DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline and all new characters, new character development, new developments, are my intellectual property. This is the T version of this chapter. There might be an M version of this chapter under Malfoys and their Mates- M

A/N Read with care. Next Chapter the Pixies come back. Tomorrow. This contains new material. Be ready to dislike Dumbledore.

Part 3- Gellert's Holiday Special-

Someone or something was coming, maybe his family was sending something? Gellert had the letter ready, inside the book he was reading.

He sat on his cot and made sure books, pictures were all hidden; he wrapped the old blanket around his shoulders and sat to wait it was close enough to Christmas.

It was Albus; the disappointment must have been all over his face.

"Not happy to see me? I thought to be charitable and visit the ones behind bars." Albus greeted.

"Save your charity for others. Albus, I want to find out who killed my family. You were a friend once, and I am in need of your services." He saw Albus flinch.

"You fight for justice and surely you would want to assist me with this. My wife was a gentlewoman, and did you know that I never told you the biggest secret about her? If you only knew, you would never be able to sleep again. If you killed them, I pity you, because I will tell you her secret, and you will forever feel the horror of your actions."

Gellert had his eyes fixed on Albus, who didn't know he was being watched.

The look in Albus' eyes, and his expression told him truths that he didn't want to know. A knife went through Grindenwald's heart, and he had to control the desire to double in pain. For the first time ever he realized that Albus had a hand in their killings.

He also understood that if he hinted at knowing Albus' reaction, the other wizard would come into his cell and start looking. That very moment he started wondering about his broken memories.

After a long silence, Albus just sat on the chair behind the wall, appearing much older, and then with great effort, he started.

"Why should you want to know. It happened long ago. You cannot bring them back, nor do anything about it. What is done is done, let them rest."

Gellert couldn't control his anger, "Easy for you to say, I know you blame me for your sister's passing, but we were all guilty for letting our bad tempers control us. If your wife and children had been murdered you would want to know?" He wanted to change, so his next words caused him much effort.

"And before you even imply it, yes you're right, I did worse things than that. Think carefully and answer truthfully, we are old and should recognize mortality and must start behaving correctly. I am willing to make amends. Did you have a hand on their deaths? "

He meant it, since he also was going to ask many to forgive him, and he had to start somewhere.

"I resent your even suggesting that I would have done something so vile. This is just like you; I had come to bring you a book, apple tarts from the gardens, as well as some greens. There they go," and they appeared by his side.

Albus was clearly agitated; his eyes were wild and haunted.

"I must go, and yes I blame you for my sister and for much more. I cannot even say I am sorry for your family. You personally killed many families. As a matter of fact, I didn't know you had a family until you mentioned them."

Gellert saw how Albus' shoulders slumped, he was lying.

"Forgive me, but it is hard to find compassion inside of me for a monster like you. I am sorry for the human lives, and the innocent children, but maybe it happened for the greater good. What is the secret about your wife?" He was wringing his hands.

The former Dark Lord dug his nails on his hands, he wanted to hex Albus, but he wanted to reserve his power to try to talk to his family as soon as he left.

Never mind do it, Gellert thought, "Maybe you should feel bad, sometimes tragedy strikes closer to one's home than we ever thought possible. No, you wouldn't be in the least interested about my wife; she was much younger than I was." He could remember the day when he saw her for the first time.

"She was a mere girl when I married her, her parents wanted me to learn goodness from her." He answered with forced indifference. Not true, he had been crazy for her at first sight.

"Why should your sorrow over your family turn into my own? I no longer care for you, those feelings stopped nearly a century ago. Is this another of your mind games, my old enemy?" He paced the short length of the small room.

"And why do you think I care who your wife was? I think you are going to tell me some terrible lie. By the way, I know all my relatives, and none of them married you," Albus was disturbed, and Gellert wanted to hurt him.

"I never said for you to care for my feelings, did I? Never mind, be on your way. By the way, if I were you, I would look inside my sister's grave. You might be surprised of your findings. Do you remember the running dogs right after the accident?"

"Lies, all lies! What are you saying?" He remembered them; moreover, Abe and him had realized that they had 'lost time' and wondered about the wolf tracks they had found afterwards.

He was disturbed when they heard of the curly hair gentleman that had shown kindness to his sister, he felt sick. Something was wrong.

"Did you ever see a picture of my wife? She could have been your niece," Gellert's voice was icy and hard.

"You are the king of lies! Why tell me this? Why now?" Albus remembered his brother's beliefs on Animagis, or something greater than that. For years he told him of the wolves he saw around the house. NOOOOOO, no, don't let him confuse you. He kept telling himself.

"Never mind, thanks for your outstanding generosity. Ah, if I even found out that you had a hand in killing my flowers, my babies; I would find a way to leave this place; and if I were you, I would try to hide, or even to kill myself. I offered you forgiveness, but you didn't take it. And now I am not sure that I could offer it, ever again."

