#teen!gellert grindelwald

[thatwasreallygaybytheway]

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Begging

At the end of summer vacation and the beginning of his fifth year at Dursmustrang, Gellert predicted another dull, uninspired school year.

The school had an interesting curriculum, much more stimulating than other wizarding schools he researched, with their combat, gobstones and dragon taming classes, besides the contemplation of the Dark Arts in their curriculum as well, not simply defence against it.

However, his colleagues were dense, dim-witted and uninteresting, and the professors, mediocre, kept pace with their snail-progressing rhythm, making attending classes tedious and unchallenging. The retirement of their Transfiguration teacher, the useless old hag, was the full extent of excitement that place seemed to have to offer him besides the usual rush of relief of its provided shelter from what he called home.

Which was more than reason enough to make nice with his colleagues and cronies on the ship, pretend they weren’t as insipid as the water surrounding them and smile at the girls whose attentions were on him, just enough to feed their interests without engaging too deeply and having to do something dreadful, like talk to them or worse. After all, in his experience people were dull and expendable, but ultimately useful.

He may have no real need for them, except for where and how he could use them to gain influence, power or simply a better target to train on the more advanced dark magic he’d been studying by himself, since training alone just wouldn't do. Therefore, he’d make a point out of keeping people at his side as precious working supplies, even if, secretively, he valued them as much as the dirt clinging under his shoes. Looked forward to hearing them as he did for that stupid rain outside.

So, at the beginning of term, Gellert resigned himself to another dull, uninspired school year.

He hadn’t count with the peculiar presence of Professor Wulfric.

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At their first Transfiguration class, nothing immediately seemed worthy of note.

The professor was at his table, waiting patiently for them to take their places. And when they did so and he started to talk, his voice had a slight accent but was otherwise clear and easy to follow.

He was a tall, middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and twinkling, mischievous eyes.

He looked soft, in a way. Almost delicate. Which was detrimental to the authority figure he represented, but not enough to not capture the prompt attention of the class at large when his voice made itself known, clear eyes bright with some secret-held knowledge nobody else seemed to know.

But, as expected, the subject of that class was, as every other one appeared to until now, underwhelmingly easy.

“…for din første øvelse i år vil jeg at du skal prøve å forvandle disse middagstallerkene til sopp.” (…for your first exercise of the year, I want you to try turning these dinner plates into mushrooms.)

A cold rush of annoyance ran through his body at the proposed exercise. He had barely slept the night before, tormented by visions of a stupid snowstorm sure not to come for months yet invading the castle and causing mild damage and two hospitalizations, eluding his sleep and giving him a headache. And now here he was, out of bed attending class for this child’s trick.

He hadn't, exactly, turned a plate into mushrooms before, but the principle of this specific spell applied to any unequitative transformative spell. It was only a more refined version of the same tricks already learned and the complete incompetence of his colleagues meant he’d have to withstand the exhausting repetition of this pathetic trick for weeks until they moved on to something new to bore him.

“Du virker lei, Mr. Grindelwald.” (You seem bored, Mr. Grindelwald.)

“Ikke i det hele tatt, sir” (Not at all, sir.)

“Å, men det er du.” (Ah, but you are.) – the professor said with an amused smile, coming closer with his hands on his pockets. – “Kanskje vi kunne gjøre noe litt mer utfordrende ut av dette trikset. Fortell meg, har du noen gang kastet en ikke-verbal trolldom før?” (Maybe we could make something a little more challenging out of this trick. Tell me, have you ever cast a nonverbal spell before?)

The boy looked back at his teacher with renewed interest, sparkling something sweet and amused in those deep all-knowing blue eyes.

“No, sir. I haven't.”

“Oh, you do not have to trouble yourself talking to me in English, Mr. Grindelwald. I dare say I'm getting rather good in Norwegian, for a beginner.”

“It's no bother, sir. I have family there as well, learned it since I was small.”

“Very well then. Nonverbal spells are slightly trickier than verbal ones. The mind knows what command intends to give, but there's something about words… they help channel the magical energy to no small extent. And as such, I imagine you can easily understand how it's absence can make the most basic of spells rather challenging. Which I am inclined to say you might appreciate.”

And at it, there were two things he learned:

The first being – when the man approached him with a gentle incentive for him to repeat mentally the spell in his head with intend, envisioning the resulting transformation as if done already –, the smell of his perfume was pleasant as he rarely found. Warm, sweet and spicy.

And secondly, that man was much, much more than he seemed to be at first glance.

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There on out, few things circled his head with the same intensity Professor Wulfric did.

He started to notice little things about the man.

His predilection for sweets. His enigmatic little remarks who flew over people’s heads more times than not, but still seemed to amuse him to no end. His endless patience over other’s stupidity and fondness for knitted things.

He noticed how observant the man was. How he not only enjoyed when a student got their spell right but also, much to the boy’s amusement, how he did as well the creative results of their failures.

He’d been a fool.

The authority he had didn’t come from intimidation, but from honest respect from those surrounding him. His mild, unassuming manners earned sympathies and his sheer unmatched intellect, admiration.

He walked around the school grounds, perfectly ordinary, except for how extraordinary he was, making people comfortable in their mediocrity while still influencing those around him with a superior mind without even having to try.

That man was just fascinating.

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He started to actively study the subjects given in class for the first time since he came to that institution, determined to impress his transfiguration teacher.

He wanted the man’s attention fixed upon him more than anything. Unlike anyone else, his opinion mattered to him. He may even have learned by heart the schedule of supervision of students in detention to make sure when his one’s came his way as usual, it would be under his watch.

“I must say it doesn’t surprise me as it should, seeing you here, Mr. Grindelwald, meddling with dark, dangerous magic as it were.”

The boy chose to ignore the heavy feeling at his stomach at the disappointed tone on the man's voice, looking at him then with an unhappy look of his own.

“Sir, what is the use of a study subject if not to study it?” – he dared say, getting an exasperated, but surprisingly fond look in response.

