Fantastic Beasts: Secrets of Dumbledore

Chapter One Lovely, and not

Dumbledore walks into a high class restruant. He sits down and a waiter walks up to him.

"Can I get you anything?" She inquired.

"No," Dumbldore sayed distractedly, "I'm waiting for someone."

The waiter leaves, and Dumbledore pours sugar into his tea. He stirs it slowly. The tea is dark brown, like the color of a polished oak table. He stares into it. He keeps stirring.

Then, the man he's been waiting for approaches him placidly. Its Garret Grindlewald!

"One of your usual haunts?" Garret asks Dumbledore sneeringly.

"No," Dumbledore limped, "I've never been her before."

The waitress returns, pouring Garret a cup of tea, or 'cuppa.' Grindlewald looks like he smelled something rancid.

After waitress leaves, "Can you smell it Dumbledore? How can you stand this STENCH?" 

He spat the last word like a poop in the wind. 

"Do you remember, Albus? the commitment we made to the cause? To each other? We said we  were going to change the world."

Albus sips his tea disgruntledly. 

Grindlewald continues in a whispered scorn. "Do you still have it? Albus? Let me see it."

Dumbledore whips it out and shows it to Grindlewad. It is a pendant with the two wizrds blood inside of it.

"Ah yes." Grindlewald murmmered mumeringly. His eyes loses focus for a moment as thought of what the pendant meant. 

"Albus" He said, stoutly ignoring his tea. "Join me. All of this?" He gestures at the muggle restruant. "Nothing. I will burn this world to the ground." He leaves.

Dumbledore sits there in the booth drinking his gross leaf sludge, and sulks. Then, everything erupts into the promised flames, all while Dumbledore sits pondering his secrets. 

Dumbledore, now in a gross, worn down room, looks at the window at his reflection. He had secrets all right. And to stop Garret, they had to be revealed.