Chapter 1
The summer of 1897 had stretched endlessly for Albus, weighed down by the responsibilities of caring for his younger sister, Ariana. His mother's persistent pleas to abandon his beloved books and break free from the confines of his room had left him longing for the respite that Hogwarts offered. Now, on the first day of September, Albus found himself spending his sixth year at Durmstrang for the Triwizard Tournament.
"Aberforth, dear... Wake up your sister for me, will you?" Kendra's voice carried a gentle plea, addressing the middle child of the three siblings.
Ariana, the youngest of the three with her adoration for Aberforth ever since their dad was taken and killed at Azkaban, seemed to have forged a special bond with him, so it's best to let Aberforth wake her up.
Aberforth nodded, setting aside his own breakfast and rising from the table. He grabbed a portion of food for his beloved pet goat before making his way to Ariana's room.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Dumbledore's exasperated gaze fell upon Albus, who was engrossed in the pages of a book.
She sighed, a mixture of fondness and frustration evident in her voice as she placed plates of steaming food and cups of juice that she magically cooled on the table. "Seriously, Al. If you aspire to become the champion of Hogwarts, I suggest you pry yourself away from that book once in a while."
Albus nodded, though not wanting to be a champion at all. While knowledge was his passion, he also longed to experience the world beyond the confines of parchment and ink, but didn’t know where to start.
Once Albus had finished his meal, his attention turned to the task of preparing the rest of his trunk. Just as he was about to make his way upstairs, a giggle reached his ears. Ariana descended from the creaky staircase with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"Albus! Albus! Guess what?" Ariana exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. "Aberforth just threw goat dung at a girl outside!"
Mrs. Dumbledore sighed, casting a knowing glance at Aberforth as he clumsily descended the stairs. "Really, Abe? Let me guess, was it poor young Smeek again?"
Aberforth rolled his eyes, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he placed a plate of food in front of Ariana. "So what if it was? She's quite bothersome, and her obsession with my brother is rather annoying."
Mrs. Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes brimming with maternal pride. "Ah, my eldest son, forever in the spotlight! I wouldn't expect anything less from a prodigy like him."
Albus let out a weary sigh as he gathered his books in his arms. "I need to make sure my trunk is all packed." he said, casting a glance towards Aberforth and Ariana. "And you two better get a move on as well. I don't want to be the one packing your belongings last minute like I did last year."
The clock on the wall showed that it was already fifteen minutes past ten, and they needed to hurry if they were to catch the train on time, as it takes about thirty minutes to get to King’s Cross. Albus made his way up the stairs, entering his room, which stood in stark contrast to Aberforth's. While Albus took great care to keep his room scented and tidy, his brother's room had a distinct odour of goat poop, and it resembled a chaotic mess.
Albus often lent a helping hand to Aberforth, as they were not permitted to use magic outside of school. He would offer to assist his brother in cleaning and organising, relying on manual labour to keep the room somewhat presentable, but Abe wouldn't allow it.
Albus began packing his belongings, carefully placing his books, robes, and other essentials into his trunk. As the minutes ticked away, Albus ensured that everything was in order before closing his trunk. He glanced around the room, a mix of fondness and exasperation in his eyes as he surveyed the familiar surroundings for the last time until winter.
Albus swiftly closed the wooden door to his room and locked it. With his trunk in tow, he made his way downstairs, each step quickening in pace. He could feel the weight of time pressing against him—the minutes slipping away with each passing second. There was no room for delay.
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, Albus spotted Ariana and Aberforth waiting near the front door, their trunks already positioned by a carriage the Ministry had lended to them. They exchanged a hurried glance, having lost valuable time, and it was now twenty-five minutes past ten.
Without wasting a moment, Albus placed his trunk alongside his siblings', aligning them neatly in the carriage. The wheels of the carriage creaked under the weight of their anticipation, as if echoing their silent plea for haste.
With the trunks securely stowed away, Albus and his siblings climbed into the carriage, settling into their seats. The anticipation within them intensified, fueled by the knowledge that time was running out. Their mother stood by the Ministry carriage, concern etched across her face as she fumbled through a bag. Seriously, Albus feels like he’s the only one who takes track of time like a hawk in this family.
As the carriage came to a halt, Albus and his siblings quickly disembarked, their hearts pounding in their chests. They made their way through the crowd, manoeuvring past students and parents alike, their eyes fixated on the iconic scarlet locomotive. Time seemed to warp, compressing and expanding with each breath they took.
And then, with a surge of exhilaration, they found themselves on the platform, standing before the Hogwarts Express. The clock showed fifty minutes past ten, a narrow margin of victory in their race against time.
Albus joined the throng of students boarding the train while Aberforth went off to put their trunks in another compartment. The doors of the compartment swung open, welcoming them to a world of magic and possibilities. Albus took one last glance at his mum, who was talking to Aberforth very quickly with Ariana beside him.
The Hogwarts Express roared to life, its wheels set in motion. Albus found an empty compartment and settled into his seat, the gentle rhythm of the train lulling him into a sense of calm. As the train departed, carrying him towards the magical realm of Hogwarts, Elphias and Horace found him slid the door open and took their seats.
Albus straightened his posture, feeling the weight of the stares directed at him through the compartment window. It seemed as though the intensity had heightened, their gazes lingering for longer than usual. He let out a sigh, a mixture of resignation and anticipation, as he prepared himself to address the curiosity that was evident in Elphias' perplexed expression and Horace's confused gaze.
Albus began to explain the extraordinary circumstances that surrounded the upcoming year at Hogwarts. He delved into the details of the Triwizard Tournament, the event that’s going to be hosted by Durmstrang this year. Albus would find himself at the centre of attention, destined to represent Hogwarts as its champion.
Elphias, once bewildered, now listened with an expression of his usual adoration for Albus. Horace, though initially confused, began to grasp the magnitude of the situation and nodded in understanding.
