Magic Blooms Only in Rare Souls

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"Happy V day!"

Delphi had jammed her foot from the front door closing, just in case. Her hand pushing through holding out the red foiled heart card out. Printed on it's dollie surface was the words, I Choice you, Valentine. Her eye's flashed with a yellow tint.

Before june ends, just want to greet a Happy pride to this pookie of mine, little war criminal who just wanted to woo his husband before they finalized the divorce paper or plunge the wixen community into the global wizarding war.

Ft. Albus version before I delete this in my canva:

Albus-Feeling silly, might go find a regular haunt where my blood supremacist ex might be.-Dumbledore, 1930s.

The words, “I do feel it,” struck something deep, and Gellerts breath hitched, just faintly. He hadn’t realised how badly he’d needed to hear it until now. That Albus felt the pull too. The future tugging at their spines, beckoning beyond the edge of the familiar. He felt the corners of his mouth curve, slow and honest, something rare. There was no triumph in it. Just… rightness.

When Albus leaned into his touch, Gellert didn’t pull away. His fingers lingered, brushing across cheekbone and jaw with reverence more than want. “Together,” Albus had whispered, and Gellert closed his eyes for a moment, letting the word settle into him. It tasted like a promise. Like something real.

He opened them only when Albus spoke again, firmer this time. “I will speak with my brother, but regardless of his response, we will leave Godric’s Hollow.” And that—that—was the beginning.

Gellerts hand slid down to cradle Albus’, threading their fingers together. “Then it is done,” he said softly. “Whatever comes, we move forward. You, me, Ariana.” He knew that it would take some time. Months likely before they would be ready to leave. He had preparations to make, to ensure Nurmengard was ready for Ariana and Albus. But they would leave as soon as the time was right.

The sunlight shifted through the trees, casting patterns on the grass, and for the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel like a dream they were chasing. It felt like something within reach.

every minute that he spent with gellert felt like a dream come true ── like everything was in reach; like nothing was impossible. "i don't want the memory of this place to be a haunting one," he admitted. regardless of the reasons they had come to godric's hollow, it did hold some good. it was where he had met gellert after all.

it was albus' turn to reach out towards the other man, fingers brushing lovingly along gellert's jaw until he was cupping the man's cheek. there was something about the warmth of the sun, and the scent of the meadow that made the moment seem too perfect. a moment that he would treasure forever.

"the way you speak about our revolution, about our future ── about us. it is everything i have been waiting to hear." but albus had an inkling that gellert already knew that. it didn't really occur to him to worry about that though. why would he worry, if their ideology about the future were aligned. "we will make a better world to live in ── for all of wizard kind."

Albus’ words—our revolution, our future, us—settled through him like a spell cast without wand or incantation, binding him in ways he didn’t resist. Theirs.

He leaned into the touch, let himself be held for a moment. “It won’t be a haunting memory,” he said quietly, his voice dropping into something steadier, more intimate. “Not if we shape what comes next. Not if we take what we found here, and build something worthy.” His hand rose to cover Albus’, pressing it more firmly against his skin, as if anchoring the promise between them.

“You were waiting to hear it,” he continued, tilting his head just enough that his lips nearly brushed Albus’ palm as he spoke, “and I was waiting for someone who could understand it. Truly understand it—not fear it, not shrink from it, not twist it into something small.” He drew back slightly to meet Albus’ gaze, something bright and fierce glinting in his own. “You see the world as it could be, not as it is. That is rarer than any talent. Rarer, even, than power.”

The wind shifted the grass around them, the meadow whispering with the same expectancy that thrummed in his chest.

“We won’t simply make a better world,” Gellert said, his thumb sweeping once along the inside of Albus’ wrist. “We will remake it. Free wizardingkind from fear, from constraint, from the chaos of lesser wills pulling at the seams of progress.” His voice softened then, the steel in it warming into something far more human. “You and I—together—we can shape an age. And Ariana… she will grow up in a world where no one will ever harm her again.” He let his fingers slip down to entwine with Albus’, binding their hands together in the grass.

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A slender and painted finger runs across the imposing metal bars. Creating a click clack against the metal. Only to pause halfway across Grindelwalds cell to grip said bars. Leaning in to peer inside the dimly lit room and the man held within.

"I'm suprised you have survived so long," Delphi says, "More surprised Dumbledore hasn't come to finish you off personally. Or, at least, pay someone to do such a thing."

Holding onto his prison bars she leans back. Shifting her weight to and fro, almost playful.

"Why? I am here to see you of course. And, no, I'm not interested in taking over the world. Well, not personally, per say."

A slender and painted finger runs across the imposing metal bars. Creating a click clack against the metal. Only to pause halfway across Grindelwalds cell to grip said bars. Leaning in to peer inside the dimly lit room and the man held within.

