Grindeldore One-shots

Summer of 1899

     As Albus was in his usual place of relaxation, he listened to the river flowing a few meters from him, listened to the birds singing in a pitch, harmonizing together and going on their own with their songs.
     Someone stepped on a spray of oak and turned Albus' attention in that specific direction. Behind a tree, a withe haired, pale skin boy was standing. His mismatched eyes were looking into Albus' blue ones.
     "Hello? Who are you?" Albus asked, turning entirely to face the guy.
     "Gellert. You are...?" he asked, approaching.
     "Albus. Nice to meet you, Gellert! What brings you to the Hollow?"
     The boy didn't reply, he just kept approaching. When he got next to Albus, he sat down.
     "So, what brought you to the Hollow, Gellert?" Albus repeated his question.
     "I have to live with my aunt because I got kicked out of my school." he replied.
     "What does living with our aunt have to do with you getting kicked out of your last school?" Albus questioned.
     "My parents didn't want me around." he said.
     "Oh... I'm sorry I asked." Albus apologized.
     "No worries. They have their reasons."
     "What do you mean?"
     "They feared that I might be dangerous for them because I might turn out powerful."
     "Well, you seem powerful." Albus agreed.
     "I am powerful. They just got it too late and they got scared."
     They sat in silence for a few minutes until Albus got back his courage to speak.
     "So, Gellert, who is your aunt?"
     "Bathilda Bagshot. She is the creepy lady living at the end of the Hollow. I know everyone looks so poorly on her, but she's nice."
     "She's  got a twisted background not many know about; that's quite the reason why they don't dare to talk to or about her." Albus informed him with the Hollow's reasons.
     "That's no reason not to talk to someone and be rude to them."
     "I know, but also, she doesn't get out of the house and no one can talk to her."
     "True, not gonna lie about that." Gellert smirked slightly and took a closer look at Albus. "Aren't you the boy of the one that killed that muggle here, in the Hollow?"
     Albus was left speechless and looked at Gellert with big eyes before he spoke.
     "Y-yes, I am." he admitted, looking down.
     "Don't worry, I don't judge you by what your father did. You're you, he's himself."
     "Thanks." Albus said, smiling softly, looking at Gellert again.
     "I feel like we're gonna have a good time together from now on." Gellert said.
     "I feel that too, honestly." Albus smiled wider.