What makes hosting a Triwizard Tournament by the three European wizarding schools adequate? Couldn’t they have just made it the next year, and not built up pressure on Albus? He had hoped to focus solely on studying for his N.E.W.Ts and living up to the high expectations set by his twelve O.W.Ls. However, due to his status as the best student at Hogwarts, his headmaster had insisted that he attend the tournament at Durmstrang. As Elphias, Albus' best friend, began to fawn over him in their compartment with Horace on the way to Hogwarts, Albus couldn't help but roll his eyes.
“Oh come on, El, you know that I don’t even want to participate in these tasks…” Albus said as he looked out the window, then set his eyes upon his friend again, and then bitterly. “But whoever said my preference mattered?”
Horace chuckled, “Oh, Merlin’s beard, Albus. You know the poor lad will never let this go…”
In all, Horace was correct; Elphias would never, ever let this go. He basically talks about Albus’ success continuously and even brings up information about it when he just gets out of his four-poster bed when Albus is reading. It appears that somehow every student has become aware that Albus perfected his Patronus charm during his second year, which just so happens to make the ginger even more adored than he was before.
As the Hogwarts Express chugged on towards its destination, the compartment door slid open, and the trolley lady appeared. She was pushing her cart loaded with sweets and snacks, and the delicious aroma of pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs wafted through the compartment.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked with a warm smile. Elphias and Horace eagerly reached for the chocolate frogs, while Albus opted for a pumpkin pasty. They chatted excitedly about their upcoming year at Hogwarts, speculating about classes and potential adventures.
Amidst their conversation, Albus couldn't help but wonder about the Triwizard Tournament. The identity of the champions was still a mystery, and the anticipation was building with each passing moment. He imagined the challenges they would face, the unknown tasks that awaited them.
"The Triwizard Tournament is going to be epic this year," Elphias exclaimed, biting into his chocolate frog. "I wonder who the champions will be. Do you think Hogwarts has a good chance?"
Horace shrugged, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hard to say, really.” He looked over at Albus. “But I have a feeling that whoever represents Hogwarts will give it their all. It's always been that way." Albus nodded in agreement, his mind already hoping someone else was going to do it, he had enough worries already.
The prospect of being chosen as a champion both excited and daunted him. He knew that the tasks would demand everything he had to offer.
"Albus!" Aberforth and Ariana suddenly barged into their compartment, causing Elphias to gasp in surprise. "You forgot your...whatever this is." Aberforth shoved a stack of books into Albus' arms, scowling at him.
"Seriously, Abe?" Albus rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but grin at his younger brother.
"I don't know! Mother told me you needed them!" Aberforth huffed, then pulled out a set of dress robes from his travel bag. Albus stared at them in shock.
"Dress robes?" he repeated, incredulous.
"Yes, dress robes! More importantly, the Yule Ball is a special tradition with the Triwizard Tournament! Surely you know this, Albus?" Elphias suddenly interjected, his voice full of excitement. “Oh, I cannot wait to see you opening the ball!”
"Elphias." Albus replied with a sigh. He couldn't escape the reality that he might be chosen as one of the champions, and with that came the added pressure of attending the Yule Ball as one of the opening dancers, that is if he was doomed enough to be chosen.
Aberforth looked at the two of them weirdly, then shrugged and sat down next to Horace while Ariana beside Albus.
Albus' light blue dress robes were a sight to behold. Made of a soft, shimmering fabric, they looked almost ethereal in the dim light of the train compartment. The sleeves were long and billowy, with a delicate lace trim at the cuffs. The collar was high and stiff, adorned with a simple silver clasp that sparkled in the light. The blue colour was almost like the sky on a clear day, matching Albus’ eyes, with hints of pale silver and white woven into the fabric.
Ariana's curiosity piqued as she watched Albus magically fold and pack away his light blue dress robes in his trunk. With bright eyes, she turned to her eldest brother and couldn't resist asking, "So, are you finally deciding to get a boyfriend this year? And no, I'm not talking about your love for books!"
Albus blushed at the question, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment. "Ariana, I–" he replied at a loss for words, trying to keep his tone light when colour rose to his cheeks. Elphias laughed.
"Oh, come on, Albus! You can't deny that you'll have plenty of admirers at the ball. I, for one, would be honoured to accompany you." He winked, causing Albus to roll his eyes.
Elphias was never the type to be good at flirting, considering the dragon pox scars he still possesses on his face. His attempts at charm often resulted in awkwardness and stumbling words. Albus couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Elphias trying to navigate the social intricacies of the Yule Ball.
Aberforth snorted, "Don't worry, Elphias. Albus has always been more interested in books and spells than in romantic pursuits. The only thing he's likely to dance with is his wand."
Albus rolled his eyes again, but a small smile played on his lips. He was grateful for his friends' lightheartedness, even amidst the anticipation and tension of the upcoming tournament.
As the train slowed down, signalling their arrival, Albus took a deep breath. The Triwizard Tournament awaited him, and with it came challenges, friendships, and unexpected twists, he just doesn’t know it yet.
Stepping off the train, Albus felt a surge of nerves within him. The Triwizard Tournament was going to begin in October, and he was absolutely and most definitely not ready to embrace it.
–
Albus felt discomfort as he made his way through the bustling halls of Hogwarts, accompanied by his brother. The weight of the stares and the hushed whispers intensified this time, enveloping the corridor in a symphony of curiosity and anticipation.
Amidst the sea of voices, snippets of admiration and speculation reached Albus's ears, fueling the already palpable anticipation that surrounded him.
"Do you think Albus will bring glory to our house?"
"He's a prodigy, you know. They say he passed all twelve of his O.W.Ls!”
"I can't wait to see what he'll accomplish. He's already made an impression."
Each word seemed to add to the mounting pressure Albus felt, as if the hopes and expectations of his peers were physically pressing upon him. The hallways became congested with students vying for his attention, seeking a moment of his time, hoping to bask in the radiance of his success.
