Who: Albus and Gellert.
What: Reuniting or Reunion whichever form you want to call it.
When: Evening or around that time anyway.
Where:Godric’s Hollow where the Dumbledore’s lived in Albus’ time.
Summary: that will come later I assume since I don’t know what all will happen.
Rating: shouldn’t be too high to start. PG-13 or so I’d think?


The dust around the home was quite interesting to say the least, Albus had had to clean every inch of the home to make it habitable again after apparently all the years it had been empty. But still for Albus he stood waiting and watching daily for Gellert to come but he never did. He had searched for his sister and his younger brother, and had found neither. Or at least, in the case of his brother, he found someone who he did not recognize with anger he did not understand toward him. But unfortunately Aberforth had always been different from himself and Albus rarely really understood him or (to his disappointment) his younger sister who he tried to protect though unfortunately according to information he had picked up along his journey since he first pulled himself out at the Ministry, he failed to do so.

Albus walked between rooms in the home that now showed no sign of time at all. Fawkes sat against his shoulder as Albus paced and really let everything within the last few days that he had learned, sink in. Something was happening and he didn’t understand what it was quite yet. Oh he completely understood the information given to him, but processing it, really taking it in and accepting it? That was something it took even a powerful mind, a significant time to really do in full and Albus had apparently been ‘back’ for months. It was enough time that he had tried to secure something of himself in this time to show himself anything to help him but unfortunately the Ministry had been very…unwilling to give out too much of his past to him. Why that was he wasn’t sure and it made him question himself.

Was he a great wizard?

Did he grow up to do everything that he and Gellert had planned?

Had he become nothing at all?

So many things plagued him that it caused unrest and even more so a need for him to figure it out and truly navigate this world to gain what he needed to, to surface. But most of all? He felt Gellert’s absence in his life, an absence he took very hard considering they had grown very close in their time together of planning and plotting to get the hollows. Though from what he understood after the war with voldemort, they had all seemingly ‘vanished’ which meant that he and Gellert would have to begin again to find these sacred objects to gain what it was they were looking for.

“But that is the question isn’t it?” Albus spoke finally and in a very soft tone as he paused in the hallway at the top of the staircase. “Where is Gellert now and why hasn’t he been able to ‘come back’ as it were if it is true that I have?” What would have held him back if he was as strong as Albus knew him to be even at the age he was? Albus shifted his body in a slight stretch causing Fawkes to fly from him only to return when he finally settled from his movement in impatience and unrest. “The real question remains..” He said finally after a moment. “..who are am I now that they can’t tell me?”

Albus finally moved in his discontent state back down to the sitting room area where he stood staring blankly out at the world that was ‘modern’ compared to what he remembered in 1899. Over a hundred and five years had passed leaving Albus to wonder what the purpose here was of everything and if things seemed still the same (even if they had their differences) what was the point of all the so called changes society had apparently gone through? And unfortunately his mind on that process and path, went back to Gellert. “Where are you now?” His hand absently stroked Fawkes as he stood there trying to make peace of the chaos he was thinking.