“I understand you. Your mind is too bright for the restrictions of your year’s curriculum. But you are smart enough to know there are things too dangerous to meddle with.”

“But what does even mean this divide between dark and light magic, professor? Magic in its essence is not evil, so how could be labelled so?”

“You are correct, obviously. Magic is nor good or evil in its essence. However, the sources from which they can be channeled can be dreadfully destructive. It is the natural cycle of things, of course, destruction and reconstruction, but power fed from destructive forces is dangerous and costly. A power as great as such have an immense capacity to corrupt.”

The elder wizard paused then, caressing his beard thoughtfully while looking him with his deep, all-knowing blue eyes.

“So be mindful of it next time you get to your ‘studies’, Gellert. There are pursues that are simply not worth it. The greater the power you seek, the higher the price you pay for it.”

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After his time in detention, while coming back to his room, the boy caught himself thinking about what Professor Wulfric said.

It didn’t sound hollow, somehow, but a thought born out of experience.

He expected to be disappointed in him for his reserve against the Dark Arts. However, he didn’t. He could feel something heavy taking in his chest, but it wasn’t disappointment.

He also felt a bit silly, because hearing him use his first name like that made him want to smile at nothing.

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As it was, Gellert discovered the man’s first name by accident when his next turn down the corridors led him to find the wizard talking to Professor Vuković, his Dark Arts’ professor, and favourite one until Professor Wulfric.

 “Brian…”

“Jeg ser for meg at du tenker annerledes da, Viktor?” (I imagine you think differently then, Viktor?)

“Not exactly, no. But we could better discuss it over some Brennvin.” – Professor Vuković said in a heavy accented English, cupping the other man’s elbow.

To which Professor Wulfric laughed, warm and friendly, but taking a step back.

“I am terribly sorry to inform I’m quite busy at the moment, Viktor, as you can well imagine. I was fool enough to ask for a five-page-long essay about the Theory of Unequitable Transformative Magic from my fifth years. Three full piles are waiting on my desk as we speak.”

“Well, another time then, Brian.”

And at that they parted ways, the first wizard nodding silently with perfect civility while the second one let out a little sigh, shaking his head as Professor Wulfric turned his back.

To his side of the corridor.

And as if knowing all too well who was there, the wizard gave a brief and meaningful glance with those piercing blue eyes towards where he hid himself to better observe them before he left.

And as both silhouettes faded from view, Gellert realized he learned two things more:

Brian.

His first name was Brian.

And secondly, he might not care for the Dark Arts as much as he first thought he did after all, since any buffoon like Professor Vuković could teach it.

It was clearly a mighty weapon used for lesser minds to mask their mediocrity by compensation. He'd be oh so sure to know how to use it, sure. But he didn't need it to achieve greatness. Not when a man like Professor Wulfric could yield such power without ever touching them. 

Brian.

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The dreams came as a surprise.

When he first woke up, feverish and aching, body shivering and wet with fluids, he didn’t know what to make of it.

His roommate dared to mock him, asking what lady had sweetened his dreams like that. He learned better after finding living spiders in his Havregrøt.

However, the dreams continued, plaguing his nights alongside his visions in a new, exquisite way. He could barely look at his professor the next class, breathless with exhilaration for his presence as well as dread to be found out.

He never felt something like this before. This hunger.

Bodily functions weren’t a mystery to him, but they were mere mechanics. It never felt like this.

He started to make sure to use silencing charms every night to make sure only he could hear that name falling out of his trembling lips.

Brian.

Brian…

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Beatrix Kovács was a seventh year. She was a star student, which meant she was marginally less incompetent than her peers. She was good at duel and appointed Topptillitskvinne.

She was a pretty girl with straight dark hair half pinned over her head and mossy-green eyes.

He heard her and her cronies gossiping about a broken pendant they saw over Professor's Wulfric desk. The way ‘grief took over his face for a second’ when he put it away before starting class.

‘How much his figure was to his advantage’ and ‘his heartbreak and lack of a ring must mean he was unattached’ and ‘what a pity’ it was.

That he was ‘too vivacious to possibly be that old at all’.  And ‘how much of an interest he apparently seemed to show over Ms. Kovács talents’ and how that ‘must mean something’.

How ‘she wouldn't mind having his attentions, as he already had hers’.

“I'm positive without his beard he'd not look a day over thirty.”

Beatrix Kovács was a stupid, vapid girl who understood nothing and deserved none of Professor's Wulfric attention.

So, he had to put her in her place.

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The entire hall fell silent when a nondescript tawny-brown owl stopped in front of Professor’s Wulfric table.

Those beautiful twinkling eyes of his unguarded with genuine surprise before he took the small parcel with a frown.

He could barely sit still, heart thundering inside his chest.

He felt on top of the world, watching those elegant fingers unwrap the parcel, finding his offering of Fizzing Whizzbees with a little huff o delight.

Elated enough to not look away when the wizard looked directly at him, eyes twinkling with pleasure.

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“I'm very happy to know your efforts to follow your other classes has been as excellent as in my own, Mr. Grindelwald.”

“Thank you, professor. But, if I may be so honest, it's barely been any challenge, sir.”

“Yes, I can easily imagine how underwhelming it must've been. I had similar problems back at school, save, perhaps, your resistance over doing any paperwork on subjects you are convinced you already know.”

Professor Wulfric smiled knowingly, getting an embarrassing blush out of him.

“But I have some advice to easy your suffering, my dear Mr. Grindelwald: try to write it as if you were the one teaching the subject to your reader. It'll easy your aggravation at working over what you already know if you treat it as if you are the one showing it for someone else for the first time.”

“I don't believe I have any talent for teaching, sir. Pulling teeth sounds less painful to me than trying to explain the obvious repeatedly.”

And at that the man laughed, shaking his head with a fond look.

“Well, I think you would do a marvellous job at it. You have so much potential, Gellert. You can do great things; I am sure you know.”

