#bathilda bagshot

[gellert-1899]

I think as a fandom we are not showing enough respect to Bathilda Bagshot. I mean if she didn't think the boys would get on well with eachother and forced them to meet, they probably wouldn't have met.

So Bathilda, thank you. Your work is appreciated. We love you.

#grindeldore #jamie campbell bower #albus dumbledore #fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #mads mikkelsen #albus x gellert #harry potter #gelbus #gellert grindelwald #bathilda bagshot #godrics hollow #harry potter and the deathly hollows

[grindeldore3]

Ever wondered this?

This is the Dumbledore family album(?) in the Deathly Hallows movie.

Question 1- First of all, what was it doing in Bathilda's home? Why???

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(This is a dog right? If I am seeing correctly...)

Question 2- They had a Dog???? When? Why? Could it be an animagus or what?

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Question 3- Who could this person be? And the people behind the 'dog' are Albus's parents?? No? If yes, then we missed the opportunity to see how they looked like!

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Question 4- This is not the conventional photo we have always seen of the boys, is it? Or I am getting it wrong? Don't we deserve this one too? (Oh Merlin, they look sooo cute!!! I wanna kidnap them both XD)

Question 5- In the left hand side, there's a man sitting. Who is he? Gellert? Or someone else?

___ Please, if anyone would like to analyse?

#This mystery album storms my brain #I WANT CLEAR COLORED PHOTOS OF THIS! #grindeldore #ggad #gelbus #gellert x albus #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #summer of 1899 #Deathly Hallows #Bathilda Bagshot #Godric's Hollow

[scarletlunarosa]

The boys took to each other at once.”

They certainly did. Bathilda shows me a letter, kept by

her, that Albus Dumbledore send Gellert Grindelwald in the dead of night.

- Harry Potter and the deathly hallows

#bfkcarts #my art #chibi #redraw #bfkcredraws #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #gelbus #ggad #harry potter #harry potter and the deathly hallows #book #bathilda bagshot #rita skeeter #grindeldore #grindledore

[ascandalincamelot]

Harry in The Deathly Hallows: *looks at Grindelwald's photo* Miss Bagshot , who is this man?

Nagini in Bathilda's form: Don't even get me fucking started

#harry potter #the deathly hallows #bathilda bagshot #nagini #wizarding world #grindeldore #gellert grindelwald #fantastic beasts #aurelius dumbledore #albus dumbledore #dumbledore #grindelwald #deathly hallows

[gellertssoul]

Albus: have you seen my top?

Aberforth: are you talking about a shirt or are you talking about Gellert?

Bathilda: boys, behave yourselves! A child is present

Ariana: it's too late to be concerned about me

#grindeldore #gelbus #albus dumbledore #gellert grindleward #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts the secrets of dumbledore #the secrets of dumbledore #for the greater good #ggad #albus x gellert #ariana dumbledore #aberforth dumbledore #summer of 1899 #bathilda bagshot

[aceofwandssixofswords]

Actually, the best Grindeldore meeting dynamic is Gellert falling in love with Albus at first sight while gushing and giggling both during their meeting and after to Bathilda as this is happing Albus is sitting with his dead mother and having to look after his siblings and due to this s looks like absolute shite with greasy unkept hair and the unkept start of a beard and his glasses half off who is also staring at Gellert the hole time stunned at how beautiful he is and just sitting mouth agape and blushing and when Albus, Aberforth, Ariana walk home All Albus talks about is how beautiful and intelligent Gellert is wile Gellert spent the whole time being a giggling school girl batting his eyelashes. Both of them are talking about how they’ll never stand a chance with the other and how sad it will be other is too good for them and never like them back and Aberforth, Ariana, and Bathilda just watch these 2 gays be so dramatic and so obviously have a crush over one another it’s ridiculous and that’s how you do love at first sight with Grindeldore I take no criticism.

