A/N: Just to say this is a take on what may have happened in Dumbledores past and his battle withe Grindelwald. And Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling I just borrowed it.

A mournful bell tolled the midnight hour across the misty town and was answered by the chilling howls of dogs. A breeze blew through the trees surrounding a small park that would once have looked beautiful but now looked as mournful as the tolling of the bell. There was a great sadness and fear in the town which no one could explain, it had descended with the mist, and with the arrival of them.

A young man, who was the son of the butcher of this town, crouched in the shadow of an alley way overlooking the park and the place that had been chosen for the rendezvous that night. In the pit of the stomach he felt the beginnings of worry, the bell still tolled midnight, he should have been here by now. His hands tightened their grip on the MP40 machine pistol that he cradled and he checked his watch. Then he heard the loud crack he had been waiting for.

The middle of the park, that had been deserted only moments before, was now occupied by three oddly dressed men. They all drew what looked like crafted sticks from within their robes and stared intently into the night. The young man who crouched in the alley moved forwards, the mans name was Louis Dechampe and he had taken pride in being trusted with this mission which he had been told was of the gravest importance. He remembered his orders and careful to hold his weapon out to the side he walked towards the trio. As he approached one of the men stepped forward pointing the stick he held threateningly at his chest.

'Say it quick and say it right' growled the man, who had a fearsome face with a great beard and a deep scare running over his left eye and towered over Louis who considered himself tall at six foot.

'F-fizzing whizzbees' stammered Louis under the baleful gaze of the hulking giant of a man. 'Close enough I suppose' snarled the man.

'Mousier Dumbledore?' asked Louis stepping a little closer looking at each man in turn.

'Yes my young friend I am Dumbledore' replied the man in the middle stepping forward. Louis felt an immediate liking for this man who was about the same height as Louis with short auburn hair a crooked nose and deep blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles.

'I am to take you to the Major mousier, we have food and warmth and you can rest until tomorrow night' Louis explained in a rush.

'That sounds wonderful, please lead the way.' said a beaming Dumbledore.

They moved swiftly through the dark streets pausing at the command of Louis whenever a sound or chink of light in a window worried him. As they reached the main square of the town Louis waved them down behind a low wall then moved forward to the door of the nearest house. He knocked three times in quick succession on the door and then waited. While Louis began a hushed conversation in French with the occupants of the house Dumbledore looked across at the largest building in the square. It had once been the town hall but was now the Headquarters to them.

They were the followers of Grindelwald, or the Nazi's to the muggles, and they had spread like a disease across Europe. Dumbledore felt the bile rise in his throat at the memory of his and Grindelwald's plans from his childhood and he could ever have believed that the idea was right. But he would rectify this and end Grindelwald's horrific regime. Dumbledore had hidden long enough from the past and now he was here to save the future.