The trip to Godric's Hollow had been smooth. They had apparated right to the centre of the village in the dead of night. Kendra held Ariana tight in her bosom. Aberforth and Albus followed behind, both silent. The streets were empty and lit with yellow lamps. The skies were clear and starry. A fountain erupted in a stony circle which marked a crossroad intersection. The roads were neatly graveled with marbled footpaths. Houses streamlined on either side. Godric's Hollow used to be an entirely wizarding village having housed one of the greatest wizards of all time, Godric Gryffindor. Slowly and gradually, the charms surrounding the village were removed and it was only recently that the wizards and Muggles lived there in harmony, although still, the majority of the population still remains wizards. Muggles do not know that their neighbors are wizards for the wizards of Godric's Hollow often don Muggle attire and mix with the Muggle folk just like they themselves. Many things are still kept secret. Godric's Hollow has now become the village of the Half-bloods and Kendra had decided that this was the place where they could hide. She had heard of it when she was at Hogwarts and when the distance grew between her and Percival, she had sought out this place and with the help of a Ministry wizard had searched for a house. That wizard was none other than Caranthas Doge.
They trod along a road straight until they reached a small church marked at the top by a symbol of the Holy Cross. Beside the church was a huge graveyard. They passed this and some distance away, they came to a small house set amidst a small garden. Opposite to them, there was another place which had an old dismal look. The Ministry wizard, Mr. Doge had said that the house had belonged to the Bagshot family and now was owned by a prominent magical historian, Myra Bagshot, who also had a daughter of sweet disposition, Bathilda.
Kendra missed the Dumbledore Manor in the wizarding village of Mould on the Wold, some distance away from Swockshire. But she had to leave. The village was filled with pure bloods and she could never stay with such people anymore. Seeing Percival's madness, she had enough of them. She could not any more by conscience endure any more of their taunts.
They opened the gate which creaked a little. The path led straight to a small veranda accessed by a set of two stairs. The door was entirely of wooden make but was colored with mahogany red. They opened the door and as the moon arose high in the starlit sky, it closed and the Dumbledores had finally reached their new home.
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In a small village in Scandinavia, ten years before the Dumbledore's moved to Godric's Hollow, one year after the birth of Albus Dumbledore, in a house that villagers were afraid to tread, joy had made its abode. The house was inhabited by the Grindelwald family known to be notorious, dangerous and Muggle-hating. They were even in part shunned by the wizards who believed they were Dark Wizards or at the very least the Grindelwald family showed similar demeanors as ones who had interested themselves in dark magic. It could not be gainsaid that the Grindelwald family knew certain aspects of that dark branch but they never killed if they could. They were caring in their own way. They might be rough on the outside but on the inside, their hearts were pure. But still, people disliked them and had very few conversations with the Grindelwalds.
The baby had little hair of black color. The baby had fair chubby cheeks; the one on the right had a brown mole which was a birthmark. With a slightly long neck, the boy resembled his father, although he had his mother's eyes, bright and piercing, with a slightly greenish cornea.
The father held the baby in his arms, cuddling him and kissing him on his forehead. The baby hardly cried unlike others. The boy looked right in the father's eye while his mother looked at him with a smile.
The father spoke in a rather grumpy voice, "We will name him Gellert. Gellert Grindelwald"
So was born Gellert Grindelwald but who knew how dark his future might be and what circumstances will drive him to become the greatest Dark Wizard of that time. His parents never knew!
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The Dumbledores entered a house very strange to them. After living in a huge manor, living in a small house seemed quite queer. With a swish of her wand, Kendra lit the lamps which glowed with a bright golden light that penetrated each and every corner of the room. The house was old, very old. Cobwebs of spiders sprawled over every length of the ceilings and walls. Kendra looked around and soon dispatched the two house elves to clean them.
The house had a living room where they presently stood. A small passageway started at the opposite end which led into a small kitchen. Towards the left a huge staircase led to the floors above. The staircase was entirely of wooden make. The walls around them were painted creamy white. Old though the house was, the walls were entirely devoid of any cracks or holes. Kendra swished her wand again; certain furniture of their previous house appeared and fell on the floor with a thud. Kendra waved her wand again and all the furniture rearranged themselves to give a grand look to their house. With that, Kendra took her seat on one of the crimson red couches near the door. Albus climbed the stairs which revealed two more bed rooms situated at the end of a small corridor. He entered a room to his right which had a rectangular shaped window that overlooked the graveyard. There was a bed sprawled right beside the window covered with a sheet of bright red color. He perched his leather bag over a nail that was pierced on the side immediate to the doorway and sat himself on the comfortable bed, quite satisfied with the journey. "Home, at last!" he exclaimed, as he slept upon a green pillow covered with a cloth decorated with white stars.
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