He was now sure if he ever had a doubt before; Albus was visibly trembling when he stood up. So he decided to let Albus draw his own conclusions, right or wrong.

"Albus, I have a little story even if you don't care to hear, it pleases me to tell you. Did you know my wife's mother was very sweet; it was tragic, she nearly died giving birth to her second child, many years after, a brother."

He paused for effect, aha, Albus was listening.

"The effort of giving birth for the second time was too much; it was difficult labor because he was a very large boy, due to his nature, plus his father was taller than most. She was never well after that." He paused thinking that his wife would not want him to tell Albus. No matter, he had already started.

"She never recuperated from a near fatal curse when she was very young, and her family thought she was dead. They even thought they had buried her, but they didn't, and she really wasn't dead."

Albus sat on the chair and held his forehead, he was in distress, Good, start feeling the pain.

"Her future husband saw the tragedy and heard a faint noise at the burial ground where her brothers hastily buried her and rescued her. He also had a very powerful nose, and could smell a live person."

Grindenwald's anger dissipated when he remembered about his in-laws, may God the Creator, the one his parents worshiped, forgive him.

Albus' eyes half closed while trying to Legilimance into Grindenwald's mind. Gellert allowed him just to enter to show his wife to Dumbledore.

In this memory Gellert was looking at her in the mirror right across the foot of the bed. He was looking with his eyes barely opened, the mirror showed her long and braided auburn hair with other color strands, and he, Gellert kissing her passionately while his hands slid over her naked backside.

She was on top of him, and her nightgown was rolled above her hips, so her delicious bum was out in the air. How he loved to kiss her body, indeed, that was what he was looking at.

He was half naked, socks, and one boot still on, and his trouser leg not quite off. It was a memory of his coming home late one night; she had jumped on him, lowered his trousers, and they had stumbled into bed.

She used to make his blood boil; her passion was pure and sweet. She was playful, and so very naughty, that was the night his daughter was made.

Albus saw a glimpse of her profile, and his body shook. It couldn't be, no it couldn't.

"Get out of my head Albus, I might not have magic, but my mind is intact. The memories of my wife are not for you. I didn't know you were coming in." He lied. He was always on guard, more than ever.

After Albus left his mind, he was seething in jealousy. He saw the wizard that he had loved in the middle of wild love making session with his wife.

He is a fool, thought Grindenwald. He hadn't seen the picture of her young mother on the bed's side table, for staring at his lover's face. A wizard that was looking at his wife with love and desire.

Albus apparated away with his face contorted in anger. But later he would look in the pensive, and he'd know.

When he was sure that Albus was gone, Gellert howled in anger, Albus had his family killed. His heart was in pieces, and now he finally understood that Albus was a jealous sick wizard. All had been out jealousy.

He roared, and screamed, "You sick fuck, you don't know what you did, and may you burn in hell." He cried bitter tears. If only he were wrong, he wasn't.

Albus had murdered his family out pure jealousy, not for any greater good, because he still loved Gellert when he had forgotten him long since; Gellert had been a young wizard who used sex as a weapon. He'd loved Albus as his best mate, nothing more.

He didn't have to escape to make Albus wished to die, a grimace contorted his Gellert's face. Albus would know in days the horror of his actions. Soon, very soon. Again doubt seized his mind, maybe he had it all wrong. Why couldn't he remember talking to Muggles?

He waited for a while and then put himself in a meditative stage. He reached all over the place sending hooks. He must have fallen asleep because he saw his younger brother, long ago dead; he had followed his parent's footsteps but practiced magic.

His nephew had visited him and his wife twice, trying to counsel him, begging him to change; but words fell on hard ground. Because of the Muggle war his brother could no longer travel; he had forgotten his nephew, why?

His brother showed him a scene but was hard to see. He saw in present time but broken in frames.

His brother was dressed like a Muggle soldier and driving a large vehicle. He was at Gellert's home, with a young woman helping him, she was dressed in man's clothes, maybe a uniform.

He was loading bundles in the back of the vehicle, looking all around. Then he was pulling other bundles from his truck. He had a wand, changing them to, he couldn't see. He could see the magic, as well as trails of blood, and his house wrecked.

No he wasn't seeing his brother, it was his nephew when he was older, he saw the eye color.

Gellert…see…finally…you alive? Where… alive, cleaner...you .. find them. Danger… too injured… they forgot… all… Enemy..Albus.

And nothing. He woke up with his heart galloping. His heart was filling with hope. And then with more fear. Could his family be alive? Or was this craziness. He said he finally saw him. The doors maybe? What did it mean? It was only a dream.

At the fortress he had given the bullets to the Muggles, silver and enchanted, to make sure they stayed dead. He needed to think. It was a jumble.

Albus made a point of coming back everyday for nearly a week, never letting Grindenwald know he was there, but of course he could see him. Gellert could feel him around his mind trying to enter without Gellert sensing him. He finally gave up.

