The dark wizard who had puffed out his chest, ready to show off a little in front of the young wizard, slowly lowered his head and concentrated on eating the bacon in front of him.
Dumbledore began introducing him instead. "Gellert Grindelwald. Active from roughly 1899 to 1945. His main occupations at the time were leading dark wizards and starting wars."
Kane slowly rubbed his face. He had known Dumbledore was no saint. What kind of person got tangled up with someone like that?
Dumbledore reached that part just then. "Oh, right. He also has a connection most people don't know about. He's my lover."
"...I know that. You didn't have to say it again," Kane said flatly.
"Yes. So the person who rescued Sirius Black from behind you that night was this gentleman," Dumbledore continued.
Kane discreetly glanced up at Grindelwald, who was chewing his bacon. Grindelwald gave him a polite smile.
"So if you've already subdued Mr. Grindelwald, why is Sirius Black still at large?"
Dumbledore gave a helpless shrug. "Well, let's say it's to add a little color to a term the Dementors have turned gray."
He thought that sounded a little too cryptic, so he put it plainly. "Lupin and I think much the same thing."
"Sirius Black may simply be a poor man who was wrongfully imprisoned... Though I only learned that recently."
Kane nodded. He had nothing to say.
No, there was one thing he could say. "So, do you need anything else?"
"Of course. I'm taking you home, and I wanted to give you a heads-up. If you run into Sirius Black again, don't go too hard on him. Just knock him unconscious and leave him at the Camp where you practiced the Reaction Mushroom Cloud," Dumbledore said.
"..."
"...I think I should