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In the following years worked harder than ever to your mission. Had you heard that Gregorovitch had the Elder Wand, and there were. Stole it promptly and swiftly, with all the youth still had. Already

wand, I did with the power, started the conquest and subjugation, and nobody, absolutely nobody could stop time. You were invincible and did not fear anything. Then ran a rumor that you were immortal. Were years of glory, power and horror, sheer horror.

Sometimes in the evenings, while havingas tea, keeping those odious English customs, Albus thought about, they already know what you were getting. In what had to think of it.

Albus could hear more than anything in the newspapers, things like Ariana's funeral, or now, many years later, was a professor at Hogwarts. And especially about the great magician who was becoming, earning the respect of all, respecting the Muggles, and defending their rights.

He had betrayed its principles.

I was angry at first, because you believed that all those evenings had meant something, he wouldunderstood. Waited a while to join you, to thee, I waited until I realized that I would not, and then tried to make the idea (though he never achieved).

elder wand made you invincible, and that's what gave you the belief that it would prevail. He hoped that someday succeed if veníaa claim you something, if you ever stop veníaa. Your reign crecíaa

all times, your allies were powerful, and your torture to muggles, painful and effective. You've achieved everything you hoped in the beginning, and yet you feel emptyIo.

The situation had imagined all those years ago, you and Albus in command of a new world, all for the greater good, was broken. Were alone, Gellert, and nothing you could do about it. The Greater Good was now just a slogan, with nothing to back him. It was the Greater Good, but with a special taste to slavery muggle.

So when the rumors that your meeting vendríaa Albus became increasingly intense, felt awe and joy at the same time. Hope, stubborn and tiny, that Albus join you, still remained.

And when you hear the influence of the Ministry, andnews that you would fight to stop the attacks, that little hope died. Albus volveríay no longer the dream that once had housed the two leading the new world had finally hit bottom.

I waited, of course, to address it. It took several months of extreme stress, the rumors have changed, said they do not attack because he empathized with your ideals, because he was afraid, because I wanted to join you once you become more powerful.

But by then, the hope was dead. We await your arrival, attentive, full resolution. Came when proceies to attack England, crossing the Channel.

The story goes that then had a match where he beat you and then take a Nurmengard. Directly, on orders from the Ministry of lock you up.

The Prophet, English, French, Russian, all, all echoed the story.

The reality was the same, with some changes did not affect the main plot.

They had a duel, yes, and he won, keeping the elder wand. But during the match came the words, the claims, all those things that nobody heard, and that both needed to bring to light.

You used to be a fighter silent, concentrated, this would be the first game of your life, and the last, that cry out again and again to your opponent, the fight would be both emotionally Spell.

- You left without saying a word.

- betrayed our ideals.

- you become a monster.

Cry after cry, between spells whose colors gleamed in the night, were lost in the sound of the wind. Witnesses only saw, above the din caused by the spells, their faces, crowded, concentrated in battle.

Nobody heard anything.

Perhaps his words were more spells as you destroyed. Because their power was very even, or at least, that want to believe. Was the knowledge that the betrayal had been mutual, the two had betrayed. Was the knowledge that he felt just like you. Albus

When you finally disarmed, both lying on the floor, he over you; whispered, already defeated, defeated, as if nothing really matters:

- abandoned me.

Were making things more difficult than they already were, and knew. Know that Albus had a conscience and that annoyingly straight more still felt something for you (which is doubted, given how deeply he had betrayed, who had betrayed him) entregaríaa you justice, to the Ministry. It was an attempt to convince him to switch to your side, not a malicious strategy to exchange places and restart the match, it was certain that once again, as so often in your life, you could not do anything to stop what would happen.

Albus froze. Perhaps it was the tone of your voice, so defeated, causing it to stop short.

His blue eyes insistently crossed yours, before leaning in and touching your lips to his suavement.

was a farewell for which you were not ready.

kiss was sadder than I had ever given, full of anger, sadness and affection. And they correspond, because the feelings were the same even nesting in your chest. The night had fallen and visibility was minimal, but that did not matter. No one saw, no one witnessed. It was not a magical history.

For a second, very short and tiny, imagine that nothing had really happened, that everything was equal. It was a short-lived illusion.

that Albus was pulled away, breathing hard and holding your wristcas with force, seeming to doubt now that his mask had been broken up by himself. His eyes were full of mixed feelings and knew at that moment, as if you had pressed a little, would have been to let you go.

But you did not. Yet you explain. Maybe you never explain it.

After a few minutes long and tense, Albus called a incarcerous.

That same night I took Nurmengard, and the next day morning headlines screamed the defeat of the Great Dark Wizard Grindelwald. Albus was raised on the pedestal of the hero and villain you left off as another defeat in the history.