As Albus walked, he couldn't help but notice how his mere presence caused a blockage in the hallways. Students from all houses jostled to catch a glimpse of him, their eagerness to be noticed by the "future" champion, as they'd like to call it, evident in their expressions. While part of him appreciated the support and well-wishes, there was also a yearning for solitude, a desire to find respite from the constant attention.
He could sense his brother's annoyance, the way he clutched their Obscurus sister protectively and steered her away to secret corridors.
One Saturday morning, with sleep still clinging to his senses, Albus trudged wearily towards the Great Hall, both his arms wrapped around a book about transfiguration. Lost in his own thoughts, he collided with someone, the impact jolting him out of his drowsiness. He looked up to see a Hufflepuff girl blushing furiously, scrambling to collect her scattered books.
"Oh...sorry," she stammered, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness and embarrassment.
Albus let out a weary sigh. He had no time for chance encounters and fleeting conversations, but a sense of courtesy compelled him to assist her. Bending down, he swiftly gathered the fallen books, returning them to her trembling hands.
"Here you go," he offered, his tone polite but distant and trying to fight the urge to yawn.
He shrugged absentmindedly as he watched the girl scurry away, his mind already drifting back to his own thoughts, and made his way to the Great Hall. He walked towards his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, setting his plate down and opening a book, seeking solace in its pages.
Having saved seats for his brother and Elphias next to him, the empty spaces across from Albus were soon occupied by other Gryffindor girls who eagerly took their places. They chattered amongst themselves, stealing glances in his direction, hoping to catch his attention. Albus remained focused on his meal and book, his expression giving away his disinterest in their attempts at conversation.
Albus felt a sense of unease. He wasn't comfortable with this attention that people in this school normally gave him, especially when it felt so contrived and insincere. He at least found comfort in the familiar presence of Elphias, who approached him and embraced him warmly.
"Morning, Al," Elphias yawned, taking his place on the right side of Albus.
"Morning, Elphias," Albus replied, his tone softer as he welcomed him. Aberforth, who had taken a seat on the other side of Albus, couldn't contain his annoyance.
"Shoo!" Aberforth yelled angrily, his voice laced with irritation as he directed his outburst at the girls who had been eyeing Albus. The girls giggled in response to Aberforth's outburst, retreating from their attempts to gain Albus's attention.
"Merlin, Albus!" Aberforth exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief and snatching the book out of Albus’ grasp. "Can't even have a peaceful meal without these girls fluttering about."
Albus let out a whine as Aberforth snatched his book out of his hands and lost his page. "Aberforth! Give my book back!" Albus protested, reaching out to reclaim his precious reading material.
Aberforth held the book just out of Albus's reach, a playful glint in his eyes. "Not so fast, big brother," Aberforth teased, his voice laced with amusement. He looked at the book cover and scoffed. "How is transfiguration even interesting to read about? It's time for some real-life entertainment."
Albus pouted, his frustration evident. Once they finished their breakfast, Albus got up and planned to sit next to the lake with Ariana and Aberforth since Elphias had gotten detention with the Hogwarts caretaker, doomed to clean the trophy room. Albus said goodbye to his best friend then made his way through the Great Hall, navigating the tide of eager girls seeking his attention; he didn’t even like girls like that.
Apparently he didn’t notice his mistake ast first, because it didn't take long for word to spread among that same girls’ friends, and soon, a swarm of girls seemed to employ the same tactic to gain Albus's attention.
They bumped into him deliberately, dropping items, giggling and blushing furiously as he came to their aid. It became a flurry of orchestrated accidents, each encounter fueling their excitement and prompting whispers among themselves.
Albus realised he would never get peace and quiet as both girls and guys seemed to fill up the space next to the lake, starting to get angry, he grabbed his two siblings who were throwing rocks in the lake and headed to the Gryffindor Tower.
–
Gellert's piercing mismatched eyes scanned the grandeur of the Durmstrang Great Hall, taking in the high arched ceiling and imposing stone columns. The morning light streaming in through the windows bathed the hall in a golden glow, casting shadows in all the right places. Snow was falling outside.
His mind wandered as he imagined the glory of victory and the admiration of his peers. Gellert had been waiting for this opportunity for years, and he was not going to let it slip away. The Triwizard Tournament was his chance to prove himself as the most powerful wizard of his generation. He had spent countless hours honing his magical skills, studying ancient tomes, and delving into the darkest corners of magic.
The Great Hall was alive with the murmurs of students and the clatter of plates and utensils as breakfast was served. Gellert's gaze flickered over the faces of his fellow Durmstrang students, taking in their varied expressions. Some were awed by him, while others were resentful of his power. He knew that his path to victory would not be an easy one. Hogwarts and Beauxbatons were formidable opponents, and he had heard rumours of powerful and cunning students from those schools.
Vinda Rosier and Ernst Hochberg approached him and took their seats at the house of Wolverine table, interrupting his moment of silent reverie. Vinda's sly smile hinted at her amusement as she spoke to Gellert, "So... about the tournament, you gonna sign up or what?"
Gellert rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. "Of course I am, Vinda."
Ernst chimed in, a hint of doubt in his voice, "You never know another student at Beauxbatons or Hogwarts might be better and more powerful than you..."
Gellert smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I highly doubt that, Ernst. I am the most powerful wizard at Durmstrang, if not the entire continent."
Vinda leaned in, her eyes glinting mischievously. "But what if there's someone out there who's just as powerful as you? Or even more so?" Gellert's smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.
"Then I'll simply have to prove that I'm still the best," he said, his voice filled with determination.
Ernst raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"
Gellert grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked up at the staff table. "By winning the Triwizard Tournament, of course."
–
The great thunder outside of Hogwarts has caused Albus so many nightmares throughout the night, even worse than it usually was. The lightning flashes and booming sounds shook him to his core, manifesting his fears and anxieties in his dreams.
