Authors Notes: I'm sorry that its been so long since my last update, buuuut I've been ubber busy. school, and well, ugh, no fun. Hope you enjoy this new chapter and as always, all things owned by her highness, Queen JK the first. Again, I'm sooooo sorry and I hope you forgive me. I have 3 papers due before Spring vacation, so, starting the 14th of March, my butt will be in high gear to try and get some more chapters up.

Chapter 9: For the Greater Good(Of my heart)

Albus's room had always been one that could pass as a library. But in the most recent days, it had transformed into one to rival that of the one in Hogwarts. Books spilled across the desk and bed, there was hardly a bare spot on the floor, for parchments and maps litterd it.

Albus was laying on his bed, engrossed in an old book with funny lettering that looked more like runes. Albus rubbed his eyes and tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. It was late, almost ten pm. He looked to the boy with golden curly hair who was sitting at Albus's desk, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from the dusty book. Albus couldn't take his eyes off of Gellert. Albus could not deny it, he liked Gellert, really, really, really, liked him, and more than a friend. The confidence that Gellert gave out made Albus's heart stop. His soft lips, his, "Albus...".

The words broke Albus out of his trance. Gellert was staring back, a quizzical look was on his face. Albus thought about something wildly, feeling his cheeks get red. He let out a small cough, "Errrrm, uh, Gellert, I was thinking about what you said earlier, what we will do after we find the hallows. I have trouble with one par..." But he was cut off, Aberforth and thrown the door open. His face was contorted into one of rage, which seemed to be a new permnent look upon his brothers face. "I'm sorry to break up your oh so important meeting, but in case you've forgotten, your sister and brother have yet to have supper and we both would like to eat something!"

Albus groaned. He had completely forgotten Aberforth and Ariana...again. Albus shot Aberforth a look before he pulled himself into a sitting position and gave Gellert an apologetic look. But Gellert was staring at Aberforth, and even from his position, Albus could see the annoyance in Gellert's eyes. Albus stood up and looked at Gellert, "It will only take a second, Gellert. Would you like anything?"

Gellert shook is head and went back to reading. Albus noticed his eyes weren't moving, but staring at Aberforth with contempt. Albus followed Aberforth out of the room and down the stairs to the small, cramped kitchen. Albus pulled out his wand and with a slight flick, lite a fire in the fireplace. With another flick some potato's begun to be peeled by a knife. Within a few minutes a soup was being cooked. While Aberforth sat at the table with Ariana, (He was promising her that if she ate more than yesterday, she could help him feed the goats)Albus stared into the depths of the fire. He could only see one thing, it wasn't the fire. It was Gellert. His lips, his eyes, his golden locks, the aura of power and intellect, it was intoxicating. He knew it, and he couldn't deny it... he loved Gellert. Even the name, Gellert Grindlewald, how it captured him. Just saying it seemed to make his heart stop.

After a few more minutes Albus waved his wand as some mismatched bowls flew before Aberforth and Ariana. Another wave of the wand and the soup flew gracefully into the bowls. With a sharp jab at a cabinet, some breed flew to the table and began to be cut by a knife. "There, enjoy." He gave a small smile to Ariana as he left the kitchen and bounded back up the stairs into his room. Gellert was still reading, his eyes flickered up to Albus as he came back in.

"So...did you get them vatered and fed?"

As Albus nodded, Gellert sat down the book.

"Albus, I must ask you. Vhat vill you do about your brother and sister vhen ve go search for za Hallows?" Albus felt a dull blow. He hadn't really thought about that. He thought quickly and when he spoke it was slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Well, Aberforth...will be at school for the most part. Ariana...well...we can hide her with the death's cloak of invisibility. We can keep her...stunned, if we have to." After a second, Albus realized with horror of what he suggested. What would his mother and father have said? But to even to add to the horror, Gellert nodded. "As long as ve don't have to deal vith Aberforth. He vould be a hinderance. Anyvay, vhile you vere gone, I came across someting. According to this book...vell, you read it."

Gellert tossed the book to Albus, who caught it and read the underlined text.

"...Nenglebert the Narcissist came to power in 1749, leading to a breach in the Statue of Secrecy. Englebert was known to boast that his wand was the infamous Death Stick. Hitherto, it is unknown if this was true or mere boasting by Englebert. With Englebert's defeat by William Ecklehart, more commonly known as Ecklehart the Enlightened. It is unknown what happened to Nenglebert's wand after his defeat and all that is known is that after several years, Ecklehart died in Bulgaria in 1867 at the age of 151...:

Albus looked up, Gellert's smile was infectious. Albus smiled and sat the book down. "Ecklehart vas buried not far from vhere I vas raised about 40 miles from it. There have been rumors of a vand maker, and he says he has the vand of destiny."

Albus nodded as he sat down next to Gellert. "When can leave September first, just after noon, that is when Aberforth will be back to school" Gellert's face cracked into a wide smile, and Albus couldn't help but join in. Soon, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Gellert Grindlewald—Masters of Death, Leader of the Revolution, will have the first piece that would lead them to power. Albus looked Gellert in the eyes, and before he knew it or could stop himself, Albus's lips touched Gellert's lips, softly. Gellert's eyes widened, but soon, he was kissing back.

A few hours later Albus laid on his bed, looking at the ceiling. Had it really happened? Had he really kissed Gellert? Had he divulged his affection for him? Did Gellert really say he felt the same way? Albus pinched himself, and...he was not dreaming. A thumping noise at his window brought Albus back to reality. Looking out he saw Gellert's owl. With a flick of his wand, the window opened. Gellert's owl flew in and landed on Albus's desk. Albus got up and pulled the parchment from the birds leg. His hands shaking slightly as he opened it. Maybe Gellert had changed his mind, maybe he was going to say it was a mistake. Albus unfolded the parchment and read.

Albus,

I am pleased that no longer do I have to hide my feelings. Just think what, together, we can accomplish. Leading the revolution hand in hand, for the muggles own good. You and I have been given a power greater than anyone else, and we must do what ever is necesary to accomplish the task given to us.

Gellert

Albus reread the letter before pulling out some parchment and a quill. Sitting down at his desk he wrote, trying to sound professional, as the single candle flickered by him.

Gellert--

Your point about Wizard dominance being FOR THE MUGGLES' OWN GOOD – this, I think is the crucial point. Yes, we have been given power, and yes, that power gives us the right to rule, but it also gives us responsibilities over the ruled. We must stress this point, it will be the foundation stone upon which we build. Where we are opposed, as we surly will be, this must be the basis of all our counterarguments. We seize control FOR THE GREATER GOOD. And from this it follows that where we meet resistance, we must use only the force that is necessary and no more. (this was your mistake and Durmstrang! But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never have met.)

Albus looked over the letter. As Albus signed it, he had an idea. Chuckling to himself, he signed the A with the deathly hallows mark. Tying the letter to the owls leg, Albus blew out the candle and settled himself into bed where he quickly fell into dreams that contained Gellert and him, masters of death, glorius leaders and lovers.