About a week after the funeral Albus Dumbledore knocked on the door of Bathilda Bagshot. He did not expect to find a young man, about his age, on the other side. Blonde hair, faded blue eyes, strong facial features, the surprise and the view sent shivers down Albus's spine.
"Hello, I'm Albus Dumbledore," he quickly held up a hand for a handshake, squeezing a large full jar towards his body with the other one. "Is Bathilda home?"
The boy didn't lose eye contact taking Albus's hand firmly yet contained. "Gellert Grindelwald," his voice was raspy, with a slight accent Albus couldn't figure out. "She's out in town. Do you want me to pass her something?"
"Yes, actually, this-" Albus gestured to the jar.
Gellert Grindelwald stepped a couple of steps back and Albus had no choice but to step into the house. The young stranger closed the door behind him and leaned on the wall with his back.
"This is from my brother Aberforth" he held up the jar. They stood opposite each other leaning on the walls of a tiny corridor. After a second of silence, Albus added "He milked the goats today."
Gellert took the jar, a slight half smile on his lips, "Don't we have magic for that?" A quick look into Albus's bright blue eyes, contrasting his.
"Yeah, well it doesn't taste quite the same. Conjured milk is merely a shadow of the true thing." he didn't take his eyes off Gellert, examining the jar, as he said it.
Gellert mumbled an affirming "Huh".
"We were wondering if Bathilda was planning to visit us Saturday afternoon as she used to when-" they're just words but Albus couldn't say it. "like before."
"Is more company allowed?" Gellert asked softly yet demanding, looking Albus up and down, keeping his lips slightly parted while he awaited the answer.
Albus felt his heart start beating faster and his cheeks begin to flush. "Some."
"Then meet you there." With a sudden surge of rush Gellert answered. Clenched the jar tighter and opened the door for Albus.
Albus nodded with a smile, their eyes meeting again for a moment then walked out the door without looking back though he felt Gellert's eyes on him. Or wanted to feel them.
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Greater than Good (Grindeldore 1899)
FanficThe fateful summer of 1899. Young Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald meet. Finally, finding someone who equal each other's ambition and abilities, someone who shares their dreams and desires. However, some things can't be left behind easily in...