Nobody mentioned anything about the friendship that had ever held, no one knew. Were the dark secret of the magical past of the new hero, then thought wryly, nothing but a stain on his impeccable record as a hero.

In your cell in prison had built yourself, do not be left nothing but memories and your own thoughts.

Albus had always been a mystery to you, no matter how much you got to know him.

Now, in a cell, alone, were no closer to unraveling the mystery of his person.

That night you had nightmares. Nightmares crumbling castles. †



If life were fair and simple, the story would have ended there. And it would have been a worthy end, because you've never done anything to deserve a happy and cheerful next to someone. But life likes to play with people. It is twisted and full of tricks and card sleeve.

Nurmengard The first month was slow and horrible. There were no Dementors, guards only humans, but there were times you would have preferred a Dementors, insensible beings, who would not have made a difference when you fill thema of despair.

One of the guards had Muggle family, your people (you) you had annihilated. His anger was perpetual, and the hardships they suffered because of it, terrible.

There were weeks in which neither ate nor drank anything and days you were tortured. Was the punishment they faced, and promised one day make them pay more than what you suffered then. Someday.

This happened a year. A year full of hardships, memories and loneliness. Summer, winter, spring and autumn Pasandor without your synths in that cell of stone and mortar. Occasionally I learn things from the outside by the guards, not that tell you anything, but they were loud enough that you found.

And one day, any day of any season, you said you had a visit.

-Grindelwald, someone came to you.

not imagine who could visit you and the few relatives who had died or were you wanted nothing to do with you. So I was surprised by the announcement and you joined, sitting against the wall. Nothing you would

prepared for the hearing of the person you cross the door at that time. Nothing, absolutely nothing. And it's not every day you get views of the person that got into the dungeon, right?

Albus looked much older now, gray hair across his hair. They were no longer young, had grown and left behind those days of youth and dream big and full of hope. The reason why I visit now, that seemed very distant past, was beyond your understanding.

-Albus.

-Gellert.

Ah, how cruel is life. I stayed

Albus ó you up and you raised your head, their eyes met, and you could see in his eyes that he did not know why he had come. He had been an impulsive movement, perhaps, those that Albus had been left in the past as had been growing, as was no longer a teenager and took the responsibility of the Wizarding world gave . But that did not know, had not been there.

contained a sigh that would have been completely out of place and you decide to talk.

"I heard that now you're Director of Hogwarts. Albus seemed

SORPsurrender to your words and you rolled you eyes. I hurt all over, and you were not going to bother to get up and give it a campion for thinking that you do not know it.

"Yes, I am.

You never would have imagined running a bunch of kids. There

going, avoiding all conversation should be had, you were afraid to talk seriously, to put things on the table and talk, afraid to find out who killed Ariana really, fear that it knew that it was not worth at all, you do not regret anything lor you had done, they still wanted.

not be you who take out this issue because too feared the truth.

Albus frowned a bit, perhaps thinking the same thing. Seemed to hesitate before going down to your height and hesitated a moment before setting their eyes on yours and ask:

- Why not run away that night? After that ... kiss you, why do not you attack me and run away?

seemed genuinely disturbed by the way you act. As if he had asked again and again whyhad not fled. He was not alone, certainly. I had asked for all that you did not have a convincing answer, no convincing, the only question for which you had no response at all.

you ever considered a long time, and had flown logical answers: because Albus and I had won, it would have been something disgraceful, low, not wanting to ruin his life Albus for letting go, etc.. But none of these was the answer, you've made things much less honorable for prices much lower than your freedom, and never minded so much had someone to sI know, and Albus was stunned at the door. Your voice sounded pathetic to your own ears, weak and vulnerable, full of confusion, all the feelings that caused you not knowing the reason of your own act. Not wanting to accept the reason for your action.

You could have beaten against something silly and sentimental that I had been a sentence of three words. Only you could do that, sure.

Albus turned.
spells
"Probably I was mistaken, he adds, trying to sound more Sundaysio yourself and failing completely. Something you've always hated Albus was his ability to know when lying. This was one of those times when you just know he did not believe a word of what they were saying. Albus

I smiled very slightly and then a guard knocked on the door loudly.

- All right?

There was no way to express how wrong was that blow. It was unspeakable. The spell was broken completely.

"Yes, of course, since I retired.

When he retired, a few minutes later, your thoughts werea mile a minute, and confusion had wrapped your soul in a terrible way.

The mystery of Albus Dumbledore was increasingly confusing no matter how many times you tried to decipher it. That visit, out of nowhere, to ask something as meaningless as your reasons, you gave hope when there was any. What could I do, what querríahacer? "Nurmengard rescue of so run away together and live the dream of two lovers fleeing from justice?