In one of his nightmares, Albus found himself surrounded by pairs of piercing eyes. They were staring at him from every direction, unsettling his soul. One eye was light blue, glowing with an otherworldly intensity, while the other eye appeared pitch black, emanating an eerie darkness that sent shivers down his spine. Two opposites.
The second nightmare was even more haunting. Albus felt a constant presence behind him, whispering unsettling words that echoed in his ears. The pressure kept mounting, relentless and never ending. It intensified as the upcoming tournament drew closer, each whisper repeating, "Dumbledore, Albus—Hogwarts Champion!" The weight of expectations bore down upon him, and he felt the burden of being the one chosen.
As the nightmare continued, Albus found himself in a vivid dream sequence. He saw himself seated alone at a long, grand table in the Great Hall. It was a table that nobody else occupied, and all eyes were fixed upon him. The students, the staff, and even the portraits on the walls watched him intently. The weight of their gaze, filled with anticipation and judgement, made him acutely aware of the spotlight upon him.
Finally and thankfully, he jolted awake, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Albus found himself on the ground beside his four-poster bed, disoriented and breathing heavily. Elphias kneeled beside him, his voice a hushed whisper as he spoke, "Albus... are you okay?" Elphias tried his best not to disturb the other dorm mates who were still lost in slumber. “You’ve been like this for the past month…”
Albus took a few deep breaths, his heart gradually slowing its frantic rhythm. He looked up at Elphias, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. "I... I think so," he replied, his voice barely audible. "Just a nightmare, that's all…"
Elphias offered him a reassuring smile, helping Albus to his feet. "You're not alone, Albus," he said softly. "You’re gonna be a great Hogwarts champion, I just know it."
Albus nodded, grateful for the support but tensed at the subject of the tournament. As they both climbed back into their beds, he hoped that the thunderous storm outside would subside, and with it, the restless nights filled with even more haunting dreams.
He didn’t go back to sleep that night.
-
Elphias entered the dormitory after his morning bath and discovered Albus still tucked away in his closed four-poster bed, hidden from view but clearly awake. Usually he would be at breakfast at this time.
He gently pulled back the curtains, revealing Albus sitting there, his eyes stuffy and fixated on the foot of the bed while fidgeting with his hands.
Concern etched across his face, Elphias called out, "Albus...?"
Albus sniffed and looked up, his tear-streaked face reflecting a mixture of sadness and nervousness. "Y-You can go to breakfast, don't wait for me," he stammered absentmindedly, his voice filled with a fragile vulnerability.
Elphias hesitated, realising that something significant was troubling Albus. Ignoring the blush that rose to his cheeks, he sat down on the bed, placing a comforting hand on Albus' knee. "Albus, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"I'm quite fine, go to breakfast," Albus responded, his tone polite but firm. He curled up into a protective ball, restricting Elphias' hand, and buried his head in his knees.
Worry washed over Elphias as he observed Albus's distressed state, wanting to know the cause of this troubleness. He quietly contemplated the best course of action, then made up his mind. Rising from the bed, he closed the curtains, shielding Albus from prying eyes and creating a small haven of privacy, intending on telling Aberforth about this - even if he doesn’t think highly of Elphias.
-
On the morning of 30th October, 1897, a large group of chosen Hogwarts students gathered in the school grounds beside the Forbidden Forest, eagerly preparing for their long journey to the somewhat secretive Durmstrang Institute. Thestrals, invisible to most but those who have witnessed and comprehended death, were waiting for them.
Albus was surrounded by his friends and admirers, he looked up and fixed his pointy hat as the headmaster came tumbling down the hill towards them. Professor Dippet and the Care of Magical Creatures professor had prepared a huge carriage for all of them to ride on, bigger on the inside and pulled by the Thestrals.
“Albus Dumbledore, if you could come up here, please !” Professor Dippet's disapproving voice called from the front of the carriage, interrupting the people beside him’s excitement.
Albus looked to Elphias and Horace, who were urging him to go, then reluctantly gave in and made his way to the front of the hundreds of seventh and sixth years.
“So, I know you’re going to win this for us, Mister Dumbledore, and that’s why you have the biggest room in this carriage, private too,” Professor Dippet said loudly with a hint of amusement.
Albus was taken aback, clearly was not expecting that. "W-What– sir, you’re giving me a p-private chamber?!" he stammered, hardly able to believe his ears. Applause and gasps carried out behind him as he stared at his headmaster.
Professor Dippet chuckled. "Yes, Mr. Dumbledore, you heard me correctly. I believe in treating our champions well, and you have proven yourself to be my most…. capable student. Consider it a reward for your hard work."
Albus was speechless. He had never expected such treatment, and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty knowing that his friends would be sharing cramped quarters. But he also felt a sense of pride, knowing that he had earned this honour.
Surprisingly, the chamber he had been given resembled the warm, inviting environment that one would find at Hogwarts, replete with a continual fire roaring. It looked way better than his Godric’s Hollow room.
Despite the welcoming atmosphere, Albus struggled to overcome his fear of being chosen as a Hogwarts champion. The idea of putting himself at risk on top of his studies made him anxious since he knew the competition would be severe, especially with this tournament being well known for brutality and immense rivalry between the European schools… and he knows how angry his headmaster would be if he didn’t just…
He sighed knowing his fate and closed the door behind him, setting out to find his friends and absentmindedly thinking about his siblings.
As he settled into his plush seat in the carriage, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and apprehension. The carriage jolted forward, signalling the start of their journey.
Albus looked out the window and watched as the Hogwarts grounds disappeared from view. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at leaving Hogwarts and his siblings behind, but he knew that the adventure ahead would be worth it.
Perhaps there are some pros about this… maybe he should be happy after all about not being around Peeves anymore.
As the hours passed, Albus’ friends chatted about what lay ahead. They speculated about the other champions, the tasks they would face, and the secrets that Durmstrang held. Albus listened intently, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of unease. He knew that the Triwizard Tournament was dangerous, and that there were those who would stop at nothing to win.
