Well, this is my new series. I really hope I finish this. Now, I'm not the best writer, I usually just type out what I think and then post it on this site. Maybe, I'll get a beta reader, but that usually takes a lot of time and I don't really like to waste my time. Perhaps if this series gets popular, I'll put more effort into it.

A yellow curse whizzed by Albus's head as he quickly hid behind a park bench. Breathing rapidly, he sneaked a peak at Gellert only to come face to face with another curse. Thrown back aggressively, he slammed into the wall of a cafe. Reacting quickly, he fired a succession of stunners, bone-breaking hexes, and a slow-motion charm. Casting a strong shield, Gellert grinned, "You seem to be getting tired, Albus. Surely you haven't given up yet?"

Albus scowled, "I wouldn't dream of it Gellert. You need to be stopped." Standing up he transfigured the previous bench into a bull, casting a quick fire hex, the bull burst into flames. Gellert's eyes widen in surprise at the flaming bull barreling toward him at full speed. Using the distraction, Albus apparated behind Gellert and fired the disarming curse. Gellert sliced his wand, the bull cutting into pieces, and whirled around to cast a strong protego. Twirling his wand, a sudden force rumbled through the deserted street. The shop glasses shattered instantly and flew directly at Albus. Sensing this, he erected a dome to change the glass into harmless snow. Gellert laughed, "Brilliant! Personally, I would have redirected them back to me, but you always had a soft heart didn't you?"

"Never wishing people harm is not a weakness, Gellert. Clearly you do not follow the same motto."

Gellert's face darkened, "I am always thinking of others. For the greater good, no?" with anger, he sent the cruciatas curse to Albus.

Dodging the curse and sending one back, Albus replied, "Enslaving muggles is not what is good, Gellert!"

"Weren't you my first follower?"

"I might have at one point, but that quickly changed along with your views."

"Enough pillow talk, Albus, and let me kill you." A sudden wind erupted from Gellert's wand and swirled to Albus. Being blown from his feet he quickly cast a cushion charm on the ground to protect him. Replying with brute force, he sent a thin line of lightning to Gellert. It hit it in his arm and he was momentarily shocked. Grabbing at the chance for victory, Albus sent the same gust of wind toward Gellert, which was super effective.

With a quick accio Gellert's wand was in Albus's hand. Despite winning the battle, Albus's was full of remorse and grief. He walked over to his old friend and stood over the shocked figure. The man before him was not the man he knew, yet he looked so much like him. He couldn't help but think of the days where they would spend hours thinking of political speeches to help enforce the Statue of Secrecy.

"Albus, I am so sorry." With a look full of skeptic and hope, Albus looked down into Gellert's eyes.

"For what Gellert?"

"For betraying you, for thinking my ideas would actually help the public," at this Gellert started crying, "what I'm saying is I'm sorry for becoming the man I never wanted to be."

Still disbelieving, Albus said, "I don't know if I can forgive you Gellert, why the sudden change?"

"I just realized how much I let you down. It was more painful than any cruciatus curse."

"I don't think I can forgive you this easily."

"Please Albus, I love you."

Eyes wide with shock, Albus didn't react when Gellert gingerly gotten up. He even smiled when Gellert cupped his cheek with his unharmed hand. But the happiness ended quickly when a sharp pain erupted from his stomach as Gellert kneed him. Grabbing his wand and Albus's, Gellert grinned down at the fool he called a friend.

"You think I didn't know about your silly crush, Albus? I saw you staring wistfully at me while we were planning;" bending down to the pathetic creature on the ground, he whispered, "Do you really think I could ever love you? Don't be delusional, faggot."

Pure devastation was etched on Albus Dumbledore's face. The fact that he let Gellert take advantage of him is worse enough, but now he will die because of it. Raising his black wand to his oldest friend, Gellert grinned, "I suppose I could give you the same treat you allowed me. I will let you live, so every day you will regret your choice of not following me. For betraying me. I will send a servant every year till I die asking if you want to change your mind, I advise you to accept it."

Pressing his wand to his palm, a sudden crack broke the silence that fell upon the street. A cloaked man stood before the two men, bowing quickly.

"You called, my Lord?"

Gellert smiled, "Take Mr. Dumbledore to Nermagand, in one of the highest levels of security. Do not harm his wand, he will be using it one day."

And with that final crack of departure, the world shifted from its original line. Dumbledore did not defeat Grindlewald. He did not stop the Dark Lord from taking over. He did not prevent the rise of power from Lord Grindlewald that thus happened. Because of this, Grindlewald became the most powerful man in the world. He basked in that power and used it to win the election for Minister of Magic in Britain. After winning, he exposed wizardry to Muggles and enslaved them to the Wizarding Race. Other countries followed suit until the entire world was united under one force, Grindlewald. Without Dumbledore to defeat him, he was unmatched by no one, and ruled with an iron fist.

No one could defeat him except Dumbledore, not even Harry Potter.