"I'm suprised you have survived so long," Delphi says, "More surprised Dumbledore hasn't come to finish you off personally. Or, at least, pay someone to do such a thing."

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the youngest dumbledore sat in her usual spot in the garden behind their home in godric's hollow, book in hand and open to the current chapter she was reading. albus had given her on of his first year textbooks to study. she wasn't able to attend hogwarts like her siblings had, she understood that. she liked to believe that she might have been sorted into hufflepuff, or even ravenclaw.

she'd been learning about herbology, adoring the plants in the garden and wishing to learn more. it had been her to keep the garden blooming and beautiful, learning more from the text than she'd ever thought she would.

there were only three people that knew of her favourite place, and two of them were still in bed, sleeping away the morning. she could hear the sound of footsteps in the lushious grass, and immediately knew who they belonged to. aberforth lumbered when he walked, and albus ── as graceful as he was ── still made more noise than he liked to admit.

“Hello, Grindie.”

A smile ghosted across his face at the sound of the name. He said nothing about it—he never did. It was the one indulgence he allowed her, the only person who could shorten his name without fear of retaliation. Anyone else would have been hexed before they got the second syllable out. But Ariana said it with such natural ease, like it had always belonged to her. He knelt down beside the low wall and set the tray gently beside her, not too close to startle her. The porcelain clinking softly against the stone.

“Good morning Miss Ariana. Bathilda tried to keep me hostage with conversation and toast. I told her I had a prior engagement,” he said lightly, glancing over at her hands, still resting on the open book. It was one she had been reading this week. “One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi,” he cast a glance at the familiar cover. It wasn’t one he would’ve chosen for himself, not out of interest—but Arianas quiet dedication to Herbology had drawn his attention more than once. “What are you working on this morning? Are you still favouring the ones that smell sweet and bloom in moonlight? Knotgrass or honking daffodils perhaps?”

He poured her tea, the movement easy now, practised. Over the past week or so, he had made it a point to arrive early—before the house fully woke, before Albus’ mind was brimming with plans, before Aberforth had a chance to snarl and growl at him from the doorway. He told himself it was partly to be useful—to help with the things Albus never had time for—but it was also for this. To keep Ariana company, to be part of the quiet rhythm of her mornings.

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“I know Aberforth will be difficult,” Gellert said, voice low. “But he’ll be gone soon—back to Hogwarts once the summer ends. And it won’t be him left behind. It will be you, trapped here in this house, this village, while everything you could become slips further out of reach.” His thumb traced lazy patterns over the back of Albus’ hand. “I won’t let that happen. Not when we are so close.”

He shifted slightly, the sun warm against his back, expression turning brighter with a spark of quiet certainty. “I have somewhere we can go. Somewhere safe. Somewhere Ariana won’t be locked away. She’ll be free there. You both will.” His gaze met Albus’ with unflinching sincerity. “I know it won’t be easy to leave Godrics Hollow—but our future isn’t here. You feel that, don’t you? That pull toward something greater?”

For a moment, Gellert looked down, gathering his thoughts with care. “Ariana… she’s changed something in me. She slows me, in a way nothing else does. She sees what others miss. I find I care for her more deeply than I expected.” He smiled, faint and rueful. “She matters to me now. Not just because she matters to you.”

gellert's words hit albus in various ways. they all made sense, every single word. especially when he spoke about aberforth. in reality, aberforth was the only thing keeping him tethered to godric's hollow; ariana was no issue. he would speak to his brother first, but albus doubted it would make much of a difference in the end. that would be when he would have to make the defining decision. stay and wither in obscurity with his family, or leave with gellert (and bring his sister along) and grow into his power and greatness.

albus nodded, eyes glued to the man in front of him. "i do feel it." he had been feeling the pull for some time. he had always known, deep down, that he was destined for greatness ── he just wasn't sure what that greatness was, until now.

he followed after the soft touch of gellert's fingers, wanting more of the connection. gellert was the first to show albus the affection he so desired. another nod. "together," he muttered in response, eyes falling shut. albus would follow gellert to the ends of the world. "i will speak with my brother, but regardless of his response, we will leave godric's hollow."

albus. gellert. ariana. together.

The words, “I do feel it,” struck something deep, and Gellerts breath hitched, just faintly. He hadn’t realised how badly he’d needed to hear it until now. That Albus felt the pull too. The future tugging at their spines, beckoning beyond the edge of the familiar. He felt the corners of his mouth curve, slow and honest, something rare. There was no triumph in it. Just… rightness.

When Albus leaned into his touch, Gellert didn’t pull away. His fingers lingered, brushing across cheekbone and jaw with reverence more than want. “Together,” Albus had whispered, and Gellert closed his eyes for a moment, letting the word settle into him. It tasted like a promise. Like something real.

