Gellert didn’t believe in God or any other Higher Power or any scheme of the universe. He didn’t believe that everything happened for a reason, nor did he believe that anything good would happen to him, if he behaved faithfully. The only thing he believed in, was himself.
He believed he had to work for what he wanted. He needed to plan and to play, to use and to alter, he needed to destroy and to create. He needed to be god. He was the one to make his life. He wasn’t to obey anyone. And he envisioned his life. He envisioned it in a grand scheme of things, in a grand string of lives and he was the puppetmaster. He was the king of everything and he could make others believe that, too. He had his way with words, he had found out very early on. He convinced the ladies of the village to give him food, when his mother denied him. He easily talked the girls and boys at Durmstrang into his experiments. He charmed his great-aunt into taking him in, when his mother threw his things out of the window. He was going to make his visions become reality. He was going to defy death and build an empire and free wizards of the oppression of muggles. He was going to be a young god, the king of everything and he was going to make it all by himself. That was until he met Albus.
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Albus knew the day wouldn’t end well the moment Aberforth sat down at the kitchen table, a stern look on his face.
„Albus.“ „Yes, Aberforth?“ „We need to talk.“ His tone was serious, but forcedly calm, which was so unusual for his brother that it made Albus put down his quill and look at him. He could tell by the way Aberforth held himself and the way he looked at him that he was not pleased but apparently, his brother had chosen to approach him seriously today, instead of throwing one of the angry fits that Albus had become so used to over the past few weeks. „What about?“ „You are not serious about travelling with him, right?” He grimaced as he mentioned Gellert and Albus rolled his eyes. “Of course, I am serious.” Harry Potter’s day began very unexpectedly quiet. That may have been due to the fact that as he woke up, the rest of his family was still fast asleep. This was an unexpected thing in itself, because usually Albus or Lily were the first to wake up, storm into their bedroom and shout about getting up, playing Quidditch or Gobstone and meeting Hugo and Rose.
He got up and dressed slowly and silently trying not to wake Ginny who was still sleeping in their bed. It was a nice day, slightly sunny. The sky was still a shade of bright pink and mild air brushed his face as he left the house for the ministry after a short breakfast. He liked these quiet days, he had had almost enough trouble for the rest of his life and being head of the auror office provided him with just the right amount of it to keep him busy. Just as he appeared in the Atrium of the ministry still calming the feeling that he had been squeezed through a tube while apparating (which he would probably never get used to), people ran to him, shook his hand and congratulated him. A single look to the side and he saw his own face like it looked now changing into his seventeen-years old face and back. The headline of the daily prophet was displayed in big black letters above the picture: The boy who lived 35 years. The castle was impressive. Much more impressive than Albus would have ever imagined. The night was clear. The tops of the high towers were hemmed by bright stars while the full moon was enthroned above the crests of the surrounding hills. When they were driven in the boats over the big lake and Albus looked at his new home he felt like the moon.
He felt lucky and light. Nobody would ask for Ariana here, he didn’t have to fight with Aberforth here, he didn’t have to lie and he didn’t have to hide anything. Here he could finally do magic. Finally use everything he had read so much about. And he beamed all over his face. His grin was as wide as it hadn’t been in a while and his blue eyes sparkled as bright as the moon. He turned around and looked at the smaller blonde boy beneath him. Elphias Dodge. They had already gotten to know each other on the Hogwarts Express. Albus had been there far too early. His mother had brought him only briefly to the train, kissed him goodbye and quickly disappeared again because she didn’t want to leave Ari and Ab alone for too long. He would have liked it, if his mother would have had the time to wait for him but he knew Ariana was more important. Now that his dad wasn’t there anymore he needed to get used to being the eldest and to claiming the least time for himself. But that hadn’t been able to stem his glee. He had searched for a compartment and waited. Eventually, just when the train had left the station, Elphias had stumbled into his compartment. The poor guy had gotten dragon pox and nobody had really wanted to share a compartment with him. But Albus didn’t mind. His sister was sick constantly and the pox would disappear eventually. He was happy about the company and maybe a friend, which was something he hadn’t really had ever. Elphias turned out to be an interesting nice boy and the train ride passed fast. “Unbelievable, isn’t it?” Elphias asked while the boat drew closer to the castle. “Unbelievable.” Albus approved. It didn’t take long until they were walking down the halls of the castle and Albus was astonished. The people occupying the portraits waved at them when the group of new students followed the nice old professor through the entry hall. Albus smiled and waved back at them. When they were led into the great hall, with its charmed ceiling and the long tables from where students were staring at them, Albus felt ill at ease for the first time that day. The euphoria was replaced by nervousness and his excitement increased when the first girl was called up and put on the old hat which exclaimed “Hufflepuff!” after not even half a minute. One by one took place at the chair, then Elphias. Gryffindor. The table cheered over his first new student. “Dumbledore, Albus!” he heard the friendly professor say his name, swallowed and walked slowly down the hallway between the tables towards the chair. His heart hammered inside his chest, his legs seemed to move automatically. His father had been a Ravenclaw, his mother a Slytherin. Which house would he get sorted to? What if the hat wouldn’t be able to decide? What if he didn’t belong anywhere? He had thought about that earlier already but the whole day he had completely forgotten his concern over his happiness. Now it was all back in his head. Which house did he want to belong to? Albus tried to not let anything show. He kept a straight face just like he had learned and walked towards the chair determinedly. He forced himself into tranquility in benefit of thinking straight. Everybody got sorted. No matter where. He would learn the same things in each house that was what he told himself. Elphias was a Gryffindor though. Maybe Gryffindor would be good. He took a seat on the wooden chair, folded his hands in his lap. He didn’t want to seem nervous. He had learned that it held some disadvantages to let too much show. The professor put the hat on his head and it slid down over his eyes. Ah, what do we have here, hmm? A smart mind, oh yes! But Ravenclaw isn’t for you. Albus swallowed and held his breath. You are close-mouthed too, you don’t trust people easily. You are ambitious and you’ve got talent. Yes, great talent, you will go far one day! “Thank you.” He whispered. What do we do with such an aptitude? Slytherin? You would get friends, who can help you. Friends with the same ambitions. You could get mighty. You could achieve very much there. “I am not sure.” Did he want that? Might, that sounded good. It sounded like control. But what do I see there as well? Bravery, oh yes much bravery and love for your family. You’ve got a big heart, good-natured. You are willing to take responsibility. But also the desire to show what you can. To evolve your talent. You know, you’ve got talent, don’t you? He had talent, his mother said that and he wanted to evolve it. “Yes, I want to use it. I want to achieve that something like the thing with Ari never happens again.” He whispered. He dreamt of that ever since that incident one year ago. Interesting. You want to set the world on fire, don’t you? Something big for your sister? Well, if that’s the case then it better be – “ – GRYFFINDOR!” |
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