The Greater Good △⃒⃘ Gellert Grindelwald

3

May 30th, 1898. Godric's Hollow.

The heat was unbearable. Never had Ariana felt such an extreme temperature, as the sweltering heat wave that had fallen upon Godric's Hollow. Thankfully, she was locked away inside the Dumbledore cottage, where her brother had magically set the temperature to a nice cool breeze, which felt so heavenly when walking in from outside.

She had spent the morning feeding the goats, which roamed freely around the enormous abandoned paddocks behind the cottage. In truth, she had never felt so bored and lonely in her life.

Two weeks ago, Gellert Grindelwald arrived in Godric's Hollow, and in the last two weeks, she had seen her brother Albus once. It was as though her existence had been completely forgotten. With Aberforth at school and Mrs Bagshot in London for the annual 'Wizarding History Week', she had nothing but the company of children's books her brother's thought were the only appropriate literature for a girl 'so young and innocent'.

Therefore, she had spent the last two weeks rereading 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard', while her brother and his new best friend went... wherever they went. Once again, she had been ignored and with no friendly neighbour to make conversation she was left alone with nothing but her thoughts. This was one of the many reasons Aberforth was undoubtably her favourite brother: he cared.

'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' had always been her favourite read - well one tale in particular. 'Babbitty Rabbitty and her Crackling Stump' had always been an amusing read, as was 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot' - but nothing was more fascinating than the iconic Tale of the Three Brothers.

She had often wondered if the tale was real, despite it been labeled nothing but a myth. Was 'death' really a person... or creature? Was there really an all powerful wand? Was there really a resurrection stone? Was there really a clock of invisibility? Sometimes she wished myths and legends didn't exist; some of them seemed to real to be made up. Sometimes, the greatest imaginations can fool us into thinking lies are reality.

It was then her thoughts were interrupted by three sharps knocks on her back door, ones identical to the knocks she had heard two weeks ago. She approached the door carefully, knowing that the handsome young man must be alone (Albus would've just barged in), flatting the creases in her dress, before turning the door knob and pulling the door open.

"Ariana! Long time, no see. You're brother has taken a trip into Diagon Alley to meet some old friends from school, and despite his pestering I insisted staying behind, no wanting to intrude. I then found myself rather bored, and decided to come have visit," he smiled charmingly, making Ariana melt at the sight of his captivating blue eyes.

"Of course, would you like some tea?" she asked, trying to find the confidence she had found the first time they spoke. Her question however, was responded with a laugh.

"Why is it that English women always ask for tea when inviting someone into their home?" he asked amused. She had been taken aback at the question, but soon realised it was entirely true.

"Well, it's curtesy here. And who could possibly drink more tea than the English?" she jested, making Gellert smile once again.

"Very true, but I will take you up on that offer regardless of the humorous stereotype."

Entering the kitchen from the back door, she quickly poured the already hot tea into teacups for both of them, unaware of Gellert's eyes following her every move.

"So, I see you and my brother have been getting on well," she began.

"Yes, I very much enjoy the company of someone with such intelligence as Albus. He is quite brilliant, and he seems to share the same... opinions... on multiple matters," he replied, his eyes wandering on the curious surroundings.