Aberforth Dumbledore Son Novels & Stories

Severus's face was pale with anger, his fists clenching tightly. Robert pulled a stack of reports and said, "These documents can confirm that he's Albert's son! "As for his expulsion from the family, it was revoked shortly after it happened. I just never found him in time to bring him back." Severus could no longer hold back his rage and began to laugh maniacally. "So that's how it is. You've known that he's Harry all along! "No wonder you can't hold him accountable despite knowing how ruthless and cruel he is."

Catherine led her to other rooms, the ceremonial rooms, the pack meeting room that contained the alpha’s throne room which she only pointed to her from outside as it was locked and other rooms which she took no interest to know what they stood for. “Who are those?” Eleanor asked pointing to the portrait of a man and a woman with a little boy in between them. They were all smiles. “That is the formal Alpha and Luna, Alpha Arthur’s parents. And that is him, the little boy.” Eleanor took a step closer. She started briefly into the picture portrait. “He looked sensible when younger…what about his parents, they don’t stay in this house with him?” “They are dead.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t t

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

(James' Pov) I bowed my head down as I stared at the floor in regret, not knowing what to do. "If I end up leaving this Academy, my career will be ruined and all the decades of my hard work will be in vain." I thought in my head. I didn't want to let that happen so I began contemplating how I would apologise to Doris. Just as I was hesitating to beg for mercy, I heard a familiar voice calling me from the front. That was the voice of my son, Abraham, as I looked up and saw his worried expression. Abraham was a moon wolf and also an Iron Claw warrior.

“You see, that’s the thing, Dad. Everyone assumes Celine, that’s his deceased wife’s name, died before giving birth to Arthur’s child. But I have living proof that wasn’t the case.” Paul’s eyebrows draw low. “What are you on about now?” “I couldn’t tell you until I got the positive test results back from the lab. But now it’s confirmed.” He turns to me and gives a flourishing wave toward me. “I present to you, Abigail Winchester, daughter of Arthur and Celine Winchester.”

Damien, oblivious to the tension in the room, was curiously wandering around, mesmerized by the large fish tank in the corner. Arthur, sensing Albert's inner turmoil, pressed on gently. "What is your full name? And your son's?" Arthur asked, his gaze once again drifting towards Damien. "I'm Albert Andreev, and he's my son, Damien," Albert replied, his eyes following his son's every move. "Do you have any other children?" Arthur inquired. Albert's expression softened as he thought of his family. "The second one will be here in a few months," he said, his attention momentarily shifting to Damien before turning back to Arthur, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What exactly do you want to know?" he

My wolf's dominance radiated outward, a palpable force that had pack members lowering their gazes instinctively. The headmaster waited in his office, an elderly wolf with silver streaking his temples. His confident posture crumbled the moment I entered. "Alpha King Thorne," he greeted, voice trembling. "Ms. Rivers. I cannot express how deeply I regret this situation." "Where is my son?" I demanded, Luke's growl rumbling beneath my words. The headmaster flinched. "He was collected by Elder Foster, sir. The child's paternal great-grandfather." Beside me, Elara made a strangled sound. "What?"

He was taken aback by my tone, "Tell me, please." "His little son, Malric, was required for a forbidden spell. In Malric's blood is the potion that keeps this dark magic running for dcades and in my son's," he shook his head, "in my son's is what can turn this potion into a cure. Alruin is born with something special, a fluid in his veins known to only to primordials. I was so close to Sabeleon before all this that I was stupid enough to tell him about my son. Malric is what we need to stop Sabeleon's madness, but he needs my son." I swallowed hard and backed away. That's why Malric is the bloodbearer. And that's why I must do what Marla says I must to him when the time comes.

“Why? Do you know who he is? Who is he?” Josh took some time to say it but when he did, we were all left pale and breathless. “Darius is the son of the late Queen Agatha. He’s Arthur’s half-brother, Anna. He’s practically entitled to the throne. If Arthur dies, he’s next in line. That’s what this means. That’s what all of this means!” I sat on the bed and touched my forehead. By. The. Goddess.

"He can't do this to me." "He'll show up." Both went down the stairs. Finally they reached the ground floor and continued on, heading towards the castle's main door. They walked through the castle door and there at the foot of the door were Arthur and a few of his companions, Beatrice with the baby in her arms, but no Archie. Up ahead was a carriage already prepared for Dylan's departure. "Dylan! My son!" said Arthur, as soon as Dylan joined him. "Father!" Dylan bowed slightly.