The Greater Good △⃒⃘ Gellert Grindelwald

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May 16th, 1898. Godric's Hollow.

It was a beautiful day to arrive in Godric's Hollow. The spring air held the scent of freshly bloomed flowers and the sun was shining down brightly, not a cloud in the sky. The wizarding neighbourhood of Godric's Hollow was full of life; the elderly were sitting out on their front porches watching their small grandchildren play in the gardens, their mothers frantically running around kitchens to prepare Sunday lunch, while their husbands sat reading the Daily Prophet.

A teenage boy had just appeared in the middle of the street, causing many to shift their eyes in curiosity to the figure strolling down towards church lane, wondering why the boy was not at school, and what the unknown boy was doing in Godric's Hollow.

His blonde curls danced lightly in the breeze as his proud figure headed towards the furthest end of Godric's Hollow, ignoring the many eyes that were watching the attractive boy head towards the direction of the most mysterious part of the village.


There were only two houses on Church Lane (other than the Church), a small cosy cottage with a well kept garden and an enormous library visible through the window - no doubt the boy's great-aunt's house - and another house, further down the street that seemed more... depressing.

He opened the white picket fence, walking up the path to the front porch, a small briefcase in his hand as he knocked sharply on the door. It was only a few seconds later that a middle-aged woman opened the door, embracing her grand-nephew she had only meet a few times, ushering him inside the house.

"Gellert! Why, how you've grown since I last laid eyes on you. Come to the kitchen, we'll have a cup of tea to catch up!"

Following his aunt, he was shown his room along the way, which was conveniently next to the enormous library and far away from his aunt's room on the second floor. After putting his briefcase down and taking off his jacket, he headed to the kitchen at the back of the house, with a view of endless fields that stretched off into the distance.

"Thank you for having me, Aunt Bathilda. Mother truely appreciates it," he said politely, eager to get to know the place he would be living for the next year or so.

"Yes, well I was surprised when she asked for you to stay longer! I assumed you would've had school, but obviously you've graduated early and would like to live in England, so you're happy to stay as long as you like! It's nice to have some company," she smiled, oblivious to the lie her niece had told her.

In truth, Gellert Grindelwald was expelled from Drumstang Institute six months ago, for his far to experimental take on Dark Magic. His mother, however, would never embarrass herself by telling anyone the truth about why he really left school.

"Well I'm happy to keep you company, Aunt Bathilda. Is there anything to do in the village that would interest me?" he asked, keeping his dark thoughts to himself.

"Well, now that you mentioned that, there's nothing particularly for a bright boy like you, but I'm hoping to introduce you to a boy who lives up the road. His name is Albus, he's two years older than you, but I'm sure you lad's will get along splendidly," she replied.

"Well, I'd love to meet this Albus you speak of, anything in particular I might need to know about him or his family?" asked Gellert, his interest suddenly perked at the thought of getting someone to agree on his outlook on the world.

"Well, he has a little brother and sister. Aberforth is your age, but is currently still at Hogwarts and I don't believe you'd share the same sort of interests - all that boy talks about is Quidditch. Then there's Ariana, two years younger than yourself - a mystery that one. Her mother and brother's never let her go to Hogwarts, but I've seen her perform magic before so I don't see why not... she's a rather interesting girl, but the poor thing is always locked up in the house I can't imagine how she stays sane! Their mother passed away earlier this year, and their father was put in prison almost a decade a go - best not to mention that though," she answered, staring out the window at the cottage up the road.