#sorry for the bad grammar I write this at 12pm #there idiots in love but there my idiots in love #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #grindeldore #harry potter #abeforth dumbledore #ariana dumbledore #fantastic beasts and the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts and the secrets of dumbledore #albus x gellert #fantastic beasts #bathilda bagshot #young albus dumbledore #young gellert grindelwald #young grindeldore

[sammy-a-87]

Real Family

The train finally came to a halt. Thick smoke engulfed the tiny station and Gellert stumbled onto the cobblestone. He forgot just how small everything was there. Godric’s Hallow, the home of his aunt, was so incredibly tiny, the kind of village where everyone knew each other's business and life like their own.

He made sure to not use magic to carry his bags, no matter how tempting it was- the village was shared by muggles and wizards alike if he remembered right and he wasn't yet old enough physically to use magic outside of school. The weather was torrid, a heat so unbearable he cursed under his breath for wearing all black. Where's that damn house again?!

Trudging through the empty street- no one was as stupid as him to go out in this heat- he racked his brain for any useful memory; red hair and toothy grins were all that filled his vision. Finally, as if sent by the gods themselves, Gellert noticed a young woman walking in his direction. She carried two gigantic baskets filled with what he assumed were groceries.

“Excuse me, ma'am?” He flashed a sweet smile. She stopped in her tracks and smiled in turn.

“Could you perhaps help me find Mrs. Bagshot's house?” His accent scratched his ears- he had lost it sometime in his thirties, but now it was back with full force and he hated it. Not because it reminded him of home, he was proud of German heritage, but it made him sound so out of place….

The woman eyed him curiously for a moment before speaking up, her own English accent flowing as sweetly as a melody.

“Of course, of course. Are you family of her's? Her house is the yellow one right after the graveyard, on the right. You can't miss it.”

Gellert bowed gallantly and thanked her, however, without elaborating on his relationship with Bagshot- news traveled here too fast and he didn't like that. They parted ways and after a hellish half an hour of walking in the blazing sun- how the fuck is this place so small yet has everything so far from each other?!- he arrived in front of the two story cottage of his dear aunt. The flowers in the front were in full bloom and he could only imagine that the backyard was just as vibrant and full of life, the mix of magical and non magical plants creating a colorful little paradise. He had spent quite a few nights there with him, at the tiny garden table under the thin willow, and his heart ached at the memory.

Mustering up his courage, why was he feeling nervous?, he knocked on the door. Loudly. More times than needed.

“Yeah, yeah I'm coming!” ,came a muffled voice from inside, obviously annoyed.

“What do you- Gellert!” The surprise on his aunt's face spoke volumes: his father hadn't owled her regarding his arrival, typical.

The thin, elderly woman opened the door fully, smiling at her nephew after the shock subsided.

“Hallo, Tante. Sorry for dropping by unannounced…” he shuffled quietly in place, for some reason unable to look at her. Seeing her again, after so long, filled him with emotions he couldn't quite explain. His heart was torn between hugging her and begging for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? I haven't done anything at this time….

The woman seemed to take notice of the boy's strange attitude and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Don't apologize, my dear. It's always good to see you, no matter how scarcely.” With a flick of her wand, how didn't he notice it in her hand? He had lost his touch, she levitated his luggage inside the house. Then she ushered him in as well.

“Have a seat, have a seat! I'll get some tea brewing in no time. Why don't you tell your aunt how you've been in the meantime? What brings you here?” She was as joyous as he remembered her and this only served as more salt on his already bleeding heart.

He sat down on the couch and looked around the room: he didn't remember much from it, he noticed with startling guilt. He had never stopped before to see just who his aunt was, not as a relative, but as a person. Books upon books lined the walls on beautiful, wooden shelves; the fireplace was adorned with portraits of herself and friends, strangely none with a family- he knew she and his father didn't stand each other but didn't she have a family of her own? No one? A quiet gasp escaped him as he noticed a photograph, right in the front and unmissable, a photograph of him as a child, possibly taken the last time he had been there- he must've been 5 or 6 years old…. And she kept it in the very front.

His chain of thought was interrupted by her clearing her throat. Ah, yes, she asked me why I'm here-

“Um…you see…,” he cringed, when did he start stumbling over his words?! “I've been expelled.” He muttered quickly.

