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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 12:54 pm
This fic and more at: http://xphineasx.livejournal.com/Ok, so this was my longest, most complete Albus/Gellert fic, tracing them from beginning to end. It does not have a happy ending. Looking back, Albus realized that he had accepted a summer of love in exchange for a lifetime of regret. It was a foolish choice.
“So this is how it all ends.” Gellert was smirking, one eyebrow raised, as though this was all a joke. His accent was a thick as ever, cutting every word sharply and slipping over the vowels thickly.
“Your Tyranny, Gellert, is over.” Albus answered, squaring off against him. His chest was tight, his mind full of dread. He couldn’t put this off any more. Grindelwald must be stopped.
“I didn’t mean that.” Gellert was still grinning. It was a mad, crazed grin. A mere reflection of the boy Albus had known for a few short months. “This is the end of us. Really now, isn’t it? If you fight me, I can’t win you back, my dear Albus.” He taunted, one hand on his hip, twirling the Elder Wand in the other.
“We have been over since the day my sister died.” Albus said flatly, ready to counter strike at a moments notice.
“Albus.” Gellert cooed. “I know losing her hurt you. And I know that my leaving hurt you. But this is foolish.” He said, still grinning. Albus wanted him to stop smiling at him like that. He wanted Gellert to hate him as he hated him. To be bitter as he was bitter. But he just smiled like they were old friends, lovers even. But that wasn’t true, not anymore. “Albus, come back to me. We can rule the world together. Make it a better place. The Greater Good remember?”
“The Greater Good was a lie Grindelwald.” Albus spat out his last name. He was starting to loose his resolve. Gellert’s electric smile was making the marrow of his bones quiver. He must put an end to this. “It was nothing more than a lie.”
“Well if that’s how you must be.” Gellert shrugged, and pointed his wand directly at Albus’s chest. “I would rather do this with you, than without you Albus. But you give me no choice.”
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The first time Albus had met Gellert Grindelwald, he hadn’t like him very much, at least, not at first. He was walking home minding his own business. Secretly he dreaded going home in the evenings. Ariana was a handful, and Aberforth was a waste of time. The boy never listened to anything he said anyway. He felt guilty for thinking so poorly of the only family he had, but it was true. He’d rather be circling the globe with Elphias than stuck here in simple little Godric’s Hallow with his half crazy, half delinquent family.
Over the backdrop of far away horse drawn carts and song birds, a light whistle carried itself on the wind. At first Albus thought it might be just another bird. A twig snapped above his head. Albus looked up into the thick branches that hung over the road.
There in the tree was a boy, maybe only a year younger than him, walking on tip toe across a branch that was surely to slim to support him, whistling happily.
“What are you doing?” Albus asked, disapprovingly at this boy, who looked down at him and grinned. With all the ease of a great cat, the boy slipped out of the tree onto the dirt path in front of him.
“Hello.” He said, and Albus noticed the boy had an accent. German, maybe Romanian.
“Hello.” Albus replied, slightly annoyed that his question had gone by ignored. “You must be new around here.” He said. It was rather easy to keep track of the comings and goings of Godrics Hallow, boring little place that it was. “I’m Albus Dumbledore. Why were you in that tree?”
“Ah, the eldest Dumbldore.” The boy said, whistling a little at the end for emphasis. “My Aunt has told me much of you. I’m Gellert. Gellert Grindelwald” He said with a little bow, his wavy blond hair falling dramatically into his face. “And no. I’m from the Continent.” He righted himself again. “And I like trees. You can see for miles up there.”
“Yes, well I’m sure that’s lovely.” Albus said quickly.
“Do you not like trees Albus?” He asked. Albus didn’t like this boy calling him by his first name, it didn’t seem polite.
“I like trees as much as the next fellow. But I don’t go climbing in them. That’s childish. Besides, there’s nothing worth looking at near here anyway. It’s just farms for miles and miles.” Albus replied.
“Childish?” Gellert laughed. It was a clear, ringing, honest laugh. “Not really. You went to Hogwarts right?” He said, switching subjects.
“Yes. Graduated top of my class.” He said.
“Impressive. I was top in my class before I got expelled from Dumstrang.” He bragged.
“You got expelled? Why?” Albus asked; he couldn’t imagine getting kicked out of school.
“No reason really.” He smiled, and Albus dropped it. “I have better things to do anyway.”
“Like?” Albus asked skeptically.
“Save the world.” Albus could tell he meant it.
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They were sitting by a stream, talking animatedly. Albus laughed in disbelief. “Gellert, it’s just a fairy tale!”
“For someone so bright, you really are rather near sighted, and I don’t just mean that you really need those silly glasses you wear.” Gellert said, leaning back into the soft grass. “It’s far more than a fairy tale, Albus. Its real.”
“Prove it.” Albus said, giving him a look of mocking. He’d only known Gellert for a week or two, but he knew a few things; Gellert liked to joke, he liked to sleep, and he liked to talk. He had amazing ideas, half of which Albus thought might possibly be a joke after all. While also confusing and complex, full of energy and motion and mocking.