He opened them only when Albus spoke again, firmer this time. “I will speak with my brother, but regardless of his response, we will leave Godric’s Hollow.” And that—that—was the beginning.

Gellerts hand slid down to cradle Albus’, threading their fingers together. “Then it is done,” he said softly. “Whatever comes, we move forward. You, me, Ariana.” He knew that it would take some time. Months likely before they would be ready to leave. He had preparations to make, to ensure Nurmengard was ready for Ariana and Albus. But they would leave as soon as the time was right.

The sunlight shifted through the trees, casting patterns on the grass, and for the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel like a dream they were chasing. It felt like something within reach.

He picked at the edge of a teacake, crumbling it slowly between his fingers. Bathilda had sent them out with a tin full, still warm and dusted in sugar, but the sweetness sat untouched on his tongue. He glanced at Albus, at the soft blue eyes filled with a love he had never dared to hope for. It was easier, sometimes, to speak of power and possibility than of the quiet things—like fear. Or tenderness.

“I have been thinking of Ariana,” he said at last, voice low but steady. “You know how deeply I care for her. She looks at me with that stillness—so rare in her world. I think she sees more than she lets on. And when I watch her with you… I understand. How much she depends on you. How much you love her. And yet…” He trailed off, turning his face slightly toward the sky, where a bird flitted from branch to branch above them. “It is not possible to begin what we must if you remain here. Godrics Hollow is not a cradle for revolution.”

ariana, his sweet, sweet sister. he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of the very same thing. he thought often about taking his sister with them ── keep her safe. gellert made very excellent points, but albus knew that his brother, aberforth, wouldn't let him leave with their sister. not without an arguement. but gellert was right ── godrics hollow was not able to withstand the chaos of revolution. as much as that hurt ── this was his home; this was where his sister was ── grindelwald's honeyed words softened the pain of leaving. not that albus had much love for his home anymore. but ariana. all of his love was for her ── and gellert.

"aberforth will take some convincing," he answered, knowing that ariana would leave with him in a heartbeat. fingers picked absently at the teacake gellert had placed in his hand, the brush of the other's fingers sending sparks up his arm. albus was torn. a revolution was no place for one as innocent as his sister, but albus was confident that without her... he didn't want to think too hard about what might happen if she wasn't by his side through this endeavor.

the young wizard weighed the options before him; attain great power with the love of his life, or the love of his sister. both were extremely tempting. gellert was confident that he wouldn't have to choose between either ── albus wasn't quite as confident. "i will have to be half as convincing as you, dear one." aberforth was not the listening type. not when it came to albus.

“I know Aberforth will be difficult,” Gellert said, voice low. “But he’ll be gone soon—back to Hogwarts once the summer ends. And it won’t be him left behind. It will be you, trapped here in this house, this village, while everything you could become slips further out of reach.” His thumb traced lazy patterns over the back of Albus’ hand. “I won’t let that happen. Not when we are so close.”

He shifted slightly, the sun warm against his back, expression turning brighter with a spark of quiet certainty. “I have somewhere we can go. Somewhere safe. Somewhere Ariana won’t be locked away. She’ll be free there. You both will.” His gaze met Albus’ with unflinching sincerity. “I know it won’t be easy to leave Godrics Hollow—but our future isn’t here. You feel that, don’t you? That pull toward something greater?”

For a moment, Gellert looked down, gathering his thoughts with care. “Ariana… she’s changed something in me. She slows me, in a way nothing else does. She sees what others miss. I find I care for her more deeply than I expected.” He smiled, faint and rueful. “She matters to me now. Not just because she matters to you.”

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soft, blue eyes stared at the man before him, love and adoration clear in them. he had been in love with gellert grindelwald since they had met, the other's words casting their own kind of spell on him. "you look troubled, gellert. what is on your mind?"

He picked at the edge of a teacake, crumbling it slowly between his fingers. Bathilda had sent them out with a tin full, still warm and dusted in sugar, but the sweetness sat untouched on his tongue. He glanced at Albus, at the soft blue eyes filled with a love he had never dared to hope for. It was easier, sometimes, to speak of power and possibility than of the quiet things—like fear. Or tenderness.

“I have been thinking of Ariana,” he said at last, voice low but steady. “You know how deeply I care for her. She looks at me with that stillness—so rare in her world. I think she sees more than she lets on. And when I watch her with you… I understand. How much she depends on you. How much you love her. And yet…” He trailed off, turning his face slightly toward the sky, where a bird flitted from branch to branch above them. “It is not possible to begin what we must if you remain here. Godrics Hollow is not a cradle for revolution.”