Finally, a little after the Beauxbatons pupils, they reached Durmstrang. Albus was eager to see this site for himself. He followed Elphias and Horace off of the carriage and stood in the queue of Hogwarts students while the three headmasters exchanged greetings.
The air was crisp and cold, and Albus could see his breath fogging up in front of him as he shivered. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement as he gazed up at the towering castle before him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before.
As they waited, Albus couldn't help but notice the other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They all looked so different from the sea of black robes and pointy hats from the Hogwarts students - they’re dressed in furs and leathers, all sorts of colour combinations, with an air of toughness and resilience that seemed to be ingrained in them.
Eventually, the headmasters finished their pleasantries and it was time for the Hogwarts students to be welcomed to Durmstrang. Albus felt a thrill of excitement as he stepped forward, ready to explore this new and mysterious place.
But as he took his first steps onto Durmstrang's grounds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about the place that felt dark and foreboding, and Albus couldn't shake the feeling that there were secrets lurking just beneath the surface, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
As Albus stepped into the Great Hall, he was struck by the grandeur of the place. The high stone walls, adorned with intricate gold designs, loomed over him, giving the room a sense of gravitas that Hogwarts' Great Hall lacked. The ceiling was very high arched, with the constellations of the Northern Hemisphere twinkling above.
The long tables, instead of being arranged in the usual parallel formation, were aligned in a circular pattern around the raised platform where the head table stood. Albus could see students from all four Durmstrang houses mingling and chatting, their dark robes blending in with the shadows.
But what caught Albus' attention the most were the huge banners hanging from the ceiling, each one emblazoned with the crest of a different Durmstrang house: Soscrofa, Ucilena, Vulpelara, and Wolverine. The intricate designs featured fierce mythical creatures, ready to defend their house's honour.
Albus, Elphias, and Horace led the way to the Vulpelara tables, and quickly enough, every other Hogwarts student followed suit, eager to sit near the famous Dumbledore. Meanwhile, the Beauxbatons students settled down with the Wolverine.
As Headmasters Dippet, Montague, and Nacht took their seats at the head table, a hush fell over the Great Hall. All eyes turned to Headmistress Nacht as she stood up to give her welcoming speech, her commanding presence filling the room.
"Good evening, students, and welcome to Durmstrang," she began, her thick German accent carrying easily throughout the hall. "As you all know, tomorrow marks the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, and we are honoured to host such a prestigious event. But before we get to that, I wanted to take a moment to explain how the Goblet of Fire works."
She proceeded to give a detailed explanation of the magical artefact, how it would choose one champion from each participating school, and the importance of respecting its decisions. Albus listened intently.
"Remember, students, the Triwizard Tournament is not to be taken lightly. It is a test of skill, bravery, and intelligence, and the challenges you will face will be dangerous. But I have faith in each and every one of you. May the best champion win."
Everyone in the hall raised their glasses towards her.
–
Gellert stared longingly at the Goblet, his mind racing with thoughts of fame and fortune. He couldn't wait to get his hands on a quill and a piece of parchment so he could enter his name and show everyone what he was made of.
Gellert's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at the magnificent Goblet of Fire, longing for a piece of parchment and quill. He could already envision himself standing victorious, basking in the glory of winning the Triwizard Tournament and the thousand Galleons prize money that came with it.
But for a moment, his attention turned elsewhere, to a certain redhead who was chatting animatedly amongst his friends at the table of Vulpelara. Gellert couldn't help but notice the way others seemed desperate to join their friend group. It was an interesting sight, to say the least. As a skilled observer of human behaviour, Gellert made a mental note to keep an eye on them, curious to see how their interactions would develop in the future.
Gellert was captivated by the ginger's appearance. His red hair and pale skin was a striking contrast against the black robes of Hogwarts, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with laughter. Gellert felt a strange attraction towards him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
As he continued to watch the boy, he noticed something else - a certain air of confidence and charisma that seemed to draw people towards him. It was no wonder that everyone wanted to be a part of his friend group. Gellert found himself curious about this boy, wanting to know more about him and what made him so special.
–
Later, Albus was in the Durmstrang library with both Horace and Elphias, who were deep in discussion about the tournament. A piece of parchment sat upon the table in front of them, bearing Albus’ name and a few other hastily scribbled words.
“Albus, are you sure you don't want to compete?” Elphias asked, his voice filled with urgency. “It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! And imagine the glory and recognition you'll receive if you win.”
Horace, on the other hand, had a more subdued tone. “It's entirely up to you, Albus. The decision should come from your own gut, not from the pressures of others.”
Albus sighed, feeling torn. On one hand, he didn't want to disappoint his professors and friends. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure he was ready for the pressure and danger of the tournament. He looked down at the parchment, his name seeming to taunt him.
He began running his fingers through his hair. "It's not that I don't want to compete, it's just that... I don't know if I'm ready for it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, trying not to interrupt the people around him reading.
Elphias raised an eyebrow. "Not ready? Nonsense. You're one of the brightest students in Hogwarts. You have nothing to fear, Albus."
"But what if I make a fool of myself in front of everyone?" Albus countered, his eyes downcast.
Horace patted Albus' shoulder reassuringly. "We all have our fears, Albus. But sometimes we have to face them if we want to grow."
Albus pondered over their words for a moment before finally nodding and saying slowly. "Alright, I'll do it. I'll put my name in the Goblet of Fire."
Elphias slammed his hand on the chilly wooden table in triumph, eliciting disapproving stares from those around him. Albus rolled his eyes that wandered off over at the very curious symbol carved into the wall.
–
Dipping his quill into the black inkwell, he carefully inscribed the words "Grindelwald, Gellert - Durmstrang Institute" onto a two-inch piece of parchment. As he finished, he felt a sense of determination wash over him, knowing that he would be submitting this entry into the Goblet of Fire come dusk. With a resolute step, he climbed the stairs up to his dormitory.
At dusk, the two lads made their way to the very deserted entrance hall, where the blue light of the fire was illuminating all over the dark walls. The air was chilly and the silence was almost palpable, broken only by the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty space. They looked at each other.
