Gellert Grindelwald loved being free. There is nothing like the fresh country air of Scotland. Every inhale and exhale felt so amazingly good. But if there was one thing he hated… it was snow. Incendio Maximo. The next street suddenly was rid of snow as it melted away don the gutters at the side of the pavement. He smiled. There was something magical about magic he thought. He laughed at his thought.
"Master, we are nearly there," said a cloaked figure next to him.
"Thank you Alecto," said Gellert.
"Master, is this wise?" Alecto whispered nervously eyeing up the next street. With another wave of the wand the snow was gone… again.
"Yes. It is Alecto."
"Master, we don't want to attract attention to ourselves yet."
"Your right. We don't Alecto."
"Master, with all due respect, I have visited Azkaban and I don't want to go there. We are he countries most wanted."
"You are. I'm not. I am meant to be dead Alecto."
Gellert stopped in front of a wooden building with a sign hanging loosely off the side. There was a picture of a hog on it and just underneath, in peeled lettering, was the name the Hogs Head. Gellert smiled and gestured Alecto to his side.
"Alecto"
"Stay here and guard the front door."
"Master, but of course."
Gellert glided up the steps and turned the door knob. It was locked. Alohomora. They door clicked open and he stepped inside. He summoned a table in front of him. He then summoned a piece of parchment and quill.
He wrote in elegant lettering.
Dear customers,
It is with great regret to announce that I, Aberforth Dumbledore, will be closing the Hogs Head indefinitely. It has always been my desire to take the traditional trip round the globe but unfortunately, for reasons best kept to my self, I will be gong now. I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience but I am sure the Three Broomsticks will be of better use to you.
When Gellert had finished he stuck the notice to the door using a permanent sticking charm. He suddenly admired himself and his work.
"Aberforth. My dear friend," Gellert shouted up the stairs of the pub, "Why don't you come join me at this hour."
"Who is it? You know this is called breaking and entering. And I'm not a fan of burglars," shouted back a sarcastic voice. He heard a bed creak and a person tread across the wooden floorboards.
Gellert would never forget the look on Aberforth's face as he came down the stairs.
"You… How can you? Albus… killed… what?" gasped Aberforth. He carefully walked down the stairs and faced Grindelwald.
"Greetings. Happy to see me?" asked Gellert shaking stunned mans hand. Aberforth shook his head and turned away.
"YOU MUDERER!" screamed Aberforth punching Gellert hard in the face. The blow took Gellert off his feet and over the bar into a pile of glasses stacked neatly. The shards broke and spiked Gellert.
"Ouch. You moron," exclaimed Gellert brandishing his wand.
"Why are you here?" asked Aberforth wand pointing steadily at Gellert. Gellert stood up straight and shook the shards off glass off him.
"Well, I killed Ariana, my year old friend Voldy organised Professor Wessor Dumbly Bumbly Dore's death. Now I want to complete the hat trick. Well, I'm just going to take you prisoner."
Stupefy. A red jet of light surged from Aberforth's wand but Gellert deflected easily with a casual flick of his wrist. Incendio. Aberforth's hair set a light and he fell to the ground. Aguamenti. Water spurted out of Gellert's wand and put out the flame that had singed must of Aberforth's hair. Aberforth lay panting heavily on the floor of the pub losing consciousness. Avis Eaglum. An eagle suddenly appeared from no where and settled on Gellert's shoulder, ruffling its feathers.
"I will not succumb to you."
"Oh. You think I won't break you like I did Ariana's little brittle bones," shouted Gellert madly.
"No."
"You're funeral," Gellert raised his wand, "Well actually no. It hasn't come to that yet."
Oppugno. The eagle flew from Gellert and tore at Aberforth's skin. He screamed in agony while Gellert chuckled quietly. Reducto. The eagle burst and feathers and goodness know how many bones and body parts were blasted over the floor. Aberforth's wand was in his hand and smiled at his spell work.
Obscuro. A blindfold suddenly folded itself round Gellert's head and Aberforth leapt up but as if his eyes open Gellert flicked his wand and Aberforth stumbled to the wooden floor with a thud and lay still.
"Alecto," shouted Gellert repairing the damage in the room. Alecto tore into the room, wand drown and waiting.
"Master," she said, "you called for me."
"Yes. I did. Take my friend here to the location we discussed. Apparate outside the boundaries and talk to no one and nothing Alecto."
"Yes master," said Alecto bowing lowly. Mobilicorpus. Aberforth's limp body lifted into the air and Alecto manoeuvred it outside.
"Goodbye master."
"Goodbye Alecto."
Alecto walked out and left Gellert alone. Gellert was going to go as well but thought he might need to clean up the mess he had made. Nothing a new dark lord could not fix. When all was done he looked upon his handiwork… and it was good.
He was back… and on a war path.