The boy felt something fluttery at the wizard’s words, helpless to contain the proud smirk on his lips.

“Thank you, sir.”

“However, I feel obliged to warn you about the dangers such potential carries. You can achieve great things, undoubtedly, but you can achieve terrible ones as well, if you're not wise enough to prevent your talents from blinding you from other people's worth. Self-importance is the weapon of the fools, I dare say. And, ironically, it's a much easier trap to fall prey to when the fount of said arrogance is rooted in genuine talent.”

“You think me arrogant, then, for thinking everyone else around me slow?”

“Oh, don't take offence of what I'm saying right now, my boy. I was quite arrogant myself when younger. So much talent and genius, so many miles ahead from everyone else, it seemed.”

“What happened?”

“The world taught me humility by showing how much stupidity can exist alongside a brilliant intellect.”

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If there was one thing he could almost say he didn’t like about Professor Wulfric, would be his tendency to lecture him in subjects he held close to the chest.

Next time they met in one of Gellert’s deliberate detention spree, he offered him a sherbet lemon and proceeded to not only unveil his internal judgment of the clear inferiority of muggles, but to lecture him on the dangers of prejudice and bigotry.

“They are worse than animals.” – he argued with disgust. – “They are always at war; they have enslaved their peers based on skin colour and contaminated our culture with it; they are ignorant and turn love into disease. They’re like fleas, a pest in need to containment.”

“But they’re not. You see, I do not disagree with how backwards some aspects of their culture can be, but one could argue the same about aspects of our own culture. Moreover, we all are ultimately human. Some of our own are born without magic. Some of theirs, with absolutely no magical ancestry, are born with it. We create this divide; them, us. There are only people, and people, humans, are capable of extraordinary as well as terrible things.”

“…They destroyed my family.” – he whispered to the other wizard.

Professor Wulfric answered it with a heavy, warm hand on his shoulder. Elegant fingers holding him firmly and Gellert wanted him to never let go.

“I used to resent them too. You see, some muggles… did something terrible to my family and the repercussions were devastating.”

“Used to? Not anymore?”

“No. No… Not anymore. I learned generalization is another rather dangerous thing. It’s what led them to the witch hunts. It’s what could led us to a totalitarian regimen envisioning complete domination over the non-magical community. It’s a simplistic, limiting thought. Magical or not, there’s good and there’s evil in all of us. And no group of people should be judged by the wrongdoings of individuals whose hearts are tainted. And if nothing else, an evil wizard is infinitely more dangerous than a muggle, wouldn’t you agree, my dear Mr. Grindelwald, only for the power they hold?”

“You don’t think us superior then, for how much more powerful we are?”

“I don’t. More powerful? Yes. But never superior. Power requires compassion in order to not become only another tool of oppression.”

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The next time, it’s him who receives an unexpected owl.

Inside a carefully brown wrapped paper is a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and a velvet drawstring bags full of sherbet lemon.

Professor Wulfric hid a little smirk behind his glass, but after turning aside for a moment to reply something Professor Touissant pointed out, he looked back at Gellert, winking with his beautiful, twinkling eyes.

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Of course, the other students started to finally notice the special connection he had with their Transfiguration professor eventually.

They dared call him professor’s pet a couple of times, but unlike any other time someone dared to mock him, he was content enough to let them be this time.

There was a certain secret pleasure in imagining himself at his professor’s feet, after all.

Ms. Kovács, as it was expected, noticed as well, and started to pay him an amount of attention he wasn’t all that keen on receiving, but did, nonetheless. With her mind fixed on trying to extract information about their professor from him, he could better control her and her pestering feelings towards the older wizard, after all.

But also, as expected, with their increasing contact rumours started to circle around school about their ‘special friendship’. Which amused Gellert to no end, as both seemed to have designs to reach the same man.

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“I am starting to suspect you see your detention hours as a prize instead of a punishment, Mr. Grindelwald.”

Professor Wulfric smiled that secret smile of his, making his stomach flutter ridiculously.

“I have no idea what gave you this impression, sir.”

The man laughed at his blatant lie, shaking his head.

“Gellert, I cannot in good conscience condone with a student engaging in reprehensible behaviours. Although I will admit your ‘wandering after curfew’ infraction is surprisingly mild compared to ‘smuggling restricted books from the library’, as it were. I could declare myself proud of you, wouldn’t that be most inappropriate.”

Not the most inappropriate thing they could do, though. He could let Gellert trace his graceful neck with his lips and teeth, let him feel his beard scratching the soft skin of his inner thighs, take his pleasure on him over his very desk. That would be most deliciously inappropriate.

“Perhaps I do enjoy our extra hours together.” – he said daringly, looking at the wizard from between his lashes for a second.

He didn’t think he imagined the light blush of the man’s cheeks, although he only laughed, tapping his shoulder in a companiable, but innocuous way.

He took note. Badly concealed flirting was out if he wanted to succeed in seducing the man.

“It is pleasing, having someone to talk with who understands your mind.”

“You carry so much anger inside you, Gellert. I thought at first it was contempt for those who didn’t measure to your mind. But now I believe it is hurt. You want to be known.”

“I don’t need to be known. Perhaps known of. But I do not need anyone else.”

“Your relentless pursue of detention hours with me tells a rather different story, my boy. Everybody needs connection.”

“Can’t you be mine?”

He laughed again, walking away from him.

“Oh, Mr. Grindelwald, I have the upmost faith you can do infinitely better than befriend an old man.”

“But I want you.”

The boy watched the wizard freeze at his thoughtless words, eyes becoming wary as he looked at him.

“You are a great teacher.” – he completed with calculated carelessness, as if it was the intent of his little slip up all along.

The relief of watching his professor’s shoulders relax were greater than the disappointment of his terrible reaction to a possible deeper interest of his part.

“All students adore you, professor. Some more than.” – he proceeded innocently enough, watching closely the frown return to his face at his words.

