Rea: Yes! My first story on my first account. So, I have about 6 fanfictions that I wrote for different things and it might take a while to get them all up. I have another fanfiction that I wrote for Harry Potter if you care to check it out. Also, if you want to e-mail me, e-mail Dexterkillspuppieslol at yahoo. (Sorry if it seems morbid, it's funnier if you watch Dexter. I don't mean to offend anyone with that address.)

Len: The ones written in part by me are the Dexter and Harry Potter ones.

Summary: Three one-shots of the same event in different views, one Albus', one Grindlewald's and one Aberforth's. Warning:boy love! Nothing explicit.

Aberforth Viewpoint:

It was Grindelwald. You knew it before you answered the door. You knew by the knock. Two, polite taps. Or by the fact that it was always him at this early hour. In whatever way, you knew. And I could tell you knew, by the look on your face. By the way your eyes light up and you began to fix your hair. I sighed. And you answered the door.

It is never a surprise that he is there, for he is ever present. Even in the night, where the owls keep me up as they deliver letters to you, then across the street to him. I'm sure you're grateful that owls are nocturnal.

Nevertheless, you say "Good morning, Grindelwald. What a pleasant surprise!"

"Thank you, Dumbledore." He replies politely, and he steps in at your invitation.

You never call each other by first names. At least, not if you think I'm listening to you. After all, that would be so very inappropriate. The little brother should never know of a romantic relationship. You are much to formal: too much old-blood for such things.

But I can tell that you're flirting. You smile your real smile: The non-flattering one that shows that you're truly enjoying yourself. You never give that smile to us. He smiles back. You sit close to him, almost touching, and when he complement the way your hair falls, you blush. It is as clear to him as to me that he has you under his thumb. One compliment will send your head spinning.

You obviously think I'm gone, for you let him touch your hair. You close your eyes as he kisses you and he calls you "Albus" His Albus. No longer the provider of family and loved ones. Only his.

You go ahead. I'll take care of her. Some of us have work to do, older brother.

Rea: I hope it's alright. I'll upload the other chapters soon.