Trio VS. Gellert
"Of course," Gellert said as cordially as possible. "Please, come in." He stepped aside to allow them to enter, remembering all too clearly the last time that Potter had stepped through his door. He could still see, in his mind's eye, Potter's body crumped on the floor in the living room -- just there. Albus had cleaned it, but even after Gellert got back from prison, he had found a tiny drop of dried blood on the leg of the sofa. Without magic, he had scraped it off by hand.
He glanced back at Harry when he spoke again, all too amused that Potter should apologise to him. Gellert had been thrilled to finally have an excuse to claim Albus publicly for his own.
"So I have told Albus," Gellert said. His voice was soft and casual, as if Gellert was completely unaware of the implications of what he had just said. "Would you like a slice of pie? Ariana made it."