A/N: A present for Sioned. Because the world needs more Dumblewald.
Based on the song of the same title by Say Anything
I Want To Know Your Plans
They always talked about the future, what they would do in the coming decades. Their plans, their aspirations, ambitions.
The greater good.
They didn't talk about being seventeen. What they were doing now. They didn't talk about Ariana now. They talked about what the future would be like for Ariana once they had won. They didn't talk about Aberforth…well, at all.
They didn't talk about Durmstrang or Gellert's family either.
Just about their plans for the future. For tomorrow and the next day and the next day and one hundred years from then.
But then it all came crashing down and Gellert had to flee. And of course Albus' nightmares were plagued by a beautiful, merry faced blond and a dead sister.
He hardly knew how many years later he looked at Grindelwald. The man.
Not the boy he had discussed the greater good with, the man who had taken it too far.
This wasn't what we had planned.
That was on both of their minds that day.