“Proof?” Gellert smirked. “Take the Elder Wand. Albus there are documents. All through History, you can trace the Elder Wand, the Death Stick. It exists. All the matter is to look.”
“It would be amazing if it were true.” Albus smiled at him. “You really think it is?”
“I do.” Gellert said, the fire burning in his pupils. Albus thought about it. “You know Albus...” He said after a second or two. “You have such pretty hair.”
Albus started to laugh. “Gellert, you sound like a pouf.”
Gellert laughed as well, sitting up to face him. “Do I? Because you look like one.” said, leaning forward with a whisper. Albus found himself blushing.
“Gellert you--” He started.
“Hush.” Gellert said, placing a finger on Albus’ lips. “Albus, I know you think the Hallows is Madness, and I am mad. But it’s not. It’s real. If you believe me, we could find them together. We could do anything then. We could really save the world, side by side. Dumbledore and Grindelwald.” The fire in his eyes burned brightly, and Albus found himself believing every word.
“Together.” Albus said, tipping his head back a little, away from Gellert’s touch.
“Together.” And Gellert kissed him. He tasted like honey. Together.
—
There were many things Albus found endearing about the other boy. The way he laughed so honestly sent shivers down his spine. His wild ideas and the intensity, with which he believed in them, took his breath away. He was nothing like poor little Elphias, who stumbled over his words and was simply just a little dull. Gellert was from the Continent, Gellert believed in amazing things, Gellert could reason anything, and Gellert was impulsive.
Gellert also snored slightly and mumbled in his sleep. But even that was rather endearing.
Gellert shifted in bed, one arm haphazardly thrown over the side. Albus looked over at him from his perch on the side of the bed as he pulled his shirt on. Gellert was mumbling something that was either “hallows” and “immortal” or “bananas are out of season”, it was hard to tell.
Albus ran one of his hands through Gellert’s wavy blond hair slowly and stood up. Careful to avoid stepping on their books and papers, he tip toed out of his room and went down stairs.
Aberforth was glaring at him over a glass of orange juice. Ariana was standing on a chair behind him, braiding his hair happily as she hummed a little song to herself. Albus smiled at her and nodded towards his brother. “Good morning.”
“That bloke slept over last night.” Aberforth said darkly. Albus knew his younger brother didn’t approve of Gellert. But then Aberforth hadn’t approved of anything for a long time now. He was just a simple angry wild child.
“Yes.” He replied, and began making a bowl of porridge. Aberforth slipped into a sullen silence as their sister continued to braid his hair, apparently unsure of what to say to that. When the porridge was done, Albus scooped it into two bowls and went back upstairs without a word.
“Wake up Gellert.” Albus said softly, placing the steaming breakfast on his cluttered desk and shaking the other boy. “It’s morning.” Gellert rolled over sleepily, his mouth open slightly. Albus had to suppress a laugh. “Gellert. Wake up.”
His eyes fluttered open, as he licked his lips a few times. “Hm?” He said, sitting up with a yawn. “Albus? What time?” He mumbled.
“Time to eat.” Albus smiled and put the bowl in his lap. Gellert nodded vaguely, spooning the porridge into his mouth. Albus smiled and ate his own breakfast, both sitting in Albus’ bed as the morning sun streamed over them both. Everything was perfect.
—
“No.” Albus moaned, falling to his knees. “No...” This couldn’t be happening. Not this, not now. Their mother’s careful work, all her patience. All for nothing. Not this.
Aberforth was sobbing, shaking the body desperately. He kept screaming her name over and over again, tears running down his face. It didn’t matter that he himself was hurt, that blood was running down the side of his face. He was in a panic, clutching the body of his sister as he tried to rouse her from death.
“No.” Albus’ chin quivered. How had this happened? He looked up desperately. Gellert was standing there, his eyes wide, mouth pressed into a thin line. Gellert looked him straight in the eyes and extended his hand.
“Albus. Dear Albus, come here.” He said no emotion in his voice. It sounded surreal, this simple calm request while his brother sobbed violently a few meters away.
“W...what?” He stuttered, still kneeling on the ground.
“Come.” He said again, his hand extended to him. “We must leave now.”
“L-leave?” He stuttered, looking at Gellert as though he were mad. “My sister is...Ariana is....I can’t just leave.”
“Yes, you can.” He said. “I must go. Come with me. There is nothing more for you here.”
Albus looked away from him, turning his gaze to his little brother. Aberforth had given up on shaking his sister’s body and just clutched her, combing her hair as he cried. Albus noticed the small little braids in his hair. He looked back at Gellert. “I...I can’t.”
“I’m sorry Albus.” Gellert said as he closed his eyes. “If you need me, you will be able to find me. But I can not stay.” He said, turned on his heel and began to walk out of the house.
“You’re just going to leave! Now?” Albus said, not believing this. “You...you can’t! My sister. Please...Gellert...”
