A/N: Soooooo… JK Rowling has revealed that Grindelwald is a Seer. One time I wrote this really regrettable fanfiction in which Gellert was casually shirtless and somebody told me it was fangirl abuse. But this time it's JK Rowling who's the fangirl abuser now because Grindelwald actually did do this, just in a different context. There's a deleted scene from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that was filmed but didn't make the cut for the movie, and it's not been included in the deleted scenes either on the DVD. But it was there. Basically, the deleted scene was Grindelwald having a vision. In Graves' office. With his shirt off, all sweaty, heavily burdened by what he was seeing. Apparently when Grindelwald gets visions, they're painful and uncomfortable for him, and he breaks out into a sweat. They actually filmed Collin Farrell without that 20 layered outfit on sitting in his office, sweating. And they're not giving that scene to us. This is so unfair.

What happens when Gellert has a vision in Albus' bedroom one day? ;)

This is just short though, and I literally just typed it up in one sitting. So enjoy!

morganna12 – Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

The Crimson Mage – That is always my goal! Thank you for your review.

Guest – You're totally right; Albus didn't know who killed Ariana. I think that definitely adds to his angst, which he already has enough of. Poor Albus. I think he probably tried to put the blame on Gellert though, but Albus is the kind of person I think would blame himself in the end regardless of who killed her.

MaryLeboneFirst – I think Gellert came to truly love Albus too. I know JK Rowling says he wasn't in love with him, but I still feel like he was, on some level, even if it wasn't a normal level. JK Rowling has changed her mind on Grindelwald before, and the way Gellert acted as Graves (especially his "What makes Albus Dumbledore so fond of you?" line) really suggests some semblance of jealousy, so maybe she's changed her mind about that too since 2007. I just think Gellert loved his idealistic fantasy more.

Sue Clover – Thank you! I'm sorry you can relate to Albus, even if it is just a little. There are parts I can relate to as well, though Albus is definitely a lot worse off than either of us I would say.

Voldy's pink teddy – Never could I have foreseen JK Rowling would do a movie series that will, essentially, tell the story of Albus and Gellert. I was shocked at Grindelwald's reveal because I did not think this series would go there. But I definitely agree with you on the whole idea that Grindelwald likes collecting power things and powerful people. The way he looked at Credence when he realized he was the Obscurial! He tried to seduce him and did a damn good well at doing that. If he was mesmerized by Credence the Obscurial, I can't imagine how mesmerized and dazzled by Albus he was. He's obsessed with power, and if someone is powerful, he wants him or her on his side. He is NOT a loner like Voldemort was.

The first time Gellert told Albus he was a Seer, Albus hadn't believed him. Gellert had seemed a bit mad at first anyway. He was a seventeen-year-old that believed in a fairy tale, after all. Albus supposed he was insane too just for thinking the Hallows might be real, but still, Gellert was definitely more insane than him. Gellert told him that he was a Seer just three days into Albus knowing him.

"I know because I have foreseen it, Albus," Gellert had said as if Albus was being supremely stupid.

"Foreseen it?" Albus had echoed blankly.

"Yes, foreseen it. You know of Divination, right? Real Divination, not the fake kind?"

"Huh?"

Gellert was looking at him like he was stunned by his stupidity. "I'm a Seer, Albus. You know, someone who gets visions of the future? And then it comes true? That's how I know there is going to be a war between the magical and non-magical world. I've gotten a vision of it… Of course, it's fleeting, but… I've seen it a couple times now. I think as we get closer to the date, I'll start having more."

"Right," Albus had said as he tried to not look too skeptical. He didn't believe in Seers or Divination. Most intelligent witches and wizards didn't. The only people who believed in Divination were Centaurs and gullible Muggles with tarot cards and crystal balls.

But then Albus witnessed Gellert having a vision some three or four days later.

Albus left Gellert alone in his room to help Aberforth with Ariana. Then, of course, Aberforth had to start a fight once Ariana was out of earshot, so Albus had to deal with his irascible little brother's drama. This took much longer than he thought it would. Aberforth was just short of throwing punches at him. In all, the argument ended with Aberforth giving him the middle finger and telling him to do an unnatural act with a wand, and then storming off to his own bedroom after twenty minutes of pointless bickering.

I can't believe he's turning fifteen next week, Albus thought as he angrily climbed the stairs back to his bedroom. He was certain that he wasn't that hotheaded and stupid when he was fifteen, and he certainly would not have ever told anyone to do that with a wand.

Albus opened the door to his room expecting to see Gellert sitting up reading, absorbed in a book like he usually was, or writing something important down on a scroll of parchment.

He was gone.

Albus blinked, confused. He hadn't heard Gellert come down the stairs to leave. Had he slipped by when he and his brother were fighting and they were just too engrossed to notice the front door open and close? Then he saw his curtain move in the far left corner of his room. Albus took a couple of cautious steps to find that Gellert had indeed not left at all. He was there, crouched on the floor in a fetal position, his head facing down at the ground while he gripped his head as if he was experiencing a terrible migraine.

