Gellert Grindelwald OneShots

Nostalgia {8}

Info : Whilst Albus Dumbledore visits his childhood home with Newt, he gets reacquainted with old memories.-

{Author's P.O.V}

"Why are we here Professor?" Newt asked curiously, holding his briefcase as he stared at a large, aged house. It was a Tudor style house, along with all the other houses along the street. But this one seemed to be the one gaining Dumbledore's attention which confused Newt.

It's doors were rotting and the wooden beams began to chip and deteriorate. The windows were moss-ridden and the roof seemed to be leaning to one side. "This is my old home, Newt." Albus answered, looking over his shoulder at the suited man.

Newt remained silent, nodding his head as his puzzled eyes examined the building. Albus pulled back the iron gate, earning a hair-raising squeak. He stepped into the front garden, which had become overgrown due to the lack of attention. Once he reached the door he twisted the handle, causing it to swing open smoothly.

The interior was more managed than the exterior. Furniture was neatly laid out, pictures from Albus' childhood were scattered along shelves and dressers. He brushed his fingers off one of the tables, gathering a few millimetres of dust before flicking it off. He grabbed one of the frames and blew the dust off, revealing the picture beneath. It was of him, Ariana and Aberforth. They were all still young and innocent, back at a time Albus wished he could return to.

Newt followed suit, holding his case in front of him as to avoid knocking any valuables. He inspected the pictures and antiques that were scattered around the entrance hall.

Next Dumbledore entered the living room where a small fireplace sat on the far wall. More pictures were placed on the mantelpiece, along with old paintings on the walls. Two couches sat in the centre of the room, facing the fire. They were torn in some places, and the colour began to fade from the sides closest to the window.

Newt began to wonder why they were here, but figured Albus just wanted to revisit his Childhood home before anything bad happened. His eyes landed on a shelf full of pictures, but it seemed as though one was missing. A small space was bare of any dust, unlike the rest of the surface.

"Professor there's a picture missing." Newt commented, looking behind himself to see Albus already moving back into the hall. He sighed to himself and followed Dumbledore out of the room.

A set of dark wooden stairs twisted along a wall leading to the next floor. Albus began to make his way up the stairs, causing them to groan under the weight. Newt tiptoed behind him, hugging his briefcase tight to his chest.

They reached a landing, which was brightly lit by an open window from one of the bedrooms. Dumbledore shuffled into the room, which had in it a small bed and a single wardrobe. The roof was slanted, causing Newt to lean forward to avoid hitting his head.

Albus seemed to be drawn to the bed, a sad expression appearing on his face. He seated himself on the thin mattress, brushing his palm along the material. A few butterflies and flowers were painted along the walls, but the once probable vibrant colours were now faded shades of purple and green.

Albus picked himself up from the bed and brushed past Newt, manoeuvring from the small bedroom into the landing once more. A door at the end of the hall was closed shut, and Newt had a strange feeling in his stomach that Albus knew something he didn't.

The Professor walked slowly down the hall, passing two open doors, which seemed to lead into other bedrooms. Once he reached the end he twisted the knob on the door, watching as it slowly opened with a satisfied creak.

Newt's wand was immediately out as he saw the platinum hair and navy coat. Gellert Grindelwald had his back towards them, looking down at something in his hands. He did not move in acknowledgment, but yet his voice broke the silence.

"Albus, I knew you'd get my message." He turned around and Newt saw the missing picture frame within his pale hands.

His mismatched eyes wandered over the two, and his moustache twitched into a smirk. He set the picture down on the windowsill and folded his fingers to the inside of his coat, pulling it slightly tighter to his body.

"Why did you want to meet here?" Dumbledore asked, his tone assertive and face unreadable.

Gellert's orbs landed on Newt, standing defensively behind the brunette, wand pointing at the dark wizard as he watched on with concentration.

"You must have read past the part about being alone," The pale wizard smirked, his platinum hair perfectly slicked back per usual, as his features became more prominent with the lighting of the sun. His white eye seemed to glow under the glare, causing Newt to shuffle in uncertainty and discomfort as Albus remained silent. Gellert looked down to the windowsill, smiling fondly to himself at the picture. "We were so young and determined." He confidently spoke, wiping some dust away from the frame.

"Why did you want me Gellert? I came just like you asked, now tell me." Dumbledore was beginning to grow impatient with the wizard who still stared at the picture, eyes flicking over to him before refocusing on the black and white photo.

"I just wanted to remind you of what we used to be, for a day of nostalgia," He answered finally, twisting quickly on his heel. "There's still time to join me Albus, for old times sake?" His wry smile hadn't wiped off his face since the moment they stepped into the room, and Albus was beginning to find it hard to read his former friend's emotions.

He could no longer tell the difference between Gellert's facial expressions as they all read the same thing. Power hungry and manipulative. He could never be trusted again, and Albus was happy to accept that fact.

"Why are you going through all this trouble Gellert? And for what? To be thrown into Azkaban, never to be let out again? Is it really worth it?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed as he raised his hands before dropping them back down by his sides.

"You saw it from my perspective before Albus, don't act like you have never wanted this," Grindelwald was starting to get angry now, causing Newt to grip his wand tighter, taking slow steps forward. "You grow weak, I can smell the fear." His words were like venom as he spat the last sentence with disgust.

"I know I once agreed with you, which I regret deeply, but if I hadn't been so foolish, I would have never learnt what I know today."

"And what is that? Please do tell Albus." His sarcastic tone was threatening and malicious.

"That we wizards and witches don't need to be better than anyone else. We have become so obsessed with power that it is driving us to do unspeakable things. Exposing the Wizarding World to Muggles would cause chaos, but I know that's what you want. Chaos?" Dumbledore was sincere in trying to prove his point, hoping he could convince Gellert to stop his plans.

"What I want is for us to not have to hide in the shadows, as if we are lesser than man? We are superior, and blessed in our abilities, so we should have no reason to cower." His words were strong as was his tone, and Albus feared he could no longer reach the heart of his childhood friend.

"You know I can't let you do that, it's not right."

The light haired man chuckled, his tone changing drastically from serious and threatening to amused. "You always were one to follow the rules," His pearly whites began to show as a foreign smiled crept onto his gaunt face. "If you obey all the rules Albus, you miss all the fun."

With the last word he was gone in a cloud of black smoke, his figure twisting as he apparated away to his secret lair no doubt. Newt let out a mute sigh of relief, resting his hands back down at his sides and pocketing his wand.

Albus turned around swiftly, blue orbs appearing to be hurt and offended. "We gave him his chance."
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