The Enemy of my Enemy

The Memory of Albus Dumbledore

Author's Note: This chapter is contains scenes primarily lifted from the Deathly Hallows book.

"Hey, did you know Professor Dumbledore had a brother and sister?"

Teddie furrowed her brow at Mason, her breakfast spoon hovering in the air between her bowl and her mouth. "No," she answered. "I always assumed he was an only child. Why?"

Mason shrugged. "An Elphias Doge has written a three-page memorium to him," he said, nodding at the Daily Prophet. He had finished his breakfast a good ten minutes before and was now enjoying his time catching up on the outside world.

Teddie had asked him why he seemed to care, and while he couldn't give her a direct answer, he still found himself curious to know what was happening beyond the walls of Flint Manor.

"What kind of Memorium?" Marcus asked. He glanced at Teddie as she lowered her gaze to her cereal bowl.

A lot had happened since Dumbledore's funeral.

The world had fallen even more into chaos, Hogwarts had closed its doors for the summer and there was speculation that it wouldn't reopen in September, the Daily Prophet was releasing new articles every day, some containing new deaths within both the Muggle and Wizarding World, others concerning Teddie's identity as Faye Sutherland (a notion she had become numb to by now), and Severus Snape had been reported as MIA.

"Elphias Doge is just reciting how he met Dumbledore and became his friend at school, he mentions his brother Aberforth and sister, Ariana; also, that Dumbledore's father was imprisoned in Azkaban for attacking three Muggles..."

Teddie's head snapped up; her gaze locked on her brother. Had she just heard what she believed she had heard? Dumbledore's father had attacked three Muggles. "When did this happen?" she asked.

"A year before Dumbledore started Hogwarts," said Mason. His gaze swept across the memorium, drinking in the words he had previously red. "'For his part, Albus had arrived at Hogwarts under the burden of unwanted notoriety. Scarcely, a year previously, his father, Percival had been convicted of a savage and well-publicised attack upon three young Muggles.'"

Teddie looked down the table at Mo. "Did you know that?" she asked. It wasn't meant to sound like an accusation, and she winced as soon as the words left her mouth.

Mo smiled patiently; he knew Teddie didn't mean for it to sound as it had. "Yes, I did," he confirmed. "It is on record at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Of course, I wasn't born at the time, but the Head of Department at that time - a Eli Phinskey - would've documented the whole ordeal."

"Was he the one to arrest Dumbledore's father?" Theo asked.

"Probably," said Mo. "The Department wasn't very big back then; only a few Aurors. It was only until a few years ago that we branched out on Aurors."

"How big of a deal was it?" Teddie asked. "I mean, I remember when Morfin Gaunt attacked Tom Riddle Snr, there was a massive debate over it within the Ministry. Of course, a lot of people who hated Muggles didn't think he did anything wrong, but they still sent Bob Ogden to investigate."

"It is always a big deal when a witch or wizard attacks a Muggle," said Ursula. "Not that I agree with the sort that say this, but we are believed to be superior to them because we have magic."

"No one is superior to anyone," said Teddie, her grip tightening around her spoon.

"I know, dear," said Ursula, calmly.

Teddie sighed and went back to her breakfast. She felt horrible for snapping at Ursula, she had been doing it a lot lately, and not just with the adults, but with her friends, too. She wasn't sure why she was so edgy suddenly, but she couldn't stop the gut feeling that something bad was about to happen.