our lives."

Harry swallowed as he stared at the man's eyes, recognizing them. "It's your eye I've been seeing in the mirror. You sent Dobby."

The barman nodded and looked around for the elf. "Thought he'd be with you. Where've you left him?"

"He was badly injured." Harry explained. "Lucius Malfoy...cast a spell...he's recovering, we hope, with the Weasleys."

"Hope he gets better then. I like that elf."

"You're Aberforth."

He didn't confirm or deny this as he bent to light the fire.

Harry reached over to touch the twin mirror. "How did you get this? I thought Sirius had it."

"Bought it from Dung 'bout a year ago. Albus told me what it was and thought I should keep it instead of Black. Been trying to keep an eye out for you."

Harry didn't say anything for a moment and Aberforth took this to mean he should start.

"Right then...we need to think of the best way to get you out of here."

"We're not leaving." Harry interrupted him. "We need to get into Hogwarts."

"Don't be stupid, boy."

"I'm not. I have to go."

"What you've got to do..."

"I know what I have to do." Harry said even sterner than before. "Dumbledore...I mean, your brother...wanted us..."

"My brother Albus wanted a lot of things," Aberforth interjected. "And people had a habit of getting hurt while he was carrying out his grand plans. You get away from this school, Potter, and out of the country if you can. Forget my brother and his clever scehmes. He's gone where none of this can hurt him, and you don't owe him anything."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Theo said coolly and Harry cast him an ungrateful glare.

"You don't understand."

"Oh, don't I?" Aberforth asked quietly. "You don't think I understand my own brother? Think you knew Albus better than I did?"

"I didn't mean that." Harry quickly amended. "It's...he left me a job."

"Did he now? Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?"

Theodore gave a snort that said it all: of course it wasn't.

"I-it's not easy, no." Harry said. "But I've got to..."

"'Got to'?" Why 'got to'? He's dead, isn't he? Let it go, boy, before you follow him! Save yourself!"

"Seconding that."

Harry gave Theodore another scowl.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I...but you're fighting too, you're in the Order of the Phoenix..."

"I was." Aberforth shrugged. "The Order of the Phoenix is finished. You-Know-Who's won, it's over, and anyone who's pretending different's kidding themselves. It'll never be safe for you here, Potter, he wants you too badly. So go abroad, go into hiding, save yourself. Best take him with you." He jerked a thumb at Theo. "He'll be in danger long as he live now everyone knows he's been working with you...course...doesn't look like he wants to stay here without you."

"I can't leave." Harry insisted. "I've got a job..."

"Give it to someone else!"

"I can't. It's got to be me, Dumbledore explained it all..."

"Oh, did he now? And did he tell you everything, was he honest with you?"

Harry couldn't answer.

"I knew my brother, Potter. He learned secrecy at our mother's knee. Secrets and lies, that's how we grew up, and Albus...he was a natural."

There was an awkward silence before Harry finally motioned to the picture. "Is that your sister? Ariana?"

"Yes...been reading Rita Skeeter, have you?"

"Elphias Doge mentioned her to us." Harry corrected.

"That old berk. Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did. Well, so did plenty of other people, you included, by the looks of it, Potter."

There was another long pause and then Theodore spoke and what he said baffled Harry, "Professor Dumbledore cared about Harry a lot."

"Did he now?" Aberforth asked. "Funny thing, how many of the people my brother cared about very much ended up in a worse state than if he'd left 'em well alone."

"What do you mean?" Harry questioned.

"Never you mind."

"Is a serious thing to say." Theodore replied calmly. "Are you...talking about your sister?"

The story poured out of Aberforth like liquid how the Muggle boys had seen his sister performing magic and then attacked her. Then how his father had gone after them and punished them before going to Azkaban without explaining why because he didn't want Ariana locked in St. Mungo's for the rest of her life. He went on about how they moved and their mother tried to hide Ariana from everyone, for their safety and her own. Then there was the accident and Ariana had killed their mother unintentionally. Albus insisted on taking care of Ariana because he wanted Aberforth, who had opted to drop from Hogwarts to care for his sister, to finish school, but Albus didn't really want to. He felt his brilliance was being wasted here caring after his sister when he could have been on adventures with Doge. Then he met Grindelwald and they were planning all these adventures and were just going to take Ariana with them. Aberforth knew this wouldn't be good for Ariana and he argued with them. Grindelwald began to torture Aberforth, but Albus tried to stop him. They broke into a three-way duel and then someone's spell hit Ariana and she was dead. Grindelwald fled.

"And Albus was free, wasn't he?" Aberforth told them. "Free of the burden of his sister, free to become the greatest wizard of the..."

"He was never free." Harry interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Never." Harry repeated. "The night that your brother died, he drank a potion that drove him out of his mind. He started screaming, pleading with someone who wasn't there. 'Don't hurt them, please...hurt me instead.' He thought he was back there with you and Grindelwald, I know he did. He thought he was watching Grindelwald hurting you and Ariana...it was torture to him, if you'd seen him then, you wouldn't say he was free."

After a long pause, Aberforth said, "How can you be sure, Potter, that my brother wasn't more interested in the greater good than in you? How can you be sure you aren't dispensable, just like my little sister?"

"Love can produce terrible things sometimes..." Theodore whispered.

"Love?" Aberforth shot. "If he loved him, why didn't he tell him to hide, then? Why didn't he say to him, 'Take care of yourself, here's how to survive'?"

"Because," Harry said before Theodore could. "Sometimes you've got to think about more than your own safety! Sometimes you've got to think about the greater good! This is war!"

"You're seventeen, boy!"

"I'm of age, and I'm going to keep fighting even if you've given up!"

"Who says I've given up?"

"'The Order of the Phoenix is finished'." Harry repeated. "'You-Know-Who's won, it's over, and anyone who's pretending different's kidding themselves."

"I don't say I like it, but it's the truth!"

"No, it isn't. Your brother knew how to finish You-Know-Who and he passed the knowledge on to me. I'm going to keep going until I succeed...or I die. (Theodore jumped at this, so hard that it was impossible not to notice.) D-Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years." He waited for only a moment and then plowed on, "We need to get into Hogwarts. If you can't help us, we'll wait till daybreak, leave you in peace, and try to find a way in ourselves. If you can help us...well, now would be a great time to mention it."

Aberforth stared at Harry for a very long time in deep thought. Then he stood, walked around the table, and approached the portrait of Ariana.

"You know what to do."

:D