Given the wizard’s reaction to his accidental declarations, Gellert was almost certain Professor Wulfric wasn’t overly fond of the idea of frolicking with students. Being so, it presented the most perfect opportunity to free himself of Beatrix Kovács’ shadow over what for all rights should belong to him.

“Is that so?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to come across as a gossip. Specially now it seems she and I are in friendly terms.” – he did his best to sound sheepish but changed course when he watched the older man’s eyes become wary once more at his actions rather than his words, smiling impishly and raising an eyebrow. – “Although, what harm can it do? It’s just a silly crush, I believe. Ms. Kovács doesn’t have to know I told you about it, does she?”

“Oh. Ms. Kovács is the subject of this conversation?”

“You don’t sound surprised, professor.”

“It would surprise you the number of students whose feelings about their authority figures blur the line of what’s appropriate. I believe it is quite common, in fact. What surprises me the most is, after all these years, it still happening with an old man.”

“She believes you wouldn't look a day over thirty without your beard.”

“Is that so?”

The wizard sounded delightfully amused, smiling at him, unguarded and beautiful.

“I personally believe you look quite distinguished, sir. I hope I can age as gracefully as you.”

“Oh, you will, Gellert. I can assure you, you will.”

The man sounded so wishful and sad at those words; the student felt taken aback.

Doubly so, at the inkling of a thought those words gave him.

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He started to observe carefully. The idea sounding likelier at every small quirk of that man too out of place to look simply eccentric.

The older wizard wasn’t a seer, he could tell. He seemed to know more than everybody else and had an uncanny capacity to read him as no other ever had, but it wasn’t the same. Brian Wulfric carried none of the signs of a seer.

He was set apart from the rest, even when surrounded by people. And it wasn’t just his brilliance overshadowing everyone else. There was a lack of stiffness, a languidness of posture, a casualness, uncommon for other people his age or younger.

And it wasn’t disrespectful in nature.

He knew exactly how the entire social dance he had to perform to the world was played. He just had something… different about him.  

And the way he said those words. How he affirmed as a fact, with such longing that he would grow old distinguished in nature as the man himself was. He couldn’t stop thinking how the wizard seemed to know him, know his ugliest, most hidden parts and being so intent on guiding him. Stop thinking of how he seemed to have known him for longer than just the school year.

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“…Were we lovers? Where you came from?”

Gellert couldn’t help to notice Professor Wulfric’s hand going unconsciously to his breast pocket, eyes unguarded with surprise and alarm.

“I suppose I should have predicted this turn of events.”

“Kovács is stupid for thinking you were looking at her when your eyes are always fixed on me. But still, you seemed to become wary when I showed a deeper interest in you, even though you certainty know of my feelings toward you.”

“Gellert-.”

“Were we lovers?”

“…Yes.”

“What happened?”

“You became obsessed by the dark arts and your hatred towards muggles, and for that I lost you.”

“You mean to say muggles broke us apart?”

“No, Gellert. I mean to say your ambitions and hatred did.”

“How?”

“You murdered my sister!” the man exclaimed, covering his face with both hands for a moment.

Ignorant of the shock those words caused him.

“It is not-.” – Professor Wulfric started again before pausing mid-sentence, sighing loudly. – “The least you know of it the better. I just… Wished to change things. To prevent you from turning to darkness and away from me.”

“You love me.”

“As I will until my last breath.”

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The confrontation let Gellert with much to think about.

One day he’d meet him. Not as Professor Wulfric, but as a young, brilliant Brian, and fall for those bright blue, all-knowing eyes and unmatched intellect. He’d meet someone worth knowing and somehow lose him.

He said his hatred towards muggles broke them.

He said so many things already, before this very conversation. About the humanity of them all, how there were more uniting than separating them. About how a power fed from destructive forces as the dark arts, were dangerous came for a cost. About its capacity to corrupt.

Had he lost his way? Turned away from the one person who could understand him, who loved him desperately enough to turn back time and try to prevent his future from happening by guiding him through another path?

Gellert couldn’t trust what Brian said in front of all he left unsaid; he wasn’t naïve enough to take his vague words at face value. However, he felt in his bones he could trust that man’s love, still.

Moreover, he could feel how no matter his path from then on, his future had already been irrevocably changed from the moment that tall, middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and twinkling, mischievous eyes entered his life.

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[extremereader]

broke: Grindelwald, Aberforth, and Graves all having a mutual dislike of the other two for slipping up with Credence

woke: Grindelwald, Aberforth, and Graves having a Hell's Greatest Dad style fight over who gets custody

Credence, naturally, is MORTIFIED.

[xeelaa]

Wrapping paper

Summary: Grindelwald pays Dumbledore a visit in Hogwarts when Elizabeth (reader) and other students go to wrap everything in his classroom with wrapping paper-and a bit of tin foil- for holiday prank wars, and Elizabeth with a few tricks up her sleeves.

Elizabeth doesn't know what Gellert looks like know but does know what he looked(Johnny Dep) like before

Note- sorry if Grindelwald and Dumbledore aren't written correctly. And no proof reading(so there might incorrect words/spelling/grammar

Warnings: Wounds, blood, mild violence

"Gellert you can't be here!" Dumbledore whisper shouts, even if it's after hour he didn't won't him here in Hogwarts of all places.

"I wouldn't be too loud if I were you there's at least... Six students coming towards here"

.....

"Okay i'm going to call names in the classroom okay" Elizabeth whispers while carrying four rolls of wrapping paper "but you gave us all differe-

"Sh, stay quiet minion number 1," Elizabeth shush the freckled second year boy who was carrying two rolls of wrapping paper.

Opening the Elizabeth let all the others in scouting for teachers and prefects roaming the halls.

.....

As the door opened both Albums and Gellert created a illusion charm. Staying quiet studying the students who all were carrying two or more rolls of wrapping paper, they were quiet as they all shuffled into the classroom that was until Elizabeth shut the door walking in then they started conversations with eachother.