He was also shirtless. Albus blinked a couple times as if his vision was clouded and he couldn't see right. Gellert had taken his shirt off. It was sitting next to him. Then Albus saw that he had broken out into a sweat. It wasn't warm in the house, but it looked like he was sitting in a sweltering desert under the sun.

Of course, this was before Albus had admitted to himself that he was homosexual, so he ignored the odd jolt of electricity that went through his body and pretended it was just shock. He definitely took no pleasure whatsoever in the sight.

"Gellert?" he asked uncertainly.

If he heard him, he was ignoring him completely. Maybe he hadn't heard him at all.

"Gellert?" Albus said more loudly this time. "Are you all right?"

Gellert tucked his legs closer to himself in response. "Yeah," he said hoarsely. "I'm all right. Just give me a minute."

"Uh… okay?" Albus said, the confusion palpable in his voice. He stood there awkwardly for a little while longer before deciding to sit down on his bed so that he was within eyeshot of Gellert but not too close to him. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. He didn't really know what the right thing to do in this situation was. Gellert was clearly in distress, but he also didn't seem scared by it either. Still, Albus felt very strange when he picked up a book and started to try to read. It didn't seem right for his new friend to be in a fetal position in the corner of his room, shirtless, with sweat all over him, head in hands while Albus just lazily read a book. What is someone supposed to do when one walks into your bedroom to find your new friend shirtless in a corner… in a fetal position… beside your bed? Was there a normal response to this kind of situation? If so, what was it?

Albus put the book back down. Whatever the normal response was, it wasn't reading.

"Er… do you want me to get something for you? I know some spells that will cure a headache."

Gellert finally lifted his head, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. Gellert's color looked a little bit better. He gave Albus a weak smile.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm fine, Albus," he said wearily. He looked across the room for a moment and then stood up shakily, tall and handsome.

Albus' eyes raked over his body for about ten seconds, which was about ten seconds too long, and then went back to Gellert's eyes. Gellert was still sweaty and flushed, but not as bad as he had been when he first re-entered his bedroom. Albus tried very hard to not look anywhere other than Gellert's face. He felt warmth on his face, and he knew he was flushed too. He told himself that it was hot in his room after all. He hoped that Gellert didn't notice his blush.

Of course, Gellert did notice. He smirked and bent down while loving the attention, scooped his shirt off the floor, and put it back on, all the while with Albus watching him, seemingly holding his breath.

"Is it always this warm in this part of England this time of year?" Gellert asked casually as if nothing had happened.

"No, it's far hotter than normal," replied Albus. Then he turned, if possible, even redder. "So… uh… what…?" he sounded very stupid and at loss for words, sort of like Aberforth sounded, except Aberforth sounded like that all the time.

Gellert sighed and sat down on the bed next to him, a little bit too close. Albus scooted back a little bit, which Gellert noted.

"I was having a vision," Gellert explained.

Albus didn't know what to say for a long moment. He was uncomfortable in the silence, but it seemed Gellert was not. Even though Albus didn't believe in Seers, he had read plenty about them. Nowhere had he ever read that Seers break out into a sweat in the corner of a room while crouching in a fetal position.

"Every Seer sees differently," Gellert elaborated, as if he knew what Albus wanted to say. "Some Seers are oral Seers and some are visual Seers. Some Seers have a vision or say a prophecy and forget about it once they snap out of the trance. Some remember what they have seen or said. Some experience no pain or feeling when they have a vision, and some experience a lot of discomfort." He sighed. "I'm the latter. I am a visual Seer, Al. And when I do see something, I am in pain. And I remember everything I see… at least, I think I do. I reckon there is no way for me to know for sure whether or not I remember it all."

"Where do you feel pain?" Albus asked once he got his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth.

"My head," he replied heavily. "My heart also races. I break out into a sweat. It feels somewhat like someone is drilling a hole into my head through my brain and putting thoughts directly into my brain by force. It's a sensation that is difficult to explain. All I know is it hurts and I have to take my shirt off and wait it out in a corner. Grit my teeth and get through it. The visions don't last for long; I've looked at a clock before. They only last about fifteen minutes, but they feel like it's an hour. I… do not know if being a Seer is a blessing or a curse. Lately, it has seemed more like a curse. It's a very heavy burden, Albus, in a way I can't quite explain…."

"What did you see?" asked Albus softly.

Gellert shook his head. "I saw you." Then he smiled and looked at Albus. "You're going to be something, Albus. I don't know what your purpose in life is exactly, but I know you're going to make an impact on the Wizarding world. Maybe even the Muggle world too."

Albus was speechless.

Gellert's smile grew. "Come on, let's go for a walk," he said simply, standing up from the bed.

Albus followed, and he never doubted that Gellert Grindelwald was indeed a Seer again.

Short and simple. Hope you enjoyed!