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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 10:35 am
This fic and more at: http://xphineasx.livejournal.com/Ok, this is an UNHAPPY Albus/Gellert. The dream was dead. Albus could see that now, probably better than anyone else in the history of the world had ever seen anything. Nurmengard was as confounding inside as it was formidable outside. The stairwells and passages here seemed even more ill behaved and much more malevolent than the stairs back in Hogwarts. Albus regretted telling Gellert about this quirk in his school, knowing that would come to influence his own prison.
Once Gellert had been a jubilant madman. He had a rhythm that no one else could hear or feel that played inside his head as he lived his life. He walked in step to it’s beat and talked in time with it’s melody. It was the driving source of all his energy.
Some days when a stroke of genius would catch him and sweep him off his feet and he would feel compelled to tell Albus all about it. Somewhere in his full hearted soliloquies he would slip into his native German. His habit had convinced Albus that German is the prettiest language in the world. Gellert practically sang it. Albus had tried to become fluent in German, but Gellert always laughed and told him his accent was horrible and smile happily.
It was a dream. Gellert’s perfection and his sky high ideals. They would save the world for the Greater Good and Gellert was the jubilant madman who would lead the way. Gellert would provide the madness and Albus could provide the method.
The dream was dead. Albus took half a step back. It had taken five long years for Albus to summon the courage to face this place. He almost left right then.
Whatever song had fueled Gellert’s soul in their youth was gone. Gellert was but a shell of himself now, sitting in the corner of his cell. Albus would just make out the soft whispered of a half forgotten rant from Gellert’s cracked lips as the man stared blankly at a tiny moth on the wall. His golden curls were already streaked with gray and matted to his skull.
So this is hell.
“Gellert.” He said softly as he kneeled down in front of the floor to ceiling goblin made bars. The guards watched on, battling the overwhelming feeling that they were intruding on something personal and should leave.
Gellert looked up slowly. Albus had once thought that Gellert’s eyes were sky blue, but now they were as dull and grey as dirty ice. “Albus?” His throat was hoarse and his voice cracked painfully. Albus felt a stab of pity and longing’s hybrid child.
“Yes Gellert.” He replied.
“Albus...Albus are you here to get me out of this place?” Gellert asked him. He was making an effort to sound monotone, but the slightest tint of desperation broke Albus’s heart all over again. “Albus, have you come for me?”
“No Gellert. I have not come for you.” He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Gellert’s face twist a little. “I’m here to say good bye for good.”
“Don’t do this to me Albus.” Gellert’s voice cracked. “Albus...this place is killing me. You love me, don’t you Albus? I know you love me, you still love me. Don’t leave me here. I love you Albus. Five years, I’ve been here. Isn’t that long enough? No sunlight, no rain. I miss the rain Albus. I miss the rain.” Gellert stammered, a small light flickered in front of his eyes.
What would happen if he did open the door? If he just let Gellert out? He could go into hiding and never bother anyone again. But Albus couldn’t believe that. He knew that Gellert was a monster, he had killed so many people, he wouldn’t just go into hiding. No. The dream was dead.
“I’m sorry Gellert.” Albus stood up. “Good bye.” Forever, he thought. Slowly he turned away, trying not to look at the broken form of Gellert still sitting in the corner, staring at him with pleading eyes.
“No...no Albus. Don’t leave. Albus...Albus....” But Albus kept walking.
Half way down the first staircase, Albus heard a scream, long, dark and full of grief.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:07 pm
Oh, I felt the emotion, the desperateness and longing. Bitterness. I cried!
You wrote beautifully and creatively. I marvel at your writing prowess, and the way you used words to bring out emotions. YOU ARE MY IDOL!
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:08 am
Marvelous and stupendous writing! You could write anything without making the reader sleepy! and the emotions, my god, I wanted to jump in and save Gellert myself (lol, no fancy ideas girls)...
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