12 November Third for the Old part II

[I changed the name from Aberoth to Aberfroth Dumbledore, I was under the impression his name was the prior]

She would tear open the pea and throw the pod seeds for the pigeons.

And then another, and then another and another and another and then another.

Beside her, the bench was open for people to sit, although no one was taking that offer.

"Good morning," She said in a grandmotherly voice, one would inadvertently smile from the greeting.

"Good morning." Replied the gruff voice, even if it was two in the afternoon.

Eren was eating his ice cream in peace.

"Rough life?" The old woman, asked, staring at Eren's amputated limbs and eye.

"This is worth it."

"You look sad, what saddens you, grandson?"

"I am treating myself with a dessert, what makes you think I am sad?"

"I have had grandchildren of your age, and I have been an exemplary elder to all- most of them." Eren refocused on his ice cream.

"Today is the birthday of my friend- my best friend."

"What happened to your friend?"

"He died. We broke our friendship on bad terms." She again fed peas to pigeons.

"My grand-nephew broke up with my honorary grandson, that broke our family and all of them walked on a path they never wanted."

"You should not share private information with strangers, grandmother."

"I should not, but there are a lot of things I shouldn't. I once was proud of my familial relationships. Seven brothers, thirteen nephews and nieces. And then their sons and daughters. Now not one of them remains in my life. What is life in old age but a regretful tale?"

"Estranged?"

"Most dead, the wizarding wars were too hard on my family. The remaining, Yes, Estranged. Most do not want to associate with the Dark Lord's great grand aunt- or something along those lines."

"I expected more from you, I happen to have a feud with your relatives."

"You will kill an innocent old women?"

"Today I just came for stories of him, if you would like to tell tales of the Dark Lord and his acquaintances- and to get your autograph on this." Eren half stands to get Hogwarts: A History from his inner pocket.

"Only if you treat this old lady some ice cream."

"Old age really strikes like a second childhood."

Aberfroth opens the letter he expected.

I was informed of your request to meet me, and I too want to meet you. However, due to my goals and orientation, I will only comply with the meeting if utmost secrecy is to be maintained, for which I demand your oath of the same. You could remove me from Heirship, which I do not care for but the only terms for which I will agree to the meeting is the oath.

If you agree, the meeting will take place on the twenty-fifth of December, at Florish and Blotts before we move to elsewhere.

Heir Dumbledore >

Aberfroth folded the letter. He was confused as to what to do for a moment, but it became clear just after.

Meeting Heir Dumbledore was... needed and wanted. He would do anything for his grandson (or nephew if Albus decided to get busy and changed his preferences midlife.)

He had already lost everything he could lose. Arianna died whether by the Obscurus within her or by one of the spells in the duel between him, Albus and Gellert, Father was sent to Azkaban after killing muggles and then died in the same prison, Mother died due to the shock, Love of life left for the US and died there.

Then comes his son, who Aberfroth did not know existed until his death was sealed. Aurelius Dumbledore, an Obscurus again died before him. And Albus was Albus.

This Heir Dumbledore was his last chance for repentance, for forgiveness, for him to know what it feels to love someone or to feel anything at all.

He was an old man, but deep down he just wanted out of this. Why could he just not be born a muggle? Magic was fascinating but he did not want the fascination, he wanted a family and this could be- No, this was the last chance for him.

Last chance.

An unbreakable vow, oath he would give anything for this last time.

I comply with your wishes for secrecy and will give my oath for it. I agree to any of your terms for the meeting

Aberfroth Dumbledore>

"Thank you for your time, Bathilda." Eren pocketed the letter, a swift response from Aberfroth.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Bathilda gave the signed copy of her book back to Eren.

"After all this, let's meet. Mrs. Bagshot"

"What-" "Obliviate." A white light enveloped the old lady Bathilda, and her stable eyes turned curious, as they were when Eren first met her.

"Oh, it's nighty time! Young man, what are you doing here?"

"I was just offering you some Ice cream."

"Are you an idiot? I will get sick if I eat ice cream on a cold night."

"Well, no harm done. Have a nice evening, Mrs. Bagshot." Eren stood up, walking with his cane.

"What a nice young man. He reminds me of someone."

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