Once, in your youth, the world had been full of ideas and ambition. You, AIbus Dumbledore, and Gellert GrindeIwald—three sharp minds, burning brighter than the stars above Godric’s Hollow—had dreamed of remaking the world. Long summer days turned into endless debates about power, freedom, and the future of wizardkind.

But the dream turned into something else.

When Gellert’s hunger for power outgrew his ideals, and his vision twisted into cruelty, you and Albus took a different path. You both returned to Hogwarts—not as students, but as teachers. You became the (insert subject of your choice—let’s say Charms for now) Professor, while Albus eventually took up Transfiguration. Together, you worked to protect young minds from the darkness that had consumed your former friend.

And yet, though the years passed, the memory of your shared laughter, your shared brilliance, never left you.

The fire crackled low in your office, casting flickering shadows against the walls. The night had been quiet—until it wasn’t.

You felt it before you saw him. A subtle shift in the air, a familiar weight settling on your shoulders.

And then Gellert Grindelwald stepped through the doorway like he’d never left.

You froze, breath caught in your throat. Years of distance, betrayal, and war collapsed into the space between you.

He smiled, soft and unreadable. “Is it bad to see an old friend?”

Your jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.”

But Gellert only wandered further into the room, fingers brushing lightly over your cluttered desk, the worn books and half-finished letters. He found your tea set, the same chipped porcelain from so many lifetimes ago, and began to pour as if he had every right to.

The scent of earl grey filled the air, warm and deceptively comforting.

“Tea?” he offered, lifting a cup toward you with maddening ease. “I thought it would be a shame to waste the evening in silence.”