Authors Notes-(Sighs)Bad week. November is always the worst month of the year for me. But hey, starting December 12, I am out of college till January 14, so expect a lot of updates, Until than, I'm sorry to say it will be hit and miss. I've been working on this chapter for a bit and I hope you like it. To those who review, gracias! And of course, JK, not moi owns all HP related stuff.

Chapter 6: Deathly Meeting

With a sigh, Albus left his sisters room, closing the door, he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes as he did. He felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. He had never felt more tired before. He balled his right hand into a fist and hit the wall behind him and opened his as he forced his legs to move to his own bedroom. Albus wearily climbed the stairs. He walked with his shoulders slumped, weighed down by fatigue an defeat. How he had fallen, he thought. The greatest mind Hogwarts had ever seen, and he spent his days caring for a half mad sister. It was all he could do to stop himself from throwing his body out the bedroom window. Of course, all that would accomplish is a painful headache and body. He stretched out on his bed, his arms behind his head. He laid there in thought. Elphias's latest letter lay on his desk. With a stab of jealousy, he recalled some of the letter.

"...pyramids of Egypt are amazing, Albus. I wish you could see the mummies, the muggles who attempted to get in(I saw one that had sprouted three legs and an extra nose because he tried to get into one of the Pharaohs tomb.)..."

Anger rankled Albus. How could this of happened. He should be with Elphias, he should be seeing the deformed muggles, the pyramids, but no. He was stuck here, in Godric's Hollow, probably forever. As he lay there, a face kept swimming in his vision. Shoulder length curly locks of gold and a bright, merry face. His teeth as white as snow...no...Albus tried to think the face out of his mind. He had more important things he needed to deal with than Bathilda's grand-nephew and yet, try all he could, the face was in his mind, as if someone had cast a permanent sticking charm of the boys face in his mind. He intrigued Albus. Something about the boy just simply captivated Albus. Albus disagreed with the boy whole heartedly, but still, something he could not put his finger on made the boy stir something within Albus. For the first time in his life Albus had an equal, someone who was on the same level as Albus. Albus could see it in the boys eyes.

Albus rolled over in his bed and looked out the window. It was another bright day. It seemed the weather mocked him. While his own emotions were clouded and stormy, the weather was beautiful. Albus sat over strode to the window. He could see Bathilda sitting on her porch writing. He could see one of his muggle neighbors outside with her small child. His own eyes drifted back to Bathilda's house, where he knew Gellert had to be at. The door of Bathilda's house opened and there he stood. His hair seemed to radiant its own brightness.

The boy said something to Bathilda and headed off down the street. Albus watched him over the next few minutes. The way the boy walked was with a confidence Albus had never seen in anyone. Albus's eyes continued to look over Gellert as he made his way down the street. Just as Albus decided it was best he stop, where Gellert stopped shocked him. Gellert turned by the Church and walked through the kissing gate of the grave-yard. Albus just stared. Why would Gellert Gindelwald want to go to a cemetery? Surly he didn't know anyone who was buried there. Albus could see him looking at each tombstone carefully. Albus but his lip, thinking. He pulled out his wand and tapped his own head and as he did, the feeling of egg like substance flowing down his body, he looked down and saw the floor. Albus was completely invisible. Albus made his way down the stairs and out the front door, going as fast as he could without making a lot of noise.

After a few minutes, Albus made his way to the kissing gate and stared at it. Gellert was only a few feet away from him, looking down at every grave stone. The kissing gate had a tendency to squeak rather loudly, which surly Gellert would notice the sound. Then again Albus thought with a chuckle inside his head, he would also surly notice the gate opening, apparently, by its self.

Albus hesitated, backed up a few feet, than ran as fast as he could and jumped the fence. Albus landed with a thud, tripped, and fell to the ground. Standing only two feet away, Gellert jumped backed as if someone had sent a spell at him. Gellert already had his wand out, looking around wildly to see what had made the noise. Albus dared not move as Gellert's eyes fell on the spot where Albus laid. Albus saw Gellert flick his wand ever so slightly and he felt a swooping sensation that seemed to encase his body. Albus knew the jig was up. He didn't have to hear Gellert's voice yell at the spot where he lay, "Vho are you? I know you are there!"

Albus sighed. So much for secrecy. Albus withdrew his wand and rapped himself on the head. Gellert's eyes widend when he saw it was Albus. Albus rose to his feet, drawing himself to his full height.

Gellert simply looked at him. A mixture of annoyance and being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to crossed his face. His mouth moved but no words came out. Finally he managed, "Vhy vere you invisible?"

Without thinking Albus blurted out, "Why are you in a grave yard?"

Gellert and Albus looked at each other, than, Gellert started to chuckle, then, turning red, he started to laugh in earnest. Albus couldn't help be join in. Gellert managed to say through his gales of laughter, "I vas sure I asked you first."

After a few minutes the boys stoped laughing and Gellert looked at Albus. "Maybe you can help me. Do you know if there is a Peverell buried in this graveyard?"

Albus thought for a second. "I think so, it is not to far from where my mother is buried." and he lead the way. The day of his mothers funeral, Albus had walked around the graveyard, thinking, looking at those who were already at peace. He remembered it because of the funny symbol the the stone bore. When they arrived at the stone, Gellert bent down, his mouth agape before a wild smile broke upon is lips. His fingers began to trace the symbol.

"Errr, Gellert, is he a relative of yours?" But Gellert did not answer. After a few moments, he turned to Albus. He looked Albus directly in the eyes. Albus could feel himself blush, his knees seemed to be weakening. When Gellert spoke, it was in a calculated voice, slow, as if he was about to reveal something that has not been revealed. "Vhat...vaht do you know about the tale ov the three brothers?"