Albus nodded but Gellert just stared, his eyes lingering on the other boy's features. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something captivating about him. It was the same Hogwarts student from earlier that somehow captured his audience.
Gellert watched as the shorter but older boy opened the grand doors and entered inside, admiring the way his robes swished behind him. He followed suit, taking in the grandeur of the Great Hall as he walked towards the Goblet of Fire.
As Albus approached the Goblet, he could feel Gellert's gaze burning into his back. He tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the blond boy was watching him intently.
Gellert's gaze lingered on the ginger-haired boy as he waited for the boy to enter his name in the Goblet. He couldn't help but admire the way the firelight reflected off his hair, making it look like it was on fire. Gellert's heart raced as he realised he couldn't look away.
Finally, Albus turned around and met Gellert's gaze. Gellert's heart skipped a beat at the sight of those piercing blue eyes.
Albus jumped and stuttered “A-Are–Why are you still here?”
Gellert looked at him. “I’m waiting for you to enter, that’s what I am doing.”
Albus relaxed and rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips but tried to hide it from the other. "Yes, yes, I'm doing it now," he said, taking his parchment and inserting it in.
Gellert was still looking at the ginger-haired boy. "I have a feeling this year's Triwizard Tournament is going to be quite eventful," he said, trying to start a conversation with Albus.
Albus looked up from the goblet and gave a small smile. "I think you might be right," he replied, his tone polite but distant.
Gellert sensed the distance in Albus's tone and wondered if he had said something wrong. "Is everything alright?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Albus hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's nothing," he said finally, but Gellert could tell there was more to it than that.
Perhaps he was starting to feel a new sense of empathy towards the boy, or maybe he was just trying to break the tension between them. Either way, Gellert couldn't deny the strange feelings that were starting to bubble up inside of him whenever he was around the ginger-haired boy... he doesn't even know his name.
They stood in silence for a few moments, the only sound coming from the crackling of the fire. Gellert wondered how he could get Albus to open up to him, to share what was troubling him. He was drawn to the other boy in a way he couldn't explain, and he wanted to know everything about him.
And with that, they both parted their ways off to bed.
–
Albus was glad to enjoy a small part of his studies here, with the library at his disposal and the privilege that the whole of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons could take classes here.
It’s rather disappointing how this place doesn’t really have a Halloween feast, unlike Hogwarts with its endless varieties and possibilities of food made freshly served by the house elves in the kitchens, but in all, he simply loved this place.
Albus couldn't help but wonder who the blond person who was the subject of local rumours about in Durmstrang was. He made an effort to ignore the notion and concentrate on his friends sitting next to him, but he was preoccupied with the thought of perhaps running into the rather pretty boy again.
He frequently thought back to the previous night, that pretty blond who also put his name is the goblet. Although Albus was aware that he was a complete stranger to him, he found something intriguing about him.
"So... Albus, have you given any thought to who might be a strong contender for the Hogwarts champion?" Elphias asked, breaking Albus out of his thoughts.
Albus took a moment to consider before responding. "Well, I suppose it depends. I haven't seen everyone's skills yet, but I've heard good things about Abigail Weasley."
Horace nodded in agreement. "Yes, she's quite talented. But let's not forget about the Ravenclaw seeker, Nathan Hilliard. He's got excellent reflexes and a sharp mind."
Albus nodded thoughtfully. "You may be right, Horace. I haven't seen him in action yet except for the Quidditch matches, but I've heard good things."
Elphias snorted. "And what about the Bulstrode girl from Slytherin? You don't seriously think she's a good person, do you?"
Albus furrowed his brow. "Do you mean Violetta? I hadn't considered her, actually, but she seems capable... What's wrong with her?"
Elphias raised an eyebrow. "The Bulstrodes are known for their allegiance to the Dark Arts. Do you really want someone like that representing Hogwarts?"
Albus shrugged. "I see your point, but I think it's important to keep an open mind and judge each student based on their individual abilities. After all, we don't want to miss out on a potential champion just because of their family's reputation."
Horace nodded in agreement. "Quite right, Albus. We should give each student a fair chance."
Elphias still looked sceptical, but he didn't press the issue any further. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to wait and see who rises to the challenge. But mark my words, Albus - we need to be careful who we put our faith in, I'd say you're the most capable one for us..."
Albus smiled politely, but couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure weighing on his shoulders. He knew he was capable, but the weight of the expectation from those around him felt like a heavy burden. "I'll do my best," he said, determinedly. "And I'll make sure to choose wisely if I'm given the opportunity to select the champion."
Horace patted him on the back reassuringly. "That's the spirit, Albus. We have faith in you."
Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Albus excused himself from the conversation and made his way back to his dormitory. As he lay in bed, his mind raced with thoughts of the upcoming tournament and the responsibility that came with it. Excusing himself from the breakfast table, he made for the castle courtyard to do some reading.
–
As the day wavered on, Albus became more increasingly nervous, and the constant whispering and stares that followed him wherever he went weren’t helping. Especially with the Durmsrang and Beauxbatons students, he was simply exhausted.
“I heard that that sixth year is the most favoured Hogwarts student!”
“Do you think he’s as powerful as they say he is?”
“Did he really master the Patronus Charm only in his second year?”
But they happened to be unaware that the strain he is under is making him regret ever placing his name in the goblet, which would only make people mad if he didn’t already. Even his headmaster showed favouritism for him to the extent that he drew him aside to present him to the other headmasters, who were equally astounded and enquired as to whether or not he had put his name in the cup.
“So… I hear you’re pretty famous in Hogwarts, huh?” Albus looked up from his book to see the blond from the previous night sitting on the wooden log in front of him. He couldn't help but notice how the snow falling down made his blond hair even more attractive.
The blond smirked. “Recognize me?”
