For The Greater Good

Chapter 2

I told Aberfort about Bathilda's letter and he decided to come along with me to meet this Gellert guy. We walk the short distance to her house and I knock on the door. I'm expecting Bathilda to open the door so when a very handsome boy, maybe a little younger than me, opens the door I'm a little caught of guard. It doesn't help when I notice the piercing blue of his eyes. He looks at me with curiosity and a slight smile forms on his lips.

"I assume you are Albus, correct?" He says. His voice is dark and mysterious. It sends a chill down my spine.

"Yes," I respond, "I am, and this is my younger brother Aberforth. And you're Gellert, right? Gellert Grindelwald?"

"I am," He shakes my hand, "It's nice to meet you Albus, and you too Aberforth," he doesn't even glance at my brother. His eyes stay locked in me. He even looks me up and down before letting us into the house.

"Oh hello boys," Ms. Bagshot called from the kitchen "I'm making some tea, I'll be there in a few minutes, Gellert why don't you show them into the living room?" 

"Alright Aunt Bathilda," He drawls, almost like he's board. He shows us into the living room and sits down in one of the armchairs. Me and Abe sit on the sofa, leaving the second armchair for Ms. Bagshot. 

"My Aunt really wanted me to meet you, so what makes you different then other people," Me and Aberforth look at each other. I can tell Aberforth already doesn't like him. 

"Well, there aren't really any other people our age here, other than muggles," I explain. "I guess that's why, the wizarding community here tends to stay away from the muggles for the most part,"

"Makes sense, they aren't on our level of intelligence," He says, looking unamused. "But what about you, what are your interests? Favorite school subject at least?"

"Well, I excel at every subject, but my favorites are transfiguration, and defense against the dark arts." I say, thinking back to Hogwarts.

"What about your brother?" Gellert asks. I'm a little taken aback that he didn't just ask him.

"Well you could ask him, not me,"

"I like goats and dueling, if you hurt my goats I will hurt you," Aberforth crosses his arms. Gellert laughs, a full laugh, like Aberforth made the most hilarious joke of the century. Aberforth furrows his brow.

"I wasn't joking, I help the grounds keeping tend to the goats. And I might hurt you even if you don't hurt my goats, your annoying,"

"Oh I'm annoying am I?" Gellert holds back a laugh.

"Aberforth why don't you go home, and check on Ariana," I glare at him. He gets up stiffly and leaves.

"Oh Aberforth, you're leaving already? I just finished making the tea and biscuits," Ms. Bagshot says holding a tea tray.

"Yes, I apologize. Those biscuits look exceptional, but I'm afraid that I have some business to attend to. Thank you for everything Ms. Bagshot,"

"Oh please, call me Bathilda. Take care of yourself dear," With a nod Aberforth opened the door and steps outside.

"I'm glad you we're able to stay dear," she says to me as she sets the tea tray on a coffee table and hands me a teacup "one lump or two dear,"

"Just one thank you," I say as she plops a sugar cube into my tea cup.

"So I see that you two have been getting along, what have you been talking about,"

"School," I say.

"Goats" Gellert says with a laugh at the same time.