She raised a still blonde eyebrow. “Care to repeat? I think my hearing’s failing me.” Her tone, however, suggested she heard it all perfectly.

Gellert took a deep breath. “I…got expelled. My parents sent me.”

“Ah, so I'm a form of punishment now? I see, I see…” her tone was equally bitter and hurt. He wanted to reach out to her, do something, anything, but he couldn't move, guilt paralyzing him.

“N-no!” He hastily said. “I mean, yes, to them- but, um, ah, not to me…. I've missed you, Tante.” It was true, out of anyone in his family, she was the only one he had thought about all those miserable years locked up. Her smiling face and calming voice and wise words, her tooth rotting sweet tea and gentle nature- oh, how many times he had wept at those memories whenever she'd write to him.

But that was adult Gellert, teenage Gellert hated her, saw her as a nuisance just as his father did, and this sudden change of heart took her by surprise.

“You? Missed me? Why, Lerty, are you feeling alright, dear?” She found it within herself to chuckle, chuckle! Bathilda sat down next to him, two cups of tea floating in the air before them and a big tea pot filled them up to the brim. She took his hands into hers, a bit wrinkled with age and garden work, but nonetheless gentle, and she smiled at him.

“I'm glad…. I missed you too, my little boy. How'd you get expelled? I thought Markus was bribing them? Unless you did something so bad not even gold could cover it up?” her voice held no judgment, only a strange tinge of amusement- it helped ease Gellert's nerves.

“Ich- I- kind of, maybe, aus Versehen- accidentally-” he always mixed his languages when nervous. Luckily Bathilda was just as a German as him and understood his botched speech perfectly.

“I killed the headmaster's daughter.” He finally managed to get out in one breath. His eyes fell to the ground, yet he couldn't understand exactly why he felt so ashamed of it- he never felt bad for these things, besides for Ari-

Bathilda laughed, the sweet sound resonating so out of place right after the boy's confession. How can she find this amusing? I killed someone! Gellert watched her bewildered.

“That's it? That's what got the old Narr to give up on you? Not that I don't understand- I can't imagine the loss of one's child…. And Markus decided to send you here because what? He thinks I'd knock some sense into you? Something he clearly didn't manage to?” She laughed again.

“Oh, my sweet boy…no matter what you do in this life I'll never hate you. I will always be here for you.” She squeezed his hands reassuringly. “Ich werde dich nie aufgeben.”

That was it. All it took was a few kind words for Gellert's lip to tremble, then his body to shake, his hands to grasp her tightly and his breath to hitch in his throat. She cared for him, she always did and proved it time and time again- back then, through her heartfelt letters, and now through her words. He couldn't understand where all that love was coming from, how she could accept him despite everything he was and did. Hot, thick tears streamed down his face, salting his trembling lips- slowly at first but quickly they overflooded him, cascading down his chin and neck, wetting the collar of his shirt. He rarely cried in his youth, but when he did it was always dramatically messy without even meaning to. Bathilda held him gingerly as he cried himself dry, one of her hands gently caressing his tearstreaked cheek.

Her gaze was loving and she fished a handkerchief out of her dress pocket. With the gentlest of touches, she wiped him clean before kissing his forehead with motherly kindness.

“Du bist so geliebt, mein kleiner Lerty….”

Tante-aunt

Narr-idiot

Ich werde dich nie aufgeben- i'll never give up on you

Du bist so geliebt- you're so loved

#harry potter #ggad #grindeldore #albus x gellert #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #bathilda bagshot #bsads #ch3

[carewyncromwell]

"But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder, As they tear your hopes apart -- As they turn your dream to shame...!

You can take -- (And still I dream he'll come to me,) You can give... (That we will live the years together,) Let him be! (But there are dreams that cannot be,) Let him live! (And there are storms we cannot weather!)

If I die, let me die! Let him live..."

~"Bring Him Home/I Dreamed a Dream (mash-up)" by Adam Bayjou and Lucy O'Byrne

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Talbott's Death's-Head-Hawkmoth bolo tie // original inspiration for Carewyn's dress

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Hi all! Recently Hogwarts Mystery put out a rather underwhelming sidequest about Voldemort possibly returning to the Wizarding World, and I decided it'd be a great time to make some Second Wizarding War content for my girl Carewyn...specifically about the good friend she grew even closer to in that time, Talbott Winger!

