|Blue Siofra (blue_siofra) wrote in butterfly_fics,|
@ 2009-08-26 01:40:00
New Ventures or How Hog's Head Got It's Reputation
Title: New Ventures or How Hog's Head Got It's Reputation
Characters: Albus and Aberforth Dumbledore
Summary: Aberforth starts a new business venture.
Horny Goat Brewery didn’t brew Butter Beer. Or Firewhisky. Not since the 1960’s. The owner of the company still served the drinks, at his inn, which was named “The Hog’s Head”. But Aberforth’s real money maker was the business in the back room.
It all started back in the early 1930’s. Aberforth bought the Inn from its previous owner and started making his own Butterbeer and Firewhisky. He named his brewery after his favourite thing: his favourite goat, Marylyn. Goats have horns. When he started selling his beverages, business was slow, but by 1939, it was booming. Witches and Wizards came from all over the country to come and taste a glass of Horny Goat’s House Brand Firewhisky. The war against Grendelwald forced business to slow down a bit. But the locals still treasured the best Firewhisky in Hogsmeade.
His brother’s defeat of his own former-lover brought only a little relief. The Muggles were coming off of a war as well. The turn of the decade breathed a new life into businesses across Britain, but Marylyn nearly died in early 1953, and desperate not to be alone, Aberforth performed a charm that he bartered off of a young ex-Hogwarts student and avid fan of the Dark Arts. Marylyn’s life was saved, and that’s all that mattered to Abe. “The Inquiry”, as he thought about it, was completely unnecessary, and the charge brought against him, the ‘Illegal Charm on a goat’ was justified. He suspected that the Ministry didn’t really care, since they had never threatened a trip to Azkaban. Or perhaps Albus had something to do about that.
The 1960’s brought about a revolution. Nobody was certain what happened exactly, but the focus shifted quickly from Butterbeer and Firewhisky to the Free Love movement, and all the newfound Muggle drugs. Horny Goat Brewery was suddenly very lucky to make two sickles to rub together in a month. What Aberforth did have an abundance of though, were the older students of Hogwarts. They snuck down on non-Hogsmeade weekends and into his bar, looking for, well, he wasn’t sure, but he knew it wasn’t a drink.
One very late night - Abe couldn’t remember exactly when it was, but it was after a night of tense drinking with Albus- the idea had been brought up to sell condoms. Neither was sure whose idea it was at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a good one. For the more conscientious free lover, of course. Or the more sense-filled ones, at least. Abe thought he suspected that Al came up with the idea so he could have quick access to them himself. He couldn’t imagine why, since his brother hadn’t attempted a romantic tryst since he and Gellert had that big falling out all those years ago.
“Aberforth, it’s the perfect idea! You run an inn. People want to do the motion without the expense it could lead to. Offer them five for a sickle with a room! The perfect business venture!” Al had proclaimed. That was all it took. Soon, Aberforth’s change in business was known throughout Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, and the Hog’s Head obtained its current reputation.