Albus widened his eyes, trying to place where he had seen him before as he smirked. “Yes, I also hear that a certain blond here in Durmstrang is pretty infamous. Sure that’s not you?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye as he set down his book.
The blond chuckled, “Oh, I’m infamous alright. But not here in Durmstrang. My reputation hasn't preceded me yet.” He paused for a moment, looking down at Albus. “I've heard a lot about you too, Albus. ‘The boy who mastered tons of highly advanced spells.’ I must say, even I was quite impressed whenever I first found out and it takes a lot for someone to impress me."
Albus couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by the compliment. "Thank you," he said with a small smile.
The blond stood up from the log, holding out his hand. "Care to sit with me and my friends at the champion selection tonight? It would be quite an honour to sit with the famous Albus Dumbledore."
Albus blushed at the hand, then took it “I would be glad to, Gellert Grindelwald.” he said and smiled as he got pulled up to his feet.
–
Gellert happened to be heading out to the courtyard after meeting with his friends when he noticed the very pretty auburn haired boy leaning against a tree and reading a book on snow. Distracted and excited to meet the boy again, he had been thinking about him all day when suddenly, there he was! His name was believed to be Albus Dumbledore, a very beautiful name by the way, and rumours about him were flying about the school.
Gellert deliberately walked all the way over to Albus, who annoyingly didn’t acknowledge him at first, then sat down on the log across from where he was sitting. “So… I hear you’re pretty famous in Hogwarts, huh?”
He watched as the redhead looked up with cute surprise on his face, Gellert’s smirk became more pronounced whenever the other’s eyes widened. “Recognise me?”
“Yes, I also hear that a certain blond here in Durmstrang is pretty infamous. ” he said, a playful glint in his eye as he set down his book and looked up at the blond. “Sure that’s not you?”
“Oh, I’m infamous alright. But not here in Durmstrang. My reputation hasn't preceded me yet.” He paused for a moment, looking at Albus with a spark of curiosity. “I've heard a lot about you too, Albus . ‘The boy who mastered tons of highly advanced spells.’ I must say, even I was quite impressed whenever I first found out and it takes a lot for someone to impress me.”
Albus smiled, and Gellert couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. He was much more impressive and pretty up close than he was from afar, oh Merlin... Gellert might actually be in love. He’s never liked anybody before.
"Care to sit with me and my friends at the champion selection tonight?" Gellert asked, holding out his hand to the red head. "It would be quite an honour to sit with the famous Albus Dumbledore."
Albus blushed and took his hand, his smile growing wider which was cute to Gellert. "I would be glad to, Gellert Grindelwald," he said, Gellert felt a thrill run through him, and felt his heart skip a beat. It was certainly love at first sight, he could just feel it.
This was going to be an interesting year indeed.
–
As Albus made his way through the winding halls of Durmstrang with none other than Gellert Grindelwald and his group of friends behind them, he couldn't help but compare this castle to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was warm and welcoming, with its cosy common rooms and friendly ghosts.
Despite the frigid temperatures, Albus found himself fascinated by the dark, brooding beauty of Durmstrang Institute. The stark, imposing castle walls seemed to stretch endlessly into the night sky, casting long shadows across the snow-covered grounds.
As for the Veela students at Beauxbatons Academy complaints, Albus found them to be more amusing than bothersome. He had met a few of them during his stay, and while they were undeniably beautiful, their vanity and arrogance left much to be desired. Albus preferred the modest and down-to-earth nature of the Durmstrang students, who valued hard work and discipline above all else. Beauxbatons may have had a more opulent home, there was something uniquely alluring about the rugged charm of Durmstrang.
“Something bothering you, mein Liebling?” Gellert asked as they sat down at the table. Albus was not familiar with the German word, but he guessed it was some sort of endearment.
He shook his head. "No, not at all. I'm just excited to see who gets selected as the champion."
Gellert leaned in closer, his mismatched eyes locking onto Albus' blue ones.
"Is that all?" he asked softly. "You seemed quite preoccupied earlier, with that book of yours."
Albus felt a flush creeping up his neck. "Just reading," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Gellert smiled knowingly. "You know, Albus, I find it fascinating that someone with your talent and intelligence would choose to spend their time lost in a book rather than out exploring the world."
Albus shrugged, feeling a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "Books can take you to places just as well as travelling," he said simply and helped himself to some pumpkin pasties.
As time went by, the more Gellert's table seemed to attract more people, with his little group of friends. Albus couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by all the attention, and he thought about Elphias and felt regret sting at him as he realised that Elphias could be wondering where he was with Horace. Albus stood up from his seat and excused himself, hoping to find a way to slip away unnoticed. But Gellert caught his arm.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Albus hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “I need to go,” he said softly, hoping that Gellert would understand.
Gellert didn't seem to like that though. He tightened his grip on Albus's arm and leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto Albus's. "Please stay, Albus," he whispered. "I want to get to know you better." Albus felt a shiver run down his spine at the intensity of Gellert's gaze.
Gellert's touch and words made Albus feel conflicted. Part of him wanted to stay and get to know Gellert better, but another part of him knew he had to leave and find Horace and Elphias.
He gently pulled his arm free from Gellert's grip and took a step back, avoiding the pressure of his gaze. "I'm sorry, Gellert, but I have to go. Maybe we can talk later?" Albus said, trying to keep his voice calm and steady.
"Fine. Go then." And with that, Albus hurried off and found Elphias and Horace sitting at a table in the back of the Great Hall, deep in conversation.
He quickly made his way over, feeling guilty for having left them waiting. "I'm sorry I'm late," he said as he took a seat, feeling the weight of their gazes. He stared back at them nervously. "I got caught up with some people."
Elphias raised an eyebrow. "Some people?" he asked, his tone indicating that he knew exactly who Albus was referring to.
Albus blushed. "Yes, Gellert Grindelwald," he admitted. "He invited me to sit at his table, and then more people started joining us, and I didn't want to be rude."