He wanted to find out who the wife was. Let him wonder. He would never tell. He tormented him with visions of his memories loving his wife, memories of first seeing his babies, of the happiness they brought him, but he would never let him see her face. Now less than ever, too dangerous.

He wondered if Albus made Pensives? He hoped so and wished that he could see his face when he connected the dots.

Albus and the Pensive

The idea of the pensive wouldn't leave him, and this was the unfortunate time he chose to see the pensive of the day he invaded Gellert's mind.

After seeing the ghostly witch he was getting some ghastly ideas. She haunted him often enough. Thus, he went into the pensive.

He tried not to look at Gellert loving his wife, he was half dressed, still wearing a boot, and whispering love words, it made him angry.

Gellert 's wife was a young woman. So Gellert had married nearly a child, disgusting. He saw the picture on the side table and looked closer.

It was the picture of Gellert's wife's parents. "No, no, no, no," he screamed. The father wore a princely circlet around his head, he seemed to be a king, who was almost the picture of… No, he had to be wrong.

When he looked at the wife, he ran to compare it to his family's picture album. She looked like the ghost. It couldn't be, no…His scream made the Hogwarts's ghosts hide.

That same day he went to the place where he had buried his sister. The ground was cold, at least there was no snow on the ground. He dug and sieved the dirt, his heart on his throat. All he found was a magical weave cloak, dirty but whole, inside the folded cloak he found shreds of old cloth and a few bones, some rodent.

Albus placed his wand, to recall the memories of this place. He didn't see the hidden men behind a tree watching him with keen interest. The men could hear Albus talking and saying, "No, please, don't let it be true."

Albus was there, long ago, back to that day, and saw a large wolf leaning over his sister's felled body; he bit her neck, then he tore his paw with his teeth and dripped blood into her throat, the next was fuzzy, only three wolves.

"Noooooooo, nooooo," screamed in desperation, "Fucking Gellert, he should have told me, what have I done?" His brother, oh no, he couldn't know.

"NOOOOO. Maybe she survived, I sent them death, no, no. I didn't see her… How was I to know that she was with the wolves?"

He had to find if any of her kin were alive, it wasn't his fault.

The hidden men looked at each other. They had been wrong all these years, but they needed evidence. Maybe they misunderstood, though doubtful. The older one had to control himself; he wanted to end Albus' miserable life. He would act when he was certain.

Albus went to his old house and performed an enchantment. He conjured old ghostly figures of his sister seven or eight, talking to the tall, handsome stranger with the curly hair and a strip of silver crossing his head.

The ghosts changed, Ari was growing up and the stranger came to visit, and more…always the silver strip. Oh gods, noooo.

The Muggle army he sent to attack the Greybacks, armed with bullets he exchanged with bullets made out silver and cursed. He went polyjuiced as Gellert, to make sure he was seen. Dear lord, they were not evil werewolves, his brother was right.

Later had altered Grindenwald's memories while he was out, and filled his head with the lies. "Noooooooo, the Greybacks, forgive, my sweet girl it wasn't my fault."

They were hiding just outside and heard his words, they needed to know more.

He fell on his knees, "Gellert you are evil, you knew and didn't tell me, it was your fault. I want to kill you," he screamed. If his brother knew, Abe had seen the wolves, but he thought it crazy, "If Abe ever found out that I had destroyed our own family, the wolves they…" Abe had been right.

It was Gellert's fault. He'd had them killed because he thought they were with Gellert. Because he thought they were something else. He had made Gellert think that it was a revenge killing. It was easy, he had known the nature of his wife when he went inside her mind, he had wanted to make certain.

Albus had waited until Gellert came and found his family; then he took him prisoner and implanted the false memory. If Gellert ever found out that he had killed his family, if he did…

Albus had seen in the wife's mind, he thought she was a filthy werewolf. He saw her link to the Greybacks and extracted the location, it matched. He'd done much wrong. Now, he had to find them, his blood, and he'd blame Gellert. The survivors if there were any, had seen Gellert.

For the first time ever, he questioned his war. But it didn't last. He remembered Gellert loving his wife, and his throat filled with bile. "It is his fault; all was part of his plan to destroy me."

Gellert's only plan was to go to his family, but that could change if he found Albus' long list of wrong doings. If he knew, who could tell.

The strangers went away, minutes later two large wolves went into the woods to meet with the ones who always guarded the perimeter.

Was Gellert alive? As for Albus, first find if Gellert was around, and afterwards, he would decide.

A/N In two chapters, the story moves to the original. I will publish the two for a while. Clarify: the MMV1, will be changed to T Rating and It will contain only the first part.

Further chapters will be written in the original MM with an M rating. I just want to have a version that those whose taste is different.

The first part comes to an end in a couple chapters. At that time all new chapters will be published in the original site.