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Harry
wanted
him
with
all
his
heart
to
say
"
Yes
,
"
but
somehow
the
simple
word
would
not
rise
to
his
lips
,
Aberforth
seemed
to
know
what
he
was
thinking
.
"
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
.
"
The
old
man
's
eyes
traveled
to
the
painting
of
the
girl
over
the
mantelpiece
.
It
was
,
now
Harry
looked
around
properly
,
the
only
picture
in
the
room
.
There
was
no
photograph
of
Albus
Dumbledore
,
nor
of
anyone
else
.
"
Mr.
Dumbledore
,
"
said
Hermione
rather
timidly
.
"
Is
that
your
sister
?
Ariana
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Aberforth
tersely
.
"
Been
reading
Rita
Skeeter
,
have
you
,
missy
?
"
Even
by
the
rosy
light
of
the
fire
it
was
clear
that
Hermione
had
turned
red
.
"
Elphias
Doge
mentioned
her
to
us
,
"
said
Harry
,
trying
to
spare
Hermione
.
"
That
old
berk
,
"
muttered
Aberforth
,
taking
another
swig
of
mead
.
"
Thought
the
sun
shone
out
of
my
brother
's
every
office
,
he
did
.
Well
,
so
did
plenty
of
people
,
you
three
included
,
by
the
looks
of
it
.
"
Harry
kept
quiet
.
He
did
not
want
to
express
the
doubts
and
uncertainties
about
Dumbledore
that
had
riddled
him
for
months
now
.
He
had
made
his
choice
while
he
dug
Dobby
's
grave
,
he
had
decided
to
continue
along
the
winding
,
dangerous
path
indicated
for
him
by
Albus
Dumbledore
,
to
accept
that
he
had
not
been
told
everything
that
he
wanted
to
know
,
but
simply
to
trust
.
He
had
no
desire
to
doubt
again
;
he
did
not
want
to
hear
anything
that
would
deflect
him
from
his
purpose
.
He
met
Aberforth
's
gaze
,
which
was
so
strikingly
like
his
brothers
'
:
The
bright
blue
eyes
gave
the
same
impression
that
they
were
X-raying
the
object
of
their
scrutiny
,
and
Harry
thought
that
Aberforth
knew
what
he
was
thinking
and
despised
him
for
it
.
