For The Greater Good | Grindeldore OneShots

Absolutely Not

A/N: Sorry for a small delay. I was aiming for one story a week, but finishing school online was a bit stressful, and I needed the time to make sure I have everything done. I have a question though, how would you feel if I made a second book for Remus and Sirius oneshots?

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"Gellert, of all the people you could have royally pissed off, it had to be the grumpy old muggle?" Said Albus irritably, looking over at his companion. The two had rushed inside the closest building to avoid being shot by the old farmer who lived just outside Godric's Hollow. It just so happened that the only cover was the barn near the back of the property. With the farmer approaching the barn, they only had a few minutes to figure out a solution.

"Shush. I wasn't intentionally trying to aggravate him." Gellert huffed. "Not my fault he couldn't handle a light joke."

Albus let out a snort, but the disapproving look on his face stayed very much intact. Despite this look, his eyebrow quirked up in slight amusement. He crossed his arms and leaned his weight over to one leg in a stance that resembled something verging on motherly.

"A light joke? Funny you consider stealing a light joke." He said wryly.

"I told him it was all a mishap!" Gellert stammered.

"Oh right, and that makes it all better."

Gellert rolled his eyes and looked around for a way out that wasn't through the main door that they'd haphazardly boarded up with whatever boxes and hay bales they could levitate into place. Time was still running out. The two boys were effectively trapped, with what seemed like no way of escape.

"We could try and make ourselves invisible?" Albus offered.

"Neither of us are quite there yet, Albus, and I doubt any wizard in the world could figure that out in two minutes."

"Fair point. You got any bright ideas then? The soon-to-be-great Gellert Grindelwald?" He inquired, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Not if you keep hounding me," the other hissed.

"Oh fine then. I'll shut my mouth and allow your all-seeing mind to find us a way out." Albus stated, ignoring the sideways glance Gellert shot his way.

"Or you could not stand there observing me like a hawk and instead try to help."

"Well excuse me, last I checked I was the only one who offered an idea," Albus scoffed in return. After a moment, though he did abandon his rigid stance and began wandering around, scanning high and low for something that could get them out. He anxiously tapped his fingers against his thigh, going rigid when they heard a gruff voice outside.

"Come out here you rats! I know you're hiding. Think it's funny to take things from an old man? You're on my property without permission!"

The sound of a shotgun cocking was enough to send Albus into a bit of a panic.

"Gellert. Not to rush you but now would truly be a good time for you to spit out an idea." He bossed.

Gellert squinted in thought, running through potential ideas in his mind. His feet paced around and soon came to stand still.

"I have a solution," he said with confidence.

"Thank goodness," Albus replied, turning to face him expectantly. As quickly as his relief had washed over him, it gave way to something else. Gellert turned to face him, accompanying the glint in his unsettling mismatched eyes was a grin. A grin, Albus decided, that he did not like.

"It involves fire."

Albus blinked.

"Absolutely not." He said firmly.