Dumbledore and Grindelwald meet in this chapter. I also give a little background on how I think Dumbledore's life would be going at this point in time. please review!
"Ariana!" Albus yelled up the stairs at his younger sister. God she was infuriating sometimes. "Come Down and eat your breakfast! I don't care if you're tired."
"Stop yelling at her! She's not going to respond to you when you yell." Aberforth told his older brother. "I'll go talk to her."
As Aberforth went upstairs to convince Ariana to eat her breakfast, Albus floated the egg platter over to the table and let it land with a clatter. He wished he didn't have to be here, he wished he could be out traveling the world with Elphias, he wished his mother were still alive. He missed his mother so much it physically hurt, his bones and muscles ached with grief.
Now that Albus was the head of the family, he had to be there to take care of Ariana. Not that Aberforth couldn't or wouldn't do it. In fact it was usually Aberforth who calmed her down when she was upset.
It's not that Albus didn't love Ariana as much as Aberforth; it's just that she was so immature and didn't understand how to deal with her. His mother had babied Ariana her whole life, but he couldn't treat her like that anymore. She needed to grow up, something Aberforth seemed to have trouble understanding.
Aberforth and Ariana came running down the stairs. Their laughter grated on his nerves. "Oh it smells delicious Al!" Araina said pleasantly. He smiled slightly, his anger ebbing away. He was pleased with his eggs and pancakes. He had to admit that it was one of the first meals he hadn't ruined. He could make fifteen parrots pop out of nowhere, and in less than ten minutes he could brew a potion that would kill you instantly, but he just couldn't manage to make food that didn't taste like goblin piss. His mother was a great cook, when she wasn't stressed out. His mother made the best pancakes, light and fluffy, but nice and thick. His pancakes, as good as they had turned out that day, were a poor substitution.
After Breakfast, Ariana helped Albus clean up to show him she was sorry for having been difficult that morning. Albus was floating the clean plates over to Araina to put away, when he heard a soft knock on the door. He floated the rest of the plates into their place and went to go answer the door, hoping it was someone dropping off another casserole to apologize for not being able to attend the funeral.
"Ms. Bagshot?" he asked, upset to see no casserole. "What are you doing here?"
"Hi Albus! It's great to see you. Can I come in?" Bathilda said genially looking around Albus and waving at Ariana who had followed Albus over to the door.
"Uhh... Sure." He said looking around; he hadn't really cleaned since the Funeral. "Sorry it's a little messy."
"Oh no bother, I just wanted to introduce you to my Great-nephew, Gellert." She said, and as she walked in she revealed a tall blonde boy with a surly expression. He hunched into the house and nodded at Albus.
Albus could feel his heart beating fast, and couldn't seem to remember how to form words. All he could do was drink in the boy's sharp features and light blue eyes.
"He's your age, and he's visiting me for a while, I thought maybe you could show him around. I'm sure he's been going crazy with boredom having only me to hang out with." Bathilda giggled at her joke. She continued to babble on walking around and looking at all the things around the house with great interest.
Albus nodded dumbly while starring, transfixed at the new boy. He tried to convince himself that he only felt this way because he was excited to finally have someone his own age to talk to, but in the back of his mind he knew he wanted more than friendship.
