Drabble Title: Tea Time with Gellert
Rating: T
Warnings: -
Word Count: 430
Summary: As a young Gellert Grindelwald nears ever closer to his first Deathly Hallow, he begins to hope for his better future.
Notes: -
A church looms over Godric's Hollow, hiding the two boys – barely yet men – from view. The shortest, an auburn-haired man dressed in old, demure clothes leaned against the wall of the building, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at his taller companion.
"We must move soon, my friend. I'm almost there, I can feel it!" The blond man's voice had an eager enthusiasm to it. "Afterwards, it'll be a quick slash to our victory."
The blue eyes of the man leaning against the church lost some of their sheen when he glanced down uncertainly, a small frown marring his face.
"Gellert… Are you sure about this? You know it could fail. If it does…" He trailed off, his frown deepening.
"Oh, Albus…" His head shook, his long fingers inching up to caress the other's face and point it to his. "I'm positive. This is what we're meant to do, my friend. This is what we've always been meant to do."
He let go of him, turning around and pacing the ground energetically.
"The muggles… They are uneducated, cared for not by their superiors but instead by those who dare impose their authority over them for want of power. This must change. We cannot ignore their plights anymore, not when we have a duty, a responsibility to aid them! They must be governed and protected by us, not ignored and left to their filth."
Albus' head rose slowly, his frown lightening but not quite leaving him.
"This will be a war, Gellert. It will end with so many dead… Can we face the guilt that'll leave us? Can we make that decision? Should we?"
Gellert turned once more to him, a fond smile on his face.
"It is the height of all evil to leave the unprivileged to their faith when one has the power to aid them, is it not? We cannot, in all moral conscious, allow the muggles to remain alone in a world whose understanding they barely grasp," His hands gestured to the graveyard behind him. "There will be death, Albus. This I know. I will never be able to sentence another being to their death simply for the sake of it, but this cause… It outweighs any one person. You know this, Albus."
The man's blue eyes shut, remaining so for several silent seconds. The taller one let his friend think, moving only to rest his hands at his side. His breath came in controlled gasps as he attempted to calm himself.
"It does."
Gellert smiled, his eyes alight in happiness.