Coughing into her hand to get everyones attention, as so as their were quiet she began to call out, "Minion number 1?"

"Here," the small second year boy smiles as he placed the rolls on a desk.

"Minion number 2?"

"Here," a brunette fourth year girl waves already scanning the room for good things to rap.

"Minion number 3?"

"Here," replies a tall, red head fifth year boy.

"Minion number 4?"

Growing confused Gellert sends a questionable look at Dumbledore who looked just as confused.

"Mm?" Mumbled a blonde fifth year.

"Minion number 5?"

...

...?

"Here!" A short red head girl shout holding tin foil-

"Why do you have tin foil?" Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows

"you said that we were wrapping the classroom, you didn't say what with,"

"Weasley's" Elizabeth sighs

"hey!"

"Alright, minion 1 you get his desk," Elizabeth pats his head before continuing, " minion 2 and 5 get the tables, minion 3 you get the top shelves, and lastly minion four you get the chairs and books"

"Hat about you?" The first year asks taping the end of the plaid color wrapping paper to the desk. Smiling she says, "I'm getting the tree, presents, lights that sorta thing"

.....

After watching them Gellert started getting bored when a knock on the door silenced all of them. "Use the illusion spell I'll distract who ever it is," Elizabeth says, "but," the little boy looks at her.

"It's fine I have too clean up to wrapping paper it shouldn't take to long," Elizabeth ensures him while walking over to the door just as all of them used the illusion charm with both the fifth years casting the illusion themselves with a first year while Jordan casted it by herself.

"Elizabeth what are you doing out of bed and in Professor Dumbledore classroom?" The Ravenclaw prefect question looking over Elizabeth's shoulder, his eyes siding at the mess and most of the room covered in wrapping paper.

"Well that's not for you to know now is it?" She states before reaching for her wand as the prefect shoves past her into the classroom. Staring at her with an annoyed look, smiling Elizabeth pulls out her wand peaking Gellert attention and making Albums more worried staring at the back of the prefect with Gellert beside him. "Put down your wand Miss Green!" The prefect commands, Elizabeth smiles and asks, "would you like to spell I've learned?" before casting the spell, "Petrificus Totalus" causing the prefect to stiff infa board like then fall onto the ground.

Using Leviosa to carry out the prefect she obliviated him before walking back into the classroom. She casts a silence charm on the classroom. Flicking her wand to clean up the mess which made the pieces of colorful wrapping paper, ribbon and tape fly towards the trash bin.

Looking at the concert that Albums and Gellert were in made Albums freeze but he realized she was looking at their feet. And sure enough A little piece of ribbon was under Gellert shoe but before he could lift his shoe Elizabeth was already crouching in front of them reaching for the piece ribbon. Grabbing the end of the ribbon as Gellert stared down at her while she tugged on the piece going unsuccessful.

While pulling Elizabeth brushed Gellert shoe, confused Elizabeth mumbles, "Finite Incantatem".

Her eyes widen as a shiny black shoe began appearing. Shooting up Elizabeth backs up and shouts, " Diffindo!" while pointing her wand at the person in front of her, sending them back into the wall behind them.

Looking at who she just attacked a black haired man with some silver strands and Dumbledore. Gasping Elizabeth stared at the cut on his arm then the cut on the stranger's cheek "I am so sorry professor, Oh my god, I don't know any magical healing but I do know how to use a med kit,"

"Accio bag," Elizabeth calls making her bag shoot towards her, rummaging through her bag she pulls out a med kit. "Are you okay sir?" Elizabeth asks looking at him with worry.

"I mean my cheek hurts.." He mumbles causing Dumbledore to glare at him and Elizabeth to pull out some cotton balls, rub alcohol, and some patches. Grabbing a cotton she poured some rub alcohol on it "may I? It will sting a bit but it wil be clean," Elizabeth asks him which he replied with a bit of a smirk, "of course."

"Elizabeth don't you have to," Dumbledore reminds her. "It's okay I'm the one who hurt him," Elizabeth smiles while dancing the wound before saying, "I'll help you with yours too if you could wait until I'm done with...um I'm sorry I didn't catch your name"

"Gellert"

"It's nice to met you Gellert and I apologize we didn't meet under different circumstances," Elizabeth says with an apologetic look then at Albus who looked at her like she lost her mind, "yes, professor?"

"You do know who he is right?" Dumbledore asks before saying, "Gellert- wait for it to click but it didn't happen so he continued -Gellert Grindelwald"

Her eyes widen at the word "what." She says shocked then quickly gets up and she points her wand at him. "Professor what is he doing here?!" She ask looking at Dumbledore for answers as her face is clearly frantic. When Gellert moves to get up Elizabeth moves back scared "dont move" She stammer, Grindelwald watches her then grins "child, don't be afraid" he says smoothly offering his hand and Dumbledore quickly stands and pulls Elizabeth behind him and points his wand at Grindelwald. "Leave her be and go, Gellert," Albus says stern and tense.

Gellert smirks at Albus before bursting into flames and quickly disappearing from site and Elizabeth lets out a high pitch squeak/squeal.

Thats the end. Might make a part two it depends on my will to write or not. Please comment if you liked it(I love reading comments).😊

[albusgellertalways]

Stripped A/B/O fic update

Chapter 13 Summary: Gellert makes it up to Albus after their fight. Aberforth marries Ethel and Gellert is late to the wedding. Ethel moves in with the other Omegas at Malfoy Manor. A worried Albus has his 20-week anatomy ultrasound.

Excerpt:

The evening before the ultrasound, Albus was understandably nervous, which he shared as he had dinner with his mate in their room.  “Gell, I’m worried about my appointment tomorrow.  What if they find something wrong with the baby?”

“Liebling, it’s normal to be nervous but I look at it this way.  Unless there is evidence to the contrary, I assume everything is fine.  I think you should too,” Gellert insisted.