Horace snorted. "You know who Gellert Grindelwald is, right?" he asked. "He's trouble, that's what he is. Dark magic, dark intentions, the whole package."
Albus felt a pang of uncertainty. He had heard rumours about Grindelwald, but he had also been intrigued by him. "I know," he said quietly. "But I can't help but feel drawn to him."
Elphias scoffed "Drawn to him? Albus, he's obviously dangerous! I don't want you to get hurt… rumours are already spreading."
Albus sighed, knowing that Elphias was only looking out for him. "I know, Elphias. But I just want to talk to him, to understand him better."
Horace chimed in, "It's not safe to be associated with him, Albus. He nearly killed his classmate last year as far as I can tell. "
Albus felt conflicted, torn between his curiosity and his sense of self-preservation. "I'll be careful," he promised, hoping to ease his friends’ minds.
Spoiler alert, it did not.
–
Headmistress Nacht stood up and gained everyone’s attention as their attention focused on her and chatter had died down. She graced them all with a smile, Gellert’s disappointment from Albus leaving the table wavered off as he started feeling tense and excited whenever they got closer and closer to the selection, eyeing the Goblet intently.
"The time has come for the selection of the Champions," she announced, her eyes scanning the room whenever her speech was coming to a close. "May the bravest and most skilled among you step forward to represent each school in the Triwizard Tournament!"
Gellert felt his palms start to sweat as he watched the students slowly rise from their seats, their eyes fixed on the Goblet of Fire. He couldn't help but wonder who would be chosen, and a small part of him hoped it would be Albus. He turned to look at him, but Albus was nowhere to be seen in the crowd of people. Gellert felt a pang of disappointment but quickly pushed it aside, his attention back on the Goblet as the first name was called out.
"Champion of Beauxbatons," the Headmistress announced, her voice ringing out loud and clear. "Celeste Delacroix!"
The crowd erupted into a thunderous applause as Celeste gracefully walked forward. She was tall, with long, flowing blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She looked both regal and fierce.
Gellert watched with rapt attention as Celeste performed an intricate wand movement, causing a dazzling display of sparks to shoot out from her wand. He couldn't help but be impressed by her skill and grace as she walked through the doors to another chamber.
"Champion of Hogwarts.." Headmistress Nacht announced as she looked down at the piece of parchment, and said delightfully, "We have the honour of presenting to you the one and only, Albus Dumbledore!"
Gellert watched as the pretty ginger stood up from his table and walked towards Nacht with confidence. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for Albus as applause rang out the room, even as his heart ached with longing. He had never seen someone carry themselves with such grace and poise, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to him even more.
As Albus walked towards the same doors Celeste walked through, Gellert's eyes never left him, and he felt a mix of emotions - excitement for what was to come, and apprehension about the danger that lay ahead.
Excited noises from all around Gellert suddenly evaporated as everyone watched with trepidation. Gellert noticed Nacht's smile waning as she stared down at the little piece of parchment before it fought its way back. "Gellert Grindelwald, champion of Durmstrang!"
When Gellert's name was announced as the Durmstrang champion, his heart began to rush. He moved in the direction of the doors that Albus and Celeste passed through, feeling an adrenaline surge. He could hear the audience's clapping and cheering. Although he turned to gaze at the other two competitors in the sitting area, he was far more intrigued by Albus himself.
Gellert took a seat next to him, feeling a sense of excitement as he did so. He couldn't help but wonder why Albus had left their table so early, and chose to sit at a different table. Maybe he needed some time to prepare himself, or maybe he just wanted some time alone.
Either way, Gellert was glad to be sitting next to him now. He turned to Albus and smiled, hoping to strike up a conversation. "So, Albus," he said, "are you excited for the tournament?
As Gellert waited for Albus' response, he couldn't help but notice the way the light illuminated Albus' features, making his eyes appear even brighter. He quickly shook himself out of his reverie and focused on the conversation at hand. Albus gave a small smile and replied, "Yes, I am. It's quite an honour to represent Hogwarts."
Gellert nodded in agreement, "Indeed it is. I'm sure you'll make Hogwarts proud." As they chatted, Gellert found himself more and more drawn to Albus' intelligence and wit.
Celeste was watching both of them intently.
–
Aberforth was rather sad and worried that his brother Albus was away at Durmstrang for the school year, leaving him alone to take care of their sister Ariana back in Hogwarts. A temporary headmaster and no sixth- or seventh-graders made up the vacant quarter of the castle.
With a twinge of loneliness and a want to be with his brother, Aberforth had watched them leave in the carriages from his window. Aberforth, though, couldn't get rid of the lingering anxiety that made him worry what sort of trouble Albus may be getting into at Durmstrang.
He had just received a letter from his brother the morning after the champions of the tournament were announced. It came with a very gorgeous snowy owl, it seems like snowy owls were more common where Durmstrang is at, with them swarming all over the school now from peoples' older siblings or friends.
"Abe, 1st November, 1897
I must say that Durmstrang has been an utterly delightful experience so far. Though I have only just arrived, I am filled with excitement at the prospect of all that lies ahead.
Rest assured that I am in good hands and that I am taking every opportunity to further my education and expand my horizons. I cannot wait to return to Hogwarts and share with you all that I have learned during my time here. I’m almost certain you've heard that I was selected as Hogwarts champion last night. I will write to you again soon.
- Albus"
It was good that his brother was safe… for now. Albus could take care of himself, at least in Aberforth's eyes. All he could do was hope he wasn't getting into any trouble. He had only been there for nearly two days, after all. A ridiculous competition such as this wouldn't cause any trouble, right? Aberforth made an effort to push aside the uneasy sensation that had been chewing at him ever since he said goodbye to Albus and instead deigned on taking care of Ariana.
He then grabbed his quill, ink, and a three inch piece of parchment paper.
“Al,1st November, 1897
Albus, that is wonderful news! Please win for us, the amount of Galleons is overwhelming to mum! We might be able to get a chance to come see the third task. I wish you the best of luck.
-Aberforth”