Gellert Grindelwald, a wild blond youth of seventeen, was lying on the low branches of an oak tree, shielded from view by the green leaves. His merry face was one of handsome trickery, with a slight haughtiness about him. Gellert had an aura of brilliance that even a Muggle could tell.
But he didn't feel so brilliant today; his insides burned like he had drunken a whole quart of firewhiskey. But this feeling was of rage, not of an overdose of a fiery drink.
How dare those dunderheads at Durmstrang expel him when he had hardly done anything wrong. All he did was set one little dark spell on that bratty first year and he was forced to pack his bags and leave for good. At least he managed to carve his sign into the wall before he left. Now all of Durmstrang would forever remember the greatest wizard that ever set foot in it.
After banished from school, he'd searched for months for the items he was seeking and his findings led him right here, to Godric's Hollow.
Now he went back to live with his great aunt Bathilda in Godric's Hollow. He'd been here for days and hadn't even found a single clue to where the things he was looking for might be was beginning to think they didn't exist at all. What a stupid waste of time, all those months of researching was.
He reached for his wand in his pocket and twirled it idly. There was a Muggle village here. He could have some fun and take out his anger on them.
There was a small Muggle boy of about twelve years old standing very close by, unaware of his presence. It would be easy…
He pointed his wand very carefully at the back of his head. Muttering a nasty spell, Gellert sent a jet of light straight at the Muggle boy through the leaves.
However, instead of seeing the shrimp shriek and start displaying the nasty effects of his hex, the spell merely bounced off his head. The Muggle boy didn't even turn around on show any sign at he felt it.
"Eh?" Gellert wondered if he had missed. But then he became aware of another boy around the same age as himself with neat auburn hair and a long nose standing just nearby. His eyes were also fixed upon the Muggle. Gellert had a funny feeling that this stranger could sense that he was hiding in the tree.
As the Muggle walked off, this tall, auburn haired boy didn't move. Gellert jumped down, intending to frighten him, but the boy didn't even flinch. Gellert suddenly noticed he also had a wand gripped in his hand.
"Who are you? Did you block my spell?" Gellert demanded. He was angry and felt ready to start a fight. The boy merely grimanced. He seemed as bitter and upset as Gellert did.
"Hey, I didn't mean anything. Just don't want you to get in trouble for mischief. My name's Albus. Albus Dumbledore. You're Ms. Bagshot's great-nephew, aren't you?" he said. He extended a hand. Gellert hesitated, then shook it.
"Uhh, yeah. I'm Gellert Grindelwald. You're one of those Dumbledores are you? I've heard of your family," said Gellert. He was beginning to feel at ease with this boy. Albus somehow seemed to have the same aura of brilliance that he did. He could make a valuable partner.
"How old are you? I've never seen you around at Hogwarts," Albus commented.
"Seventeen. And I don't go to Hogwarts, I go to Durmstrang, well I used to," Gellert spat bitterly.
"I'm seventeen too. Durmstrang, you say? Bit far from here. I know how you feel about being stuck. I was supposed to go on a world trip with my friend Doge, but now I'm stuck here, head of the family, left to care for two younger siblings. Damn it all, I wish I could get away from it. I left school full of glory and now I'm stuck in God awful Hollow," Albus looked miserable.
Gellert's anger subsided a little. At least he wasn't the only one miserable here. Besides, Albus could help him find what he was seeking here.