Albus utterly pisses Minerva off enough for her to walk out. Horntails and Hogwarts do not go well.

Having a bit of an idea drought for fillers until the Marauders turn up. So far the pair have discussed family, fashion and numerous escape attempts to break the monotony of imprisonment. Any events in the Muggle or wizarding world worthy of their attention?

1967

Dear Albus

Is there any hope of parole for me? Or at least some benefits for good behaviour? I have been a very good boy in recent years, no? I have not attempted a jailbreak in ages. And I have stopped teasing the guards. How about a change of scenery? Perhaps a tropical island? Perhaps I may be moved to somewhere where I can get some social life, seeing I have had zero visitors thanks to that ban. This is highly detrimental to one's mental health? Or is that your master plan to reduce me to a gibbering wreck?

Feeling lonesome and losing my mind

Gellert

30 June 1967

Dear Gellert

Apologies for my tardiness in writing to you. Life has been busy with the ICW, Wizengamot and the shake-up in Hogwarts. I proposed re-designing robes for students, so that we are not just another run-of-the-mill British boarding school. Not sure why my colleagues were up in arms when I suggested extending the House colours from the ties and scarves to the robes proper. Even old Binns looked set to have apoplexy. Is it possible to kill a ghost? What is wrong about the House colours in striped robes? Even Minerva walked out on this one. I hear she is applying for a job at the Ministry. Out of all places.

About your parole- I checked in with the ICW and the Austrians. They will vote on the matter in 2000. As for the island, the only one they can spare is that storm-blasted rock with the Dementors in the North Sea. I doubt having your soul sucked out is an improvement on your current condition. If I seriously wanted you out of your mind, I would have sent you there back in 1945. I have applied to visit you back in 1950, understand it is still pending approval.

With greatest sympathy

Albus

31 July 1967

Dear Gellie

I miss my favourite nephew so. I do hope they are treating you well. I was in Bavaria recently and visited Schloss Neuschwanstein. I do hope they allow you the photos I have taken of the place. It might give you some ideas on how to brighten up your castle. I also send gingerbread and hope they will allow you to eat it this time. No fruitcake.

I dropped by your family seat there as well. It seems the roof has collapsed, and the entire place has gone to seed. The neighbouring village got cleared out at the end of the last Muggle war. Guess you are the last of the Grindelwalds. I found a dragon egg there in the ruins. I suppose it might be still viable, so I sent it to Albus at Hogwarts. I have no stomach for raising dragons and I doubt you have the time to spare being a busy little bee.

XXXX

Your Auntie Bathilda

Summer 1967

Dear Auntie

Ugh, I believe only Albus would appreciate that castle's décor. Way too garish and over the top for my tastes. Considering he thought dressing up little wizards in colourfully striped robes like circus clowns would not cause massive trauma to their developing psyches.

Danke for the gingerbread, I am sure the guards enjoyed it. I did not see a crumb.

Papa did mention we had a population of Hungarian Horntails in the vicinity of the manor back in 1890. Did you just send a live dragon egg to Hogwarts?

Gellert

15th September 1967

Dear Gellert

I received an unmarked parcel in the post over the summer that turned out to be a Hungarian Horntail egg. It hatched in my rooms whilst I was vacationing in Cornwall with the Scamanders. The little blighter chewed up all my robes and tore up my rooms. I had to borrow robes from Slughorn for the Sorting Ceremony and sleep over at my brother's inn until the rooms were fixed. We had to call in Newt to relocate the critter before any of the students got hurt. Though a baby, it took off Newt's foot - even with a pair of trained dragon handlers working with him.

It was not a good time for Newt. We had to rush him over to St Mungo's to have his foot reattached. I never want to be on the receiving end when his wife gets news her hubby's admitted to the emergency room ever again.

Somehow, I believe you are connected to this in some way, even behind bars. You did boast of your family keeping Hungarian Horntails back in 1899. If you are trying to convince me to put in a good word for you at the parole meeting, you have a funny way of doing it.

Massively annoyed

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Mrs Scamander suggested returning the Horntail to you after it has grown a bit, but I believe you do not deserve to be eaten by dragon yet.

Autumn 1967

Dear Albus

You are barking up the wrong tree. My Auntie sent you the dragon egg, not me. She probably never thought it would hatch whilst you are gallivanting about the countryside. Good to know the Scamanders are still as lovey-dovey as ever. I thought Tina would be used to Newt being on the receiving end of animal attacks by now. But hey, I do not blame you. That witch is a force to be reckoned with. If only I had managed to turn her as well as her sister over to my side back in 1927. I suppose trying to get her drowned in MACUSA's Death Pool kind of rules that out.

The dragon probably ripped up your wardrobe as it has better fashion sense than you. Did you ever stop to consider the children you were intending to dress up in your monstrosity of striped gold and red robes or silver and green? Do not get me started on the bobbles and tassels you put in your sketches for the 'updated' uniform. That should send everyone over to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang. Thank Merlin the rest of the Hogwarts faculty had better sense.

So, will you visit someday, please?

Gellert Grindelwald

P.S. Ditch the neon robes with the tacky stars already. Do you have any idea how much of a joke you look on the front page of the Daily Prophet? And I thought the Muggle hippy fashion for tie-dye, beads, and big hair was bad. Perhaps the blessing of me being behind bars is never having to appear in public with you.

Author's Notes:

Gellert will never have that parole hearing in 2000. He would be pushing up daisies before then. Bathilda just sent a live dragon's egg to Dumbledore. I suppose Hagrid would have been so thrilled if they had allowed him to keep the Horntail as his guard dog.