What a fantastic tale you've written here! I enjoyed every vivid word, the insightful characterizations and finally the dignity that you impart to Aberforth. It's very hard in a tale this great to single out what I enjoyed the most but I'll mention, the punch, best depiction of that ever! and these:
As far as the gathered mourners were concerned, the Dumbledore name had died with Albus. And Aberforth supposed that he would not contradict them.
Minerva had not been the only gleam of light in the dark landscape of his life, but she had been one of the brightest, might even have illuminated it entirely. If she had consented.
Minerva smiled and shook her head. Those lips were all they had once been, her green eyes were brilliant and wicked. "You're wrong, Aberforth. Everything has changed."