Love is greater than our cause

Chapter 2: The Deathly Hallows

Gellert POV:

It had been a couple of weeks and I had been enjoying Albus' company most days, I went down the stairs and was about to head out the door when my Aunt asked, 'where are you going?'
'Just to Albus' house.'
'That's ok then!' She gave me a warm smile before hobbling off, she really is the best Auntie. The sun shone on the smooth cold stones that paved the way to Albus' front porch. I knocked, someone opened the door, but it wasn't Albus. Their red hair wasn't curled at the ends like Albus' it was straight and their eyes held hatred as soon as they looked at me. 'Who are you,' he said in a rather rude tone.
'Should ask you the same thing,' I returned the cold manner.
'Well it's MY house you're knocking on!' He raised his voice. Suddenly, I remembered Albus had siblings.
'You're...Aberforth aren't you?'
He looked a little confused, 'what's it to you?'
'Im Bathilda Bagshots nephew, Gellert Grindelwald, I'm staying with her at the moment.' I explained, though I didn't need to.
'You don't look like her,' he remarked
'Ve're related by marriage...my fathers side is from Germany.'
'Aberforth , is that Gellert at the door?' Called Albus, walking over. I guessed he heard me pronounce my Ws as Vs.
'Yep,' Aberforth replied bluntly walking away after giving me a glare.
'He's friendly.' I said sarcastically.
'Don't mind him, he's like that with everyone, especially me, Aberforth! I'm going out for a few hours, If you need anything just send me an owl!' With that, he closed the door and we started walking up the pathway. He lead me up a small hill of grass to where a huge tree stood, he sat against its trunk as did I.
'This is where I like to read,'
'Do you read a lot?'
'Most days...I wish I could do more with my life you know.'
'Vell, vhy don't you.'
'Because I have my brother and sister to think about.'
'But if you didnt...vhat vould you be doing, in the future.'
We sat in comfortable silence as Albus thought about his answer. 'I guess I don't really know...and what I would be doing...is trying to figure that out.' He gave me a small smile. The late morning sun beamed down through the tree leaves and onto the long, thick strands of grass. Albus' shoulder length, curly, auburn hair shone in the sunlight, like something out of a picture. He was truly very beautiful. The sky was clear and the only noise was the birds chirping and Albus talking about his adventures at Hogwarts.
'I set fire to the curtains of my bed in my fourth year!'
'Vat happened!'
'Never liked them, luckily my roommates put it out before it caused any trouble.'
'Lucky you verent expelled!'
'Well, they could of at least looked nicer! I could swear they looked better being burnt!'
I chuckled at the idea of him even doing any of these things, enjoying the funny stories he'd come up with.
'I admire your humour Mr Dumbledore, you sound like a very mischievous child!'
'Some still say I am.'
'Reading fairytales are we?' I joked
'Actually...' he smirked, revealing a book from his pocket. It was titled 'Tales of the Beedle and the Bard'
'Vow.' I couldn't believe it.
'This isn't a children book of fairytales! It has the tale of the three brothers, a legend.'
My eye widened, 'The Deathly Hallows?' I took the book and stroked its spine.
'Yes, why?' He asked
'The elder vand, the most powerful vand in existence, the resurrection stone, raises people from the dead and the invisibility cloak, hides you from death. Together they make the Deathly Hallows, in possession at once, they make the master of death.' A feeling gripped at my chest, a sense of longing, power. A grin plastered on my face.
'That's the legend...do you think it true?' Albus held an expression of caution.
'Of course it's true.' I said without a doubt, it's true the Hallows exist. Albus now had the same smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with hunger for adventure. 'Vhy don't we look for them Albus? You're craving a challenge, a change. This is it.'
Albus' lightened eyes intensified, 'it's impossible.'
'Nothing is impossible, simply, hard to find.' I grinned, 'Vill you join me?'

Albus POV:

The way my heart pounded when I looked into his mis matched eyes that gleamed with excitement, a need power. The sun rays hit his pale complexion perfectly, his shoulder length blonde locks glowing in it. He was so breathtakingly beautiful. I suddenly became very nervous. Each word that rolled off his tongue in his accent was leaving me in awe. I was overwhelmed with the incredibly intense emotion tugging at my heart.
'Vill you join me?' He asked. The possibility of adventure that I've been missing for a while now had finally presented itself to me again, how could I say no.
'Of course.' My heart fluttered faster as I saw a smile play upon his lips. No. I ripped my eyes away from his, frowning. Not again. I took a few deep breaths, but the feeling in my chest was constant. Anxiousness clawed at my throat, id never felt like this before, what even was this? Gellert didn't seem to notice, he was too interested in the contents of the tale of the three brothers. I managed to calm myself before he looked up. 'Unfortunately, it doesn't give a location for any of the events but that's ok, ve can do some research.'
I nodded, scared he'd notice something was off. I managed to get through the afternoon sat on the hill without acting too suspicious. At around 4, Gellert had to leave, he said his Aunt was to take him to Diagon Alley to buy groceries. As soon as I got home I made a dash for my room, closing the door and lying down on my bed. My heart still thudded with emotions that I didn't understand, or even if I did I pretended not to. Putting my hands over my eyes, all I could see is the spitting image of Gellert sat against the tree in the afternoon sun. The very thought made me so happy I could barely breath. Why was I feeling like this? It didn't matter, all that did is that I was and I couldn't help it. In the year 1899, it's not exactly ok for two guys to be together or common at all, he doesn't even like me like that. But I like him like that. I sighed at myself. Pulling whatever energy I had left in my body, I got up and pulled a myriad of books from my shelves, spreading them out across my desk. My fingers traced the lines of printed ink across each page lied a clue I need to piece everything together.
'Last thing that was heard about the Hallows is that the invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone were passed down generations and the elder wand can be won in a duel...' I read the passage in my head. 'Gregorovitch the wand maker was the last known owner of the elder wand announcing his possession of the wand in 1856' my eyes grew wide, that's not that long ago...there's a possibility he still has it...I jotted it down on the the fresh bit of parchment I had. I scanned across my shelves again, here it is, wands. I put the book 'into the Deathly Hallows' to the side and opened 'Wands for Witches and Wizards' to the contents page. Page 89, wand shops. I flipped through the pages until I found one titled 'Gregorovitch Zauberstäbe' furrowing my brows, I slowly and carefully read everything 'Gregorovitch Zauberstäbe is a wand shop located in Germany and has recently been expanded into British territory. Run by the German wand maker Mykew Gregorovitch, currently the owner of the elder wand (1870), it is one of the worlds most known wand shops for creating unique, powerful wands.' Wow he managed to keep the wand for that long...that must mean he has good security and wand skills. I circled the important information in the books and wrote down key information onto the paper. It quickly became 7 and Aberfoth called me down for dinner, I ate swiftly in order to continue my research. Minutes turned into hours and before I knew it I was slipping from consciousness. My vision blurring, I was determined to stay up until morning if I had to, to find the Hallows. My head began to fall but I forced myself to stay awake, my eyelids started to close and my brain became fuzzy. Eventually, I felt my head sink onto my desk, laying on my hands. My hair over my eyes I was too tired to even think properly or move myself to the bed.