“That’s good advice,” Albus begrudgingly admitted.  “But my cramps have intensified over the past few days.  What if that means something is wrong?  The baby books say if you have sharp pain, it could be an indication the baby is in distress.  This pain feels pretty sharp to me.”

“Have you been going about your day like normal?”

“Yes, but it still really hurts.”

“Then I think you’re fine.  You’re not on the floor in pain.  I think that’s what the book meant.  What did the other Omegas say when you told them?”

“That it’s likely just pain from my uterus growing and stretching.”

“There you go,” Gellert smiled.  “You’re worrying for nothing.”

“You’re probably right,” Albus relented.  “I just wish I knew if the baby was alright.  I’m twenty weeks now, I should’ve felt a kick.”

“I thought some Omegas don’t feel a kick until twenty-two weeks.  I wouldn’t worry.”

Albus looked astonished.  “How did you know that?”

Gellert’s cheeks colored.  “I’ve been reading up on baby development at lunch.”

“That’s really sweet of you.”

“I want to be able to support you. Educating myself is a way I can relate.”

Albus gave him a besotted smile.  “I really appreciate that." 

[kazuza-art]

Stupid question but how would the equation between teen Dumbledore and Order Of The Phoenix Harry be like ?

It's not really enemies to lovers trope, but even if baby Al is unaware the two share a history. Harry had several misgivings with his Headmaster but he is/was still the biggest male figure in his formative years and a man he genuinely respected and looked up to.

Ofc baby Albus is not the man who was his frustrating and fascinating mentor.

How would they approach each other ?

How would pre Grindelwald and post Grindelwald baby Albus view book Harry who somehow time travels to his time?

Or he time travels to Harry's time.

Im a big harrydore believer soooo

But I dont think teenage Albus and Harry would have been a good match. I feel their past experience with muggles might have feed each other ressentment and teenage harry just doesnt have the backbone intelligence or strenght to move someone like teenage Albus who is angry and fiercly ambitious. I feel however after Grindelwald Harry is the type of fiercly compassionate and brave hero type Albus would have loved. He tends to collect that type through the books and movies xD

My fav Harrydore is 50 Albus in the mids of Grindelwald war and time traveling seasoned Auror 50 Harry. They would be a great match but there would still be a lot of tension with Albus dealing with his own feeling for Gellert andHarry having to reconciled the mentor/father figure with a younger more vulnerable version.

They would not be equal in term of intelligence or power obviously but in term of experience and emotional intelligence Harry would bring a lot in the balance.

Really depends of a lot of things

Stilk I love all the Harrydore setting xD sad there is ao little fics about those two 🥲

[dhr-ao3]

BLOODLINES

BLOODLINES https://ift.tt/1x8A3GO by emavelasquez09 Una historia donde todo lo que Draco y Ema creían ser cierto se desmorona poco a poco, crecer al lado de Draco bajo las circunstancias y el peso de su apellido obligaron a Ema tomar el camino menos esperado Words: 880, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Sex Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ema Grindelwald, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, victor krum, Gellert Grindelwald, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall Relationships: Draco Malfoy/ Ema Grindelwald, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Forbidden Love, bloodlines via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/G6slpjJ March 09, 2025 at 08:01PM

[firendgold]

a comparison

things we learned about Albus Dumbledore from the secrets of dumbledore:

he's still hanging out with anachronistically-misplaced Minerva McGonagall

contrary to book canon, he is apparently still more concerned with his past feelings for Gellert than he is with the mystery of who killed his sister

also contrary to book canon, he 'sees' Gellert Grindelwald several times in the 20s and 30s, instead of not seeing him from 1899 - 1945

his annoying bitch-ass brother was a teen parent, apparently

things we did not learn about Albus Dumbledore from the secrets of dumbledore:

his exact birth date

any details at all about his relationship with his parents or Ariana

when and how he met or will meet Fawkes

when or how he met Nicolas Flamel

what sparked his interest in alchemy, transfiguration, etc.

whether he's really naturally brilliant or just self-taught and very well-read

what wood and magical item his frigging original wand is made of

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

*Harry & Theodore arriving in alternate universe where: it’s 1944 during a global wizard & muggle war, TMR is alive & headboy & running the student body at Hogwarts, the Unspeakables in the DOM have captured them & are studying them as experiments, Gellert Grindelwald & Albus Dumbledore are on the same side of the war & lovers, & time & reality are collapsing in on itself*

Harry (to Theodore):

*Escaping the above reality only to end up in an alternate universe where: it’s 1984, there was no wizarding war because Gellert Grindlewald & Albus Dumbledore had both died as teens, Petunia Evans is the only witch of her family, & the Ministry is controlled & run by Undersecretary Gaunt (a.k.a Adult TMR) would is popularly considered to be a very swell guy, & time & reality is still collapsing in on itself*

Harry & Theodore (both):

[tricksterringmaster]

How do you feel about albus dumbledore x gellert grindelwald???🤔👀 I like this ship, but Ive seen it get some hate sadly…

I find it kind of funny. Two teens had two month of love and made it everyone else's problem in a way of trying to conquer the world or acting out of trauma towards all people around them for the next century. We can talk a lot about teen love stories in HP, but this is just the ultimate one for me. The shortest period of time with the most dire consequences.

Rather than that I don't care about it much and I certainly don't hate it. I came across some metas, read them partly, but this ship just doesn't excite me. Fascinate, yeah, but in a very specific way.

I'm kind of interested now in what exactly people hate, feels like fandom hates Dumbledore and doesn't care about Grindelwald much, "omg, two awful men together, how inappropriate" - is it like that?

[hp-soulmates]

💞 [FIC] souls and marks 💞

Title: souls and marks

Giftee: nocturn

Author: ???

Ship: Gellert Grindelwald/Albus Dumbledore

Prompt #: 54

Word Count: 1,138

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Blood Magic, Soulmate Loss

Summary:

A new parlour opens near the Diagon Alley, offering to reveal the soulmarks. Everyone is, naturally, curious, and clients start coming over, while the owner, one infamous Gellert Grindelwald, watches over them.