“I’m sorry Albus.” And he was gone with an empty snap. Albus didn’t see him again for a very long time.
—
He fell to his knees, half covered in blood. His wand rolled out of his hand, clattering over the rough stones. His wavy blond hair was matted to his fore head, and he looked at Albus as though stunned. “You win.” He said in a surreal detached voice.
Albus nodded. The squad of Aurors that had been waiting rushed upon him, pulling Grindelwald’s wrists behind his back and snapping them into Troll Made Handcuffs.
“The wand is yours Albus.” His voice sounded empty. He had lost.
“The wand?” Albus looked over at it.
“Yes. THE Wand.” And he smiled and empty smile. “I told you it was real.” One of the Aurors, and over zealous young man named Alastor, shoved Gellert’s head down as the squad led the man away.
Albus picked up the wand and rolled it over his palm. “Gellert.” He whispered. “Did you ever regret? Do you regret what you’ve done?”
Gellert barely replied. “Not yet. Good bye Albus. Come visit some time, ok?”
But Albus didn’t think he’d be able to bare it.
—
“I can’t believe it.” One of the guards was saying to the other. “I tell you, things are getting totally mental over there in England.”
“I agree mate. But who’d have thought? I always thought he’d live forever.”
Grindelwald was lying on his bed, staring out the window, watching the clouds. He wondered vaguely what the guards were talking about. He sat up slowly. “What’s happened?” He called through the door.
The Guards looked at each other, not sure how their prisoner would take the news. They assumed he had been asleep. “Well...” The first one said. “They think it’s the Dark Lord. He’s back.”
Gellert scoffed a laugh. “I was a greater Dark Lord than any new pip squeak.” He said, though he didn’t sound very proud of himself for it. “Who died? You said some one died.”
Reluctantly the guard told him. “Albus Dumbledore”
Gellert stared at the door. He lay back down slowly. “Oh.” He whispered, and held back a heaving sigh “Oh. Good bye Albus. I regret now. Good bye.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:09 am
I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry...
Haha!, I'm not crying!
Anyway, the story was astounding. I love the feel of the emotions flowing through every page break. Gellert and Albus are really fascinating as partners.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:28 am
Oh, could someone explain to me what Dumbledore meant by 'If he ever regret?'... I can't understand it... gonk
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:46 am
keichaos Oh, could someone explain to me what Dumbledore meant by 'If he ever regret?'... I can't understand it... gonk I'm assuming you mean when he asks Gellert if he ever regretted what he had done. Which was, well, a few things. Mainly Albus wanted to know if Gellert regretted killing all the people that he killed trying to take over the world, but in some ways he was also talking about how things ended with them, and his sister.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:57 pm
[Ren The Ryoko] keichaos Oh, could someone explain to me what Dumbledore meant by 'If he ever regret?'... I can't understand it... gonk I'm assuming you mean when he asks Gellert if he ever regretted what he had done. Which was, well, a few things. Mainly Albus wanted to know if Gellert regretted killing all the people that he killed trying to take over the world, but in some ways he was also talking about how things ended with them, and his sister. Oh, thanks for the explanation... And if I may ask again, what does that mean when Gellert heard the D was already dead and then he says something like he does now (Regret)?
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:58 am
keichaos [Ren The Ryoko] keichaos Oh, could someone explain to me what Dumbledore meant by 'If he ever regret?'... I can't understand it... gonk I'm assuming you mean when he asks Gellert if he ever regretted what he had done. Which was, well, a few things. Mainly Albus wanted to know if Gellert regretted killing all the people that he killed trying to take over the world, but in some ways he was also talking about how things ended with them, and his sister. Oh, thanks for the explanation... And if I may ask again, what does that mean when Gellert heard the D was already dead and then he says something like he does now (Regret)? A little of all of the above, I suppose. He regretted everything that happened to separate him and Albus.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 10:29 pm
[Ren The Ryoko] keichaos [Ren The Ryoko] keichaos Oh, could someone explain to me what Dumbledore meant by 'If he ever regret?'... I can't understand it... gonk I'm assuming you mean when he asks Gellert if he ever regretted what he had done. Which was, well, a few things. Mainly Albus wanted to know if Gellert regretted killing all the people that he killed trying to take over the world, but in some ways he was also talking about how things ended with them, and his sister. Oh, thanks for the explanation... And if I may ask again, what does that mean when Gellert heard the D was already dead and then he says something like he does now (Regret)? A little of all of the above, I suppose. He regretted everything that happened to separate him and Albus. Oh, thank you for explaining, kupo! Now... it seems to make sense! blaugh
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:03 pm
Aw the end ing was so sad (Reluctantly the guard told him. “Albus Dumbledore"
Gellert stared at the door. He lay back down slowly. “Oh.” He whispered, and held back a heaving sigh “Oh. Good bye Albus. I regret now. Good bye.” ) WAH so sad I feel in a way sorry for Gellert even though he is just a character
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:51 pm
Oh I loved that... Really, really loved the last line... So sweet.... *sniffle*
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