Even at school, Talbott and Carewyn did discover they were truly "birds of a feather," upon becoming friends in their fourth year. They're both the type to put walls up around their hearts to hide their more fragile emotions, as well as to prefer the company of a few close friends to large crowds, and they both harbor a strong desire to improve the world around them despite the personal traumas of their respective childhoods. Post-Hogwarts both Talbott and Carewyn even pursue careers in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as an Auror and lawyer, respectively, and it's with Talbott, his Auror partner Tonks, his Auror mentor Mad-Eye Moody, Hitwizard Ben, her own legal mentor Amelia Bones, and fellow lawyer Chester Davies that Carewyn ends up working with most closely, at the start of her career.

When the Second Wizarding War happened, though...well, that list of Ministry associates Talbott and Carewyn had accrued shrank very, very fast. Amelia Bones and her entire family was assassinated not long after Voldemort's return was fully revealed in the spring of 1995. Mad-Eye was killed in the summer of 1997 while trying to get Harry Potter to safety before his 17th birthday. Tonks had to immediately go into hiding after Bill Weasley's wedding due to her connection with the Order, and Ben had to go into hiding not long later from the newly formed Muggle-Born Registration Commission. Even Chester Davies ended up taking an assignment in Romania during a large stretch of the War, so as to support and protect his old associate and fellow Prefect Felix Rosier, who was a persistent mark for Death Eaters trying to force him to join their ranks. Several of Carewyn and Talbott's other friends outside the Ministry, like Chiara Lobosca, Barnaby Lee, and Bill Weasley, had also been forced underground to evade the Death Eaters. This left Talbott and Carewyn largely alone to deal with the blatant rot and evil that had corrupted their Department -- the place where they'd both so desperately wanted to make a difference, and yet now was forcing them to march lock-step with their disgusting whims.

Fortunately one other thing Talbott and Carewyn shared was their determination to not just cowardly shrink in the face of evil. And so covertly, both of them found a way to support the fight against Voldemort. Neither of them ever joined the Order of the Phoenix like Tonks did -- Carewyn had way too much negative feelings toward Dumbledore to ever accept him as her "commander," and Talbott preferred to follow his father's example and not explicitly join any formal organization -- but they were still valuable in their own way in opposing the Death Eaters. Carewyn smuggled intelligence out of the Ministry to anti-Voldemort causes and even took charge of the Ministry and put Umbridge under citizen's arrest during the Battle of Hogwarts. Talbott was a pivotal correspondent at Potterwatch (using the name "Raptor"), reporting on the glossed-over casualties of the War, but also frequently writing and reading aloud inspirational pieces to promote hope in Voldemort's disheartened victims. And they also worked together sometimes to smuggle prisoners out of the Ministry to safehouses, such as Carewyn's future "ward" Erik Apollo and eventual legal partner Orion Amari and his daughter Eos.

Although in retrospect, their fight was not in vain, and their eventual triumph could be seen as worth all of the turmoil and pain they suffered through, however, this doesn't mean that in the midst of it, Carewyn and Talbott didn't experience their fair share of despair, hopeless, and grief. One of these such moments was on Boxing Day, 1997, when Carewyn visited Talbott at his home in Godric's Hollow. He had called into work that day without any warning -- a very unusual occurrence -- and it prompted Carewyn right away to check on him. She arrived very late at night, when just about everyone else in Godric's Hollow was asleep -- and when Carewyn entered Talbott's Secret-guarded cottage, she found her friend collapsed in his armchair, his tear-stained face more worn and exhausted than Carewyn had just about ever seen it. Talbott had immediately bolted up at someone entering, wand raised, and had not relaxed even an molecule of an inch until they exchanged questions and answers that would verify each other's identity.

"What name did I call you, in the poem I wrote after we first met?" "'Looking-Glass Eyes.' What did you bring me on my first night in the Hospital Wing, after Rowan's death?" "A handwritten copy of the poem 'Immortality' by Claire Harner."

