Albus Dumbledore stroked his finger on the bumps of the Elder wood stick, he admired it with caution. He put his hand on the delicate wand and raise it with much care, not because it is powerful, which it certainly is, but the memories it helps of his ex-lover, Gellert.
With a fast flick of his hand, Albus pulled out a silvery substance, and swing it into the carefully decorated ancient silver bowl.
Immediately, Dumbledore appeared in a small cottage, he turns his head to admire the beautiful green summer grass and sparkling stars of the summer night of his childhood home, Godric Hallow. In front of the cottage door, two males around the age of 18 stand there talking and laughing. Albus Dumbledore blinked several times to believe the scene, even if he has seen it many times. One of the young men was Gellert Grindlewald, the one with strawberry blond one was him.
Albus closed his eyes and even so he couldn't see anything, he could smell the sweet honeysuckles in the air and the two men talking about their plans to change the world.
"So young, so arrogance, so stupid to let the love blind me" a small whimper escapes out of Dumbledore's mouth. With his eyes closed, he could still almost feel the warmest of Gellert. He listens to Gellert telling him about the big plan he has to reshape the world and find the deathly hallows and for them to be the masters of death.
Albus opens his eyes and saw the younger him touching Gellert's cheek, running his hands on his beautiful features. He could almost feel the tickling on his scalp when Gellert ruffled his younger self's hair with his long cold fingers. He signed, and even he, the most powerful wizard in the world, can be driven out of his mind by the power of memory and love.
Dumbledore rubs his hand on his broken nose, a painful reminder of what Gellert has taken away from him. Of when he held Arianna's dead body in his lap, and when Grindlewald walked away from him without even comforting him or even simply breaking up with him.
As Albus's thoughts went back to reality, the image of the summer night in Godric hallow rippled, and then, he found him back inside his study, at Hogwarts. He took one last glance at the elder wand containing the thestral hair, and more importantly, contains his former lover's dreams. When his thought rippled to the image of the once handsome Gellert, now sitting alone in his prison, weak and heartbroken.
He deserves it, Albus Dumbledore thought, he is as evil as Lord Voldemort. When his thought come by, he cleared his mind. There is a much bigger problem in the world, much bigger than his midsummer night dream about Gellert.
Memory is everything, without it we are blind. Even so with all the rise of Voldemort going on and not having enough time to think of Grindlewald, the memory still remains. The power of memory could not be erased. Trying not to think of the memory with Gellert is just a way to fool himself, either that or the
