All Tied Together

He Meets THEM

Tom was left alone in Dumbledore's office. He tried to open the door, but it would not budge. Tom started to pace the room. Why did Dumbledore have swords? Why was he having Tom cooped up in this office? If Dumbledore knew more about Tom than Tom thought he did then he should know that Tom can take care of himself, so why is he acting like Tom is some muggle wench that is unable to perform a simple spell? Tom wanted to know what the hell was going on, not be left in the dust.

Tom walked towards the door and grabbed his wand from his holder, he pointed it at the door and concentrated. Dumbledore was a powerful wizard, everybody knew that, so Tom had to concentrate hard to be able to pull this off. Tom cleared his mind of any thought and pointed his wand at the door handle, "Alohomora" he mumbled. Tom reached for the door handle and went to open it. It opened without a struggle.

Tom smirked to himself and walked out of the door. Tom felt for Dumbledore's presence to know where he was. He was nowhere in Hogwarts. Which only meant that he was in Hogsmeade, but why would he be there? What, or who is there? Tom quickly apparated himself to Hogsmeade, only to see it burning down. Why was it burning down? People were running all over the place, some with swords, others with axes stabbing anyone that breathed.

Tom spotted Dumbledore fighting off these people. If they even were people. They all had barnacles on their bodies, with a creature-like face. One had a shark for a head. Another had an eel-like face. Most of them had tight black trousers with a white blouse. There seemed to be only two people who did not share the same fate as the rest of these people. Those said people only had gills on the sides of their necks. One of them was a tall, muscular man with dirty blonde hair. He looked to be almost as pale as Tom, with traditional black and blue Norwegian clothing on his body that hugged him in all the right places. Tom could see he had eyes of ice, like Ragnar, and a look to kill. The man's hair was shaved on the back of his head. The other man had chocolate brown hair that ended right at the back of his neck. His head was shaved only the slightest bit on the sides of his head. He was as muscular as the other man, with emerald eyes that hold many wounds of wrath and darkness. This man seemed to be more tan than the other. With the same traditional Norwegian clothing as the other man that hugged him in all the right places. Only this one was more brown and tan, instead of black and blue. Tom saw Dumbledore walking towards the men with gills. Tom followed him quietly, making sure not to be seen. Tom noticed they were near the Forbidden Forrest, right behind what seemed to be The Three Broomsticks.

Tom saw Dumbledore pull out one of his swords and point it at the one with brown hair. The brown-haired man smirked at Dumbledore and stepped forward, bringing out his sword. The blonde stepped back and sat down on a rock, smirking. Tom could not lie when he said that they were both good looking. But now was not the time for this.

Dumbledore stepped forward, holding his sword out. Both men started to circle each other like predators waiting to pounce. "Well if it isn't Albus," The brunette said in a strong Swedish accent. "It's been a long time old friend. Last we saw you, you and your little boyfriend wanted to join our crew. What was his name again?" The brown-haired asked, looking at the blonde. The blonde looked to be in fake thought before answering. "I believe his name was Gellert. Gellert Grindelwald." The blonde had an evil smirk on his face. They were taunting Dumbledore, that much was clear. But when did Dumbledore and Grindelwald try and be whatever they were? Were they pirates? They didn't appear to be. They looked more like Vikings than anything. But what could he say about the others?

Tom saw the look Dumbledore was giving them. He was glaring at them, Tom could see all of the hate in that one stare. Tom has never seen Dumbledore this angry before. Just who exactly were these men? Before Tom could blink, Dumbledore was charging at the man. The man was quick to block his offense before he made a strike as well. Dumbledore blocked it almost immediately before bringing out his other sword. The brown-haired noticed this and smirked before bringing out another sword he had. "Ah, so you kept it. Even after everything you kept it. But wait, you're selling it, aren't you? Oh, you are selling it! Do you hear that brother?" He asked looking at the blonde. So they are brothers. "Dear old Albus is selling something he swore not to lose, for something as weak as answers. How much more pathetic could you get Albus?"