It was only then that Talbott slowly lowered his wand and, seeming a bit weak on his feet, swayed back to his armchair. Carewyn immediately rushed over to support her friend as he collapsed back down into it, wiping the moist mix of sweat and tears from his face.

"...Bathilda Bagshot is dead," he said at last.

Carewyn looked up, horrified.

"She'd kind of retreated into her house, these last few months," Talbott explained lowly. "An understandable thing, under the circumstances. But on Christmas, her house just blew up out of nowhere, and the Aurors were sent to investigate, and...well, even if Yaxley's crew tried to cover it all up, I saw her body, before they took it..."

Talbott's head fell as he closed his eyes, almost as if wanting to shut out the image.

"She'd been torn to pieces, Carewyn," he whispered. "Like some disgusting parasite had buried itself inside of her and then just ripped her apart..."

Carewyn slowly eased herself down onto the footstool beside his armchair, her blue eyes rippling with sorrow.

"Talbott, I'm so sorry...I know she was kind to you, when you first moved in here. Mum's always spoken so well of her -- everything I've ever heard of Bathilda Bagshot was how sweet and helpful she was..."

"She was a good woman," Talbott agreed.

He exhaled heavily through his nose as he slowly opened his eagle-like eyes.

"That's not all, though. After the fact, it came out that the reason the Aurors were called out so quickly was that 'Undesirable Number 1' may have been spotted in the vicinity of Bagshot's house."

Carewyn gave a start. "Potter?"

Talbott nodded.

"When I followed up with the rest of Potterwatch, they didn't have any real idea what he might've been doing there or what happened to Bagshot, while he was in her house...but Lupin thinks it's very likely he came to Godric's Hollow because it's where his parents died. If so...then it's possible that Bagshot found him and brought him back to her house, before whatever happened."

Carewyn's eyes softened with sadness. She knew full well Godric's Hollow hosted the old ruins of the Potter home -- she'd passed the old memorial a few times when she'd come to visit Talbott in the past. Talbott even walked over there with Carewyn, Tonks, and Chiara one Halloween not long after he first moved in, so they could all pay their respects.

"I know it's silly for me to wish I was there, but..." Talbott brought his head into his hand, his eyes falling down to the ground. "...He must've come to see his parents. They're buried in a plot only about ten feet away from where my parents are -- a plot I've visited on every holiday, bar this year..."

Talbott closed his eyes and hung his head.

"If I'd just visited this year, maybe I would've been there, when Potter was. He could've hidden out at my place instead -- I could've been more able to fight whatever attacked him and Bagshot -- "

"Talbott, don't blame yourself!" Carewyn said fiercely.

Her hand clutched at his arm, even as her eyes likewise fell down to the carpet, rather than remaining on him.

"...We don't know what it is that attacked Potter and Bagshot. For all we know, it could've been some elaborate trap set up by You-Know-Who, in case Potter ever showed up. After all, you moved here because your parents are buried here...it would make perfect sense if Potter wanted to visit this place as well..."

"Of course it does!" said Talbott, his voice strained. "That's all the more reason to wish I was there. I understand why he'd want to be here...I understand it probably more than anyone else..."

Carewyn's hand ran gently along Talbott's forearm, trying to comfort him. Talbott looked down at his own feet as he once again exhaled.

"Fred and George talk about him all the time. Lupin and Shacklebolt, as well. He's a lot like you, from what I gather -- modest and brave...with the ridiculous tendency to play the hero in every situation," the slightest of wry smiles flickered at the corners of his lips before quickly fading. "...Most of all...I gather he's never forgotten his parents. Lupin said once that the only real memories Potter has of his parents is of the night they died -- of them selflessly trying to save him, even as Vol -- the Dark Lord closed in..."

Talbott's lips twitched unhappily -- he hated the Taboo that forced him not to use Voldemort's real name.

"...I know I've never met the kid, but...I know what that's like. The not being able to forget. The knowledge that your parents gave everything, just so you could live. The shadow it casts over you...and how much it makes you fear losing anyone else...all those people who've become your family, in the place of the one you lost..."