Read on AO3!

[apicelladonna]

“Dear diary, my teen angst has a body count now” and it’s Gellert Grindelwald in 1899, Godric’s Hollow–nearly tripping over the Dumbledore’s entry way as he stared at the lifeless body of Ariana then never looking back at those horrified blue eyes of Albus.

He sees them again in 1932...1945...then nevermore.

[sammy-a-87]

Bathilda Bagshot nee Grindelwald

It had been a week since Gellert’s arrival at Godric’s Hallow, time which he had spent mostly locked up in his old room, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. The realization of this not being a dream, nor memories, or some obscure circle of hell, was hard to digest at best and mind-numbingly confusing at worst. After that talk and crying session, which he wasn't proud of in the slightest, he didn't sleep at all, and for three days all he could do was stare bewildered at the ceiling, sitting sprawled out on the small bed in the small room he called now his own. It was just as bland as he remembered it, but this time the sight was actually comforting- simple white walls, a big window, a wooden desk right under it, a bed big enough for two scrawny teens, a dresser, and a small bookshelf. He had shoved his trunk under the bed before plopping on the soft mattress. Once his mind finally caught up with his situation, he began writing in an empty notebook. Wrote everything he remembered from his ‘old’ life, as he called it now, then everything he was supposed to know in this ‘new’ one; stuff like don't do magic away from Tilly’s house or the twelve uses of dragon blood haven't been discovered yet. He noted down all the small things he could think of that would make him look odd if he let them slip. It took him another three days to accomplish this. At some point, he thought about starting a diary as well, but he swiftly rejected the idea.

On the seventh day since his arrival, he finally ventured into the living room, picking up books to read. Mostly books written by his aunt. Writing in that little notebook made him realize just how little he knew about her- he had never shown interest in her work or her life but he supposed he could start now, new chance and all that. That’s where Bathilda found him later that day, curled up on the couch, completely engrossed in her latest edition of “Hogwarts: A History”.

“Found anything interesting to read?” she sat down next to him, smiling softly. She was starting to like this new side of him, even if his little self-isolation had worried her.

“Ah, ist nur… it's just … you have a nice writing style. It's a shame to have a writer around and not read their stuff, right?” Gellert smiled at her sheepishly, waving the book in the air.

“Interesting style, you say…. I'm glad you like what I write. Where did you get at?”

“Uh…. currently there’s a passage about a…room of requirement? Why does this place sound so much better than Durmstrang?”

Bathilda laughed. He loved it when she did it, she instantly appeared several decades younger, more carefree, and happy. Suddenly he remembered the photographs. “Actually, scratch that. Uh….” He was stuttering again. “Ah, I wanted to…I wanted to ask you. When I came here. Um- weißt du… ja, yeah-” Why can't I talk like a normal person, for fuck’s sake?!

“What’s on your mind, Schatz?” she looked at him expectantly, but without any judgment.

“I-I don't want to overstep but…..but, um,” he took a deep breath. “Why aren’t you married? You're brilliant- surely you could've found someone…?” He instantly regretted ever speaking as Bathilda's face darkened. Her gaze fell down to her hands, fidgeting with her empty ring finger. For a long moment, they just stood in silence, neither daring to speak first. Gellert looked at her with concern and slight fear- was she gonna explode on him? Yell? Throw him out? He didn't know what he would do if the one person in his life who loved him unconditionally, suddenly hated him just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“I…don't like to think about it, but i was married once. It was a long time ago though, surely you ain’t interested in some old woman’s tales.” her tone was grave, like he'd never heard before, and without thinking about it, reached his hand to hold hers.

“I…am interested in knowing you , Tante. If you're comfortable sharing, that is.” The boy’s soft voice caught her off guard and a small smile broke the tension on her face.

“What do you say if I were to tell you over some tea?” He nodded and they got up, changing the scenery to that of the quaint kitchen. Gellert sat at the table while Bathilda turned the stove on. Doing such simple things the muggle way…it seemed so strange to the young wizard. He was about to comment on it but she might as well have read his mind, for she spoke first.

“Doing stuff with your own hands might seem pointless, but there's a certain satisfaction coming from it…and a sense of peace. It's never good to be overly dependent on magic, mark my words.”

“I see,” he answered quietly, observing her hands rapidly preparing everything for the perfect tea: mincing mint leaves- she always said it helped get the flavor out- adding sugar to the boiling water, grounding cinnamon.

“I was 15. My father wasn't satisfied with having a still-maiden daughter that old. It just didn't look good, you know? Others my age already had children, but i was more interested in books. One day he had enough of me ‘wasting away’ and convinced a random British gentleman that I would be perfect for him. I knew no word in English at the time, couldn't understand what they were talking. Next thing I knew I was…I was in a wedding dress. Beautiful it was, extravagant and imposant. Almost fit for royalty. Father had never given out so much gold for me before.”

Gellert listened carefully, half wanting to feel sorry for her, half wanting to be utterly disgusted with his grandfather. Perhaps it was alright to feel both. “What about Vater?”

“Your father didn't give two shits, to be blunt. He was glad to have me gone and all the gold and prestige promised to him. He always harbored a deep hatred for me, even as children. How much of it was our father’s influence, however, I don't know nor care anymore.” She dropped everything in the boiling water.

“The man brought me to England. Had a pretty mansion right in London. He didn't care for me, at least not enough. I was in a foreign land, surrounded by people speaking a language I could understand….and take this- he had been married once already, and still lived with his ex. To say she hated me was an understatement. Apparently, she thought he left her for me when really he took me on a whim. I spent the next 3 years with them until she left with another man. Then it was just the two of us and the house elves. The moment she left he seemed to have forgotten all about my existence. Wouldn't even greet me, avoided me even.”

“That’s just horrible…he was a total arse.” Bathilda chuckled at the boy's remark.