No, because Albus would never do that, it was not so stupid. Your hopes were futile.

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visits did not end there. Once each month, about the last few weeks, Albus would visit you and inane babble about things until they finally retire.

The visit lasted less than two hours and never failed to leave a sense of loss, even though you could not lose something you did not have.

long years passed.

What remained of hope died. But it should never be born. †




That year Albus had failed each and every one of the visits. The rumors came, indeed, and knew that Lord Voldemort, your successor, was rising again, you also know that Harry Potter was at Hogwarts and much more, but that he had never altered the views of Albus as now.

The months had passed in a blur of hot days and nights of nightmares, nothing new, nothing to relieve the pain.

So when Albus finally arrived, the smile on your lips was weak. Both were already old, and age had left its mark strongly. Your knees would never be what they were, and how it looked Albus left hand, she did not.

-Gellert.

& mdash, Old friend, how have you addressed these months? "Busy with Hogwarts?

were not upset that I had not gone all these months, it hurt a little, but it was vain if you saw something that had never been obliged to go.

"I will die, Gellert.

The news was totally unexpected, and perhaps why we did not get to say anything at the moment. Albus sighed and sat on the bed of the cell and you remain standing, watching him.

- When did you know? "He muttered, before sitting down slowly at his side. Albus s

and leaned lightly on your shoulder before answering, something crestfallen:

-Beginning of year.

settle, taking his left hand in yours.

- A curse? Trying to beat another dark wizard?

Albus nodded, a smile hovering on his lips by the irony of your words. You'd also been a dark magician to beat.

It was the resurrection stone, Gellert, set in a ring. I completely forgot I was a Horrcrux.

The resurrection stone. So many dreams of youth gone, it was a relief to knowr you were not the only one who had kept that dream alive until recently.

-You said you were Order of Merlin first class, right?

Albus laughed shortly before your comment.

"Another relic. Two relics, Gellert. And anyway I'm going to die.

- How many months are you?

did not know why you needed to know that. Maybe it was prepared for this, to know when you will stop him.

-Dos. Three at most.

The embrace was not something planned. It was a maneuver, and was abouts the nineties, and not think of tactics to seduce. It was a farewell, as one kiss that you had stolen Albus in the battlefield so many years ago, before taking you to Nurëmgard.

But unlike then, this was a mutual parting, a farewell for which so much time together as they had been separated, had prepared.

- Will you return?

Albus settled his glasses slightly, eyes bright behind them.

"I think not. There are some details which can not be random. I'll be pretty busy.

and Albus was worthl orchestrating his death. Getting to decide what to do with his own death and how to put on stage, you would not have had the coolness needed to do and you know. Sighed, knowing that even if they thought vanquished enemies, Albus would only be defeated when he decides.

- So this is the last time.

Albus nodded slightly, rising from the bed and looking into your eyes.

- In this life, old friend, in this life. †



Albus died two months and had an emotional funeral, or at least that cromote the guards.

His hour had come at the time the expected and had orchestrated so that was a step in its plan to save the world Harry Potter Magic.

When the time came to you I was not even remotely planned. Was unexpected, to say the least. The death of the guards, holding and then the sound of the door to be opened violently.

ever, Albus told you knew Legirimencia Lord Voldemort, and perhaps because of that you tried to think of nothing when the magic's most wanted terrorist entered the habitació century n.

Its aim was clear:information about the Elder Wand. Its also means, unfortunately, torture and legirimencia.

would have liked to remain in a state of absence and not find out anything or feel anything, however cadacrucio convened by Lord Voldemort reached your nerves and made you feel a sharper pain than anything I'd experienced before .

suffered.

And curiously resisted with every ounce of your will, that comes to mind not the casket that Miles, the night watchman, had described in full detail to Howard, his partner.

You may have had a painless death, under; As a maldicióny already, or think just by saying the current location of the wand, as Albus had told you in one of his lectures.

But you had to discover at that moment, with Lord Voldemort torturing that Albus was probably the person he had trusted most, if not the only and unfortunately, also the person to the one you'd failed. You could have continued to evade the truth obstinacy so characteristic of you, but you were old, had matured and your death was so close I could almost touch it. Albus Du

mbledore was the only person who had loved.

When you lose consciousness, you think of the coffin, and you know that although you've worked so hard, now Lord Voldemort knows the location of the wand, and you know, therefore, you have failed once again . That for the umpteenth time in your life, things could have gone without avoiding them.

would have wanted to avoid desecrating the grave of Albus, but failed.

For the last time.