【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Distraught, Aberforth accidentally broke another glass.Cursing under his breath, he dug his wand from the counter and tossed the pieces into the trash.By four o'clock in the afternoon, he yelled away the two or three remaining guests and shut the door.

It was snowing outside.

He ran up to the second floor and knocked on the picture frame on the fireplace.Soon, Ariana appeared, wearing a linen apron and ruddy.It was a method of communication invented by Albus, much more respectable than sticking your head into a pile of coal. "Has Albus been in touch with you lately?" Aberforth asked. "Has he been home?"

Ariana wiped her hands on her apron, "No." Ana's little head poked out from the bottom left, peering curiously, like a red-haired gopher.Her mother pressed her down, "He didn't come back, I knocked on the picture frame several times, but he didn't respond--at the end of the school year, he was probably in the office answering those little fools' questions, and this year there are three finals, I I think he must be too busy to look at the frame."

"I tapped the frame a lot too," said Aberforth gruffly. "He ignored me. Ariana, I've heard some rumors."

"rumor?"

"The rumor about Albus is not very good."

Ariana pushed her daughter's hairy head out of the frame a second time, "Not so good? What do you mean? Is something wrong with Albus? Is he sick?"

"I'm afraid. It could be worse." Aberforth paced anxiously. "I think you'd better come quickly."

Hogwarts has an unusual Christmas break this year due to the Trifinals.The vast campus is full of students running around, screaming and throwing snowballs at each other.

"Disgusting brat." Aberforth raised his eyebrows. "It's unbelievable that Albus can get along with them...not at all annoying."

Ariana pulled her cloak tighter. "Of course he won't get bored. Do you remember what Momma said? There's no one better to be a teacher than Albus, he's made for it. And," she said under her breath Voice, "He's an omega, and he likes kids."

"Don't mention that word!" Aberforth frowned, and he couldn't help thinking of the rumors among the students - the young red-haired professor got pregnant out of wedlock, but was abandoned.He lost his love and magic, hid in the dormitory behind closed doors, and washed his face with tears all day long. "If it's true... If it's my life, I'll kill that bastard too." He growled, "I'll make that gringo pay the price."

The two brothers and sisters turned around the corridor and climbed the stairs with ease.Some students looked at the strange adult wizard curiously and whispered.Soon, at the corner of the tower, Aberforth found the wooden door.The brass doorknobs were polished and gleamed in the light of the torches.

"Albus," Aberforth knocked on the door three times, "it's me, and Arianna."

No one came to answer the door.He leaned on the door panel, listened intently, and slapped hard, "Albus! Albus Dumbledore, it's me, Aberforth, your brother—"

The knock on the door echoed in the empty hallway.One of the armor hummed, "Don't bother, he's shut himself in since last Sunday, the headmaster has been here, it's no use."

"Oh, is it?" Aberforth pulled out his wand, "I don't think your headmaster will blow up anything in the school, but I will." He raised his voice, "Albus, if you don't open the door again, I will blow it up." Here. I'll count to three, three, two, one—"

Just a second before he uttered the spell, the door opened.The armor let out an "oh", swayed and giggled, "So he's not dead."

"My brother is alive and well, but you may not be. I will dismantle you when I come out later, smash it into pieces and throw it into the Black Lake." Aberforth glanced at it and walked in first.

In many ways, as Ariana said, Albus is indeed an omega: he likes to clean, he loves to decorate the home.In the impression of Aberforth's several visits, this small teacher's dormitory is warm and comfortable, with glass vases on the fireplace, always filled with bright flowers; the sofa cushions are fluffy and soft, although the taste of floral fabrics is really A little weird, but it doesn't detract from the overall beauty; not to mention the sweets and snacks in the small baskets on the round wooden table, and the tea caddy of various shapes-this is a nest, Aberforth privately thinks, and Albus is in it. Nest building, like some kind of bird, diligently bringing back beautiful shiny stones and feathers, waiting to form a cozy little home with another bird and raise its young.But now the atmosphere of the past in this small den is gone, and although the floor is spotless, Aberforth smells a distinct smell of strong alcohol.

"Albus," he and Ariana looked at each other, and they both shook their heads at the same time, "Albus, it's us."

The wooden door slammed shut, blocking the cold wind.A house-elf appeared from behind the armchair, his big ears drooping listlessly, "Dear guest, Master Albus he—"

She wasn't wearing a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it, and she was wearing a well-fitting uniform. "Are you Albus's house-elf?" Aberforth asked curiously. "I don't remember him having an elf, and besides, his salary can't support him."

"Ruanruan likes Master Albus." said the elf, with tears in her big eyes, "Master Albus doesn't eat, and he doesn't eat the food cooked by Ruanrou." Beating the floor, "Bad Ruanrou! Ruanrou doesn't know how to let the master eat! It's all Ruanrou's fault, it makes the master sad! He won't let Ruanrou into his bedroom—"

Aberforth had never been able to deal with such small things, and he left the softness to Ariana, and pushed open the bedroom door unceremoniously.The smell of wine was getting stronger, the curtains were hanging down, and the snowflake-like peppermint wrappers and ice toad boxes were thrown on the ground, and the wine bottles were tilted here and there.He grabbed a bottle and sniffed it. It was Muggle gin.Albus would have a few drinks when he was relaxing and never got drunk.But Aberforth counted the number of wine bottles, and began to deeply suspect that his self-disciplined elder brother was drinking spirits as water these days.

"Albus," Aberforth lifted the curtain, "Albus, get up!"

A person was wrapped in the quilt, looking haggard and bloodless.Albus opened his bleary eyes, his lips trembling.He grabbed the quilt, his red hair was messily knotted, his round cheeks were sunken, "...is that you?"

"It's me, Aberforth." Aberforth unceremoniously pulled his brother up from the tangled blanket. "Who do you think I am?" Come in.The crying of the house elf stopped, Ariana said a few words of comfort, and then rushed in, suddenly startled by the candy wrappers all over the floor.

"Albus!" She flushed violently. "For God's sake, what's going on here?"

"As you can see, he eats peppermints for his meal," cried Aberforth. "And wine! Merlin's beard, our genius has learned to drink! Look how much he drank." He said Let those bottles line up and jump up on the desk, "Saint, you ain't afraid to drink yourself into St. Mungo's!"

"Don't call me a saint!" Albus suddenly yelled, trembling all over, "Fuck—" He seemed to wake up, smiled at his stunned siblings, and his tone became calm, "Sorry, I mean ..." He lowered his head abruptly and covered his face with his hands.