“Indeed he was. After another two years, I couldn't stand it anymore. I managed to learn the language on my own as best as I could but never spoke to anyone- he always kept me inside. I killed him.” His eyes threatened to jump out of their sockets. How can she speak so casually about this? Tante Tilly killed someone in cold blood…

“No way… w-what did you do then?” he couldn't help his curiosity, even faced with this morbid truth- hadn't he killed thousands? Why did it feel so much more taboo to have his aunt do it too? Maybe because she was always so sweet and kind and gave the impression that she could never hurt a fly…

“I ran away. Got all his gold and took the first carriage I saw. The ministry only saw me as a poor scared widow…gave me everything he owned since I was, by marriage, his only family. The carriage left me here, in this little town that was still a village back then.”

She poured the tea into the cups. As if sensing his next question, she continued: “They never check for muggle poisons.”

She handed him the steaming cup.

[albusgellertalways]

Stripped Alpha/Omega fic

Ch 8:  The Blood Troth

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39923829/chapters/118907008

Summary:   Gellert holds another rally to expose the Ministry's treacherous future plans for Omegas. Albus and Gellert travel to Stonehenge, where they make a blood troth to bind their souls. Not long after, Albus is in for a surprise.

Excerpt:  Gellert’s clothes vanished, leaving him completely starkers.  “I come here freely tonight, stripped bare before you.”  He gazed deeply into Albus’ eyes, which had darkened with anticipation.  “In the presence of Merlin, I bind our twin souls together in sacred union, for all eternity. Liebling, I am yours and you are mine.  Let the mixing of our blood be a never-ending symbol of our eternal love. I pledge to always be true and to always treat you with dignity and respect.  I will never love another.”  

Gellert took a deep breath before declaring, “I pledge my troth to thee, my Omega, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. My body, heart, and soul are yours and only yours forevermore.” Gellert nodded at his mate, who was barely holding back tears. “I pledge myself to thee, my Alpha, Gellert Grindelvald,” said Albus, perfectly pronouncing Gellert’s name according to German tradition.   “My body, heart, and soul are yours and only yours forevermore.  You are my perfect mate, my perfect complement, my constant and touchstone.  I remain yours for all eternity.” 

“Now, we make it official.”  Gellert used his wand to superficially cut his left palm.  “Your turn.” Albus held out his right palm and Gellert slightly nicked it. Their palms kissed as a few droplets of blood trickled down their hands. After interlocking their fingers, Gellert pressed his lips to Albus’.  They melted into each other for a moment until something caught their eye. A tiny white sphere formed in the air, encasing two drops of their blood.  Albus watched, enthralled as a glimmering silver pendant formed around the sphere.  A long, silver chain attached to the necklace as it dangled in the air.

[kazuza-art]

Hey... can you give a sneak peak as to what old Albus thought when he caught Alfrit and Tom getting intimate while conducting Legilimency on him?

I am guessing he was having flashbacks. Or "Ooops... this is Summer of 1899 all over again?"

Also am curious how will Tom react when he sees Grindelwald with his "dove"?

And last but not least: How will Aberforth react when he sees Tom and Alfrit?

basically ... XD

Stunned, Albus took a step toward the boy and grabbed him by the chin, cold and unyielding, even as the teen's eyes widened from shock and fear.

It took a second for Albus to find his way through the teenager's familiar mind.

This is really me, he thought wildly, horrified and amazed. 

The unmistakable flow of thought and memories floated around him, so foreign and familiar at the same time. Even Gellert would not have been able to craft something so real, so intricate.

Albus flipped through the thoughts one by one, ignoring his younger self's attempt to dislodge him from his mind. 

He’s at home after all.

The teenager’s thoughts are… Worrying. Dark, gloomy, full of anger and distress. The dark room… The entrapment, the feeling of despair slowly closing in, it almost made Albus’ heart melt with compassion. 

The boy is so painfully young.

But then he got flashes of Grindelwald pictures, carefully cut out of newspaper, part of his speeches collected and classified… Hours of memories spent rewriting those hateful, bigoted speeches with a fanatic zeal. It makes Albus sick. But most of all it makes him angry.

Silly, naive boy…

He pushes further, through more and more useless memories: petty grudges, and meaningless problems compared to what is happening here and now.

He used to be so small, so arrogant, so irritating… And of course, the boy would think Grindelwald is the second coming of Merlin. Of course, he would have befriended Tom Riddle out of all the people. 

Albus searched more aggressively now, ignoring totally the teenager gasping in pain and Horace commanding him to just stop.

He wanted to see, he wanted to find her. He wants to see her face, hear her voice. He wanted to remember how much he didn’t care back then, about anything, anything but himself. He wanted to drown himself into shame so he would never forget…Never forget again how much of a piece of shit he really is.

But his younger self suddenly pushed back, hard.

A memory of Tom is thrown at him, sharp and cold like a blade. The boy kissing him… No biting him, the feeling of fear, excitement and pleasure/pain overwriting everything and Albus jerked out of the boy’s mind as if he had been burned.

Albus is back in the present, almost drunk from the rush of all those memories, eyes meeting feverish almost lucent blue eyes, fiery with anger and glassy with pain. His own eyes. 

Stupid boy. Falling for yet another Gellert in the making. Stupid, naive little boy. Won’t you ever learn?!

[dhr-ao3]

BLOODLINES

BLOODLINES https://ift.tt/1x8A3GO by emavelasquez09 Una historia donde todo lo que Draco y Ema creían ser cierto se desmorona poco a poco, crecer al lado de Draco bajo las circunstancias y el peso de su apellido obligaron a Ema tomar el camino menos esperado Words: 880, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Sex Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ema Grindelwald, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, victor krum, Gellert Grindelwald, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall Relationships: Draco Malfoy/ Ema Grindelwald, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Forbidden Love, bloodlines via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/UI6v5n8 March 09, 2025 at 08:01PM