Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 2

Sunday Mornings were quiet in the Dumbledore household. Neither Lucille or Aberforth worked Sundays so they typically could be found lounging around the apartment or exploring the village.

However, this week was an exception. Lucy, full of excitement, woke up early to cook breakfast before the pair's trip to London. She made eggs, scones, and sausages, something easy but protein-filled to get them through the day.

"Smells delicious," Aberforth smiled as he ventured into the kitchen. "What're we cooking?" He peered over Lucille's shoulder and went to snag a sausage from the frying pan. He was met with a smack on the wrist and a deadly glare.

"They're not done yet!" Lucy complained, pointing for him to go sit down.

"Sorry, dear," he chuckled, squeezing her shoulder. He sat down at the kitchen table and read the daily prophet as the food was being prepared.

"What's in the prophet today?" Lucy asked as she divvied up the food onto two separate plates.

"More on Harry Potter, that poor boy can't seem to catch a break." Aberforth frowned. "Thank you, dear." He picked up his fork and began eating.

"What are they on about now?" Lucy sighed taking her seat beside her adopted uncle.

"They're calling him The Boy Who Lied," Aberforth grumbled, throwing the paper down. "The ministry is daft."

"Mhm, we've always known that," Lucy mused, "hurry up and eat so we can go."

"Right, right, London today," Aberforth grinned. "Muggle or Magical?"

"Maybe a bit of both?" Lucy said with a glint in her eye.

"Well alright then, we have to stop at Gringotts though, we should take some money out for school shopping."

Lucy nodded. She would be needing new sets of robes for the upcoming school year, she had outgrown her previous pair.

"Lucy, can you get the door, I'm going to get dressed," Aberforth said, staring at the door to the apartment. Lucy hadn't even heard someone knock, they rarely got visitors, not many people knew where the door to the apartment was located, besides the other employees, of course, but they never knocked.

"Ok," Lucy stood, wiping her hands before heading to the entrance.

"Hi, Albus," She smiled as she saw the old man, she opened the door wider and stepped aside to let him in. "How can we help you?"

"Good morning Ms. Evans," Albus Dumbledore said politely, "I'm just here to discuss a matter with my brother, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." His eyes flickered to the breakfast dishes on the table.

"Oh, not at all," Lucy smiled, picking up the plates and placing them into the sink. "We were just finishing, we're heading to London today."

"Oh, going school shopping already?" Albus raised his eye.

"Not quite yet, just a day trip." Lucy said, "would you like a cup of tea? Aberforth should be out shortly."

"A cup of tea sounds lovely, thank you, my dear." Albus sat down at the table while Lucille busied herself preparing tea.

Aberforth emerged from his quarters looking much more put together then he had before.

"Albus," he said gruffly, sitting down across from his brother.

"Aberforth, I trust you got my letter," Albus smiled.

"Yes, Aberforth sighed, I wasn't expecting you this soon."