"Just think about it Albus! We could control the wold, control death himself!"
"Gellert... I don't know. Ariana is getting worse by the day, we simply just can't go on like that. Aberforth is starting to have doubts and honesty... so am I."
The young man seated in the old armchair of the Dumbledore's House, gently reached out to touch the hand of his opposite.
"Al...don't you know who is doing this to your sister? You know it, I know you do. It's them muggles. They are suppressing us! Those incompetent little muggles are going to drive us into the abyss if we don't do anything! We could change that, think about it. We could all be free! Ariana could be free."
He charmingly smiled at the red-headed boy infront of him.
But Albus Dumbledore was having doubts and that was something that Gellert Grindelwald wasn't pleased with, not one bit.
"Albus...", Gellerts voice got quieter as he knew exactly how to change the other man's mind. "We would be the most powerful wizards in the history of this world. We can do this. You and I."
Albus' breath flattened as Gellert pulled him closer towards him.
"The two of us. Forever."
It was only a quiet whisper in the room.
"Forever?"
His fingers softly wandered across Dumbledore's lips.
"Yes,", a bittersweet smile on his lips, "forever."
Softly the man pressed his lips onto the ones of the older, whose doubts immediately vanished. He only felt the other mans soft lips, his hands that slowly pushed his jacket of his shoulders, their breath becoming one. He had already long been captivated by the younger and Gellert Grindelwald knew exactly how to use that.
1899, the Dumbledores House/Godric Hollows; the evening before Ariana Dumbledores (*1885-†1899) death and the disappearance of Gellert Grindelwald (*1883-†1998).