His reddish eyes seemed to burn. Carewyn could feel waves of empathetic pain pooling off of her friend, even without him looking her right in the eye.

"I know it's silly, but...even if I don't really know Potter, and it's not like he'd have any reason to trust me in that circumstance when he doesn't know me from Adam...I wish I'd been there, for him. Because...I've been him, more than once."

The sorrow in Carewyn's eyes deepened. She bowed her head, and her forehead ended up lightly grazing the top of Talbott's head as she closed her eyes.

"You feeling that way is not silly," Carewyn said very softly. "It's noble. It's kind. And I know...if Potter is as much like you as he sounds to me...then he would appreciate knowing he wasn't alone."

Her low volume couldn't mask the strong emotions that choked her voice. Even though Talbott lacked Carewyn's flair for Legilimency, Talbott knew at his heart that -- like him -- Carewyn was likewise full of empathy for Potter's pain...because she, like both of them, also understood how much grief could isolate you...how much time could never take away the phantom pains of that loss.

Do not stand by my grave, and weep -- I am not there, I do not sleep...

The memory of the poem he'd given Carewyn after Rowan's death ran over Talbott's mind again as he looked up at his old friend. He took in the paleness of her face and the pain in her shut eyes, and he found himself bringing his own hand down to hold her arm, the way she was his. Talbott didn't speak, instead just keeping their posture as it was, with both of them leaning on each other and holding each other's arms.

Sometimes true solidarity -- true friendship -- requires no words.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #my writing #talbott winger #carewyn cromwell #harry potter #bathilda bagshot #nymphadora tonks #rowan khanna #voldemort

[frihetkanske]

A friendly reminder that both Gellert and Bathilda, who offered her home for her Durmstrang dropout great nephew to live in, cared for him and introduced him to the love of his live, Albus, were killed by Voldemort.

#i swear it's a friendly reminder #gellert grindelwad #albus x gellert #bathilda bagshot #voldemort #harry potter #grindeldore

[elixomus]

gellert’s arrival at godrics hollow

#ggad #grindeldore #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #bathilda bagshot #fantastic beasts #secrets of dumbledore #tsod #harry potter #fanart #digital art

[casasupernovas]

can someone also explain to me why lily and james were having bathilda bagshot around for tea? weren't they supposed to be in hiding? 😂

aside from the obvious, they could use each other's nicknames all they want but one person intercepts the letter and finds out they are near bathilda (doubt there are many bathilda's in the magical world) and boom location found. didn't even need wormtail.

#harry potter #snape trying to keep them safe and here they go #severus snape #pro snape #bathilda bagshot

[albusgellertalways]

#grindeldore #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #summer 1899 #bathilda bagshot

[grindeldore3]

#What do you think? #Speculations #Grindeldore #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #gelbus #ggad #Summer of 1899 #Bathilda Bagshot

[lavenderqilin]

Made the 1899 gang on Picrew😼

(I used Baydews' avatar maker on Picrew)

I also planned on drawing them all in my own artstyle, and in outfits that are more appropriate for the Victorian Era. ♡

So of course we have Albus and Gellert first :)

Next up is Aberforth...

Ariana <3

Bathilda :)

And a headcannon on what Abe's gf might've looked like... ;)

#grindeldore #fantastic beasts #harry potter #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #ggad #gelbus #aberforth dumbledore #ariana dumbledore #bathilda bagshot #dumbledore #grindelwald

[ascandalincamelot]

Bathilda, attempting to fix a hole in Albus' coat: Merlin's beard, this pocket is humongous! How long is your bloody wand?!

Gellert: Which one?

Albus: *chokes on sherbet lemon*

#incorrect grindeldore quotes #incorrect quotes #grindeldore #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #bathilda bagshot #bathilda ships it #fantastic beasts #secrets of dumbledore #harry potter #wizarding world

[incognito-unfamous]

- Who is this, Aunty Bathilda?

- Gellert, I want you to meet Albus, an awesome boy for a neighbor.

(grindeldore au)

#albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #fantastic beasts #grindeldore #hp #bathilda bagshot #the meeting #au