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by Julia (youokayhoney)
at August 26th, 2007 (04:56 pm)

Title: Lover
Author/Artist: Julia (youokayhoney/demon_dear)
Rating: PG. Because Gellert is flat-out insane, I swear.
Pairing or Character(s): Gellert Grindelwald; not-by-name mentions of Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle; implied previous AD/GG
Disclaimer: hahahahaha yes of course I am JKR. :P
Warnings: ....um. none that I can think of.
Author's Note: I really don't know where this came from. Gellert just popped up in my head last night and started talking to Albus. It was really really weird. Like this story.



I watch you coming closer, and I can’t keep myself from staring. I can’t decide whether you’ve changed completely or not at all- you’ve grown a beard (it looks rather strange on you, lover) and your hair is even longer than it was when we were young.

Besides that, though, from what I can see you don’t look like you’ve aged a day. But you get closer still, and I see the lines on your face and I can tell that your eyes are tired, like an old man’s. You’re not old yet, lover, you shouldn’t look it. I suppose that may be my fault, though.

Really... this is not your affair. You should have stayed in England, where you were safe, and not let your nobility run away with you. I know you fear me- whether it is because of what I know or what you feel is the part I do not know. Does it matter? You were staying in England, and I was staying on the Continent, and I think you know why I stayed away from you, lover. It was not because I was scared that you could defeat me (if anyone ever does, I hope it is you. there is no one else in the world that I would allow to take the Elder Wand. I’d see it snapped first).

But.... ah, there you are. Do you want to know a secret? I hope you use Legilimency when we duel. Because then you will see why I haven’t been back to England. Not once, lover, not once since I left you.


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I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I don’t remember how long ago it was when you left me here to die in my own prison, lover. But I don’t think I’ll be here much longer.

I heard about it, you know, when you died. But that’s not really why I think I’ll die soon. I’ve lived without you for years and years now (eighty between when I left you and when I came here! can you believe it, lover? and then so, so many after that), so knowing you’re that much further away doesn’t hurt as much as I may have once thought.

No, I am simply old now. And old men do die. It wouldn’t be like this if I hadn’t been such a bloody fool when we were young, would it? We might be sitting together instead, talking and laughing just as we would have been doing for so very many years. But I ruined that long ago, and that course is lost forever.

I must look a fright now, lover, because most of my teeth are gone (and here I was thinking that only Muggles would ever have to experience indignities like that!) and my hair... well, I don’t remember the last time I was able to clean it. I won’t think about it long, though. Much better to remember when we were young and beautiful and the most powerful beings in our little world, yes?

Someone is here, lover. It might be that boy I heard of, years ago, the one they say has come back, the one that you told them about (they didn’t believe you, but I did, and I wondered if he would come here, hoped he would). Some excitement at last, for the first time since our duel. I’ve been dying for something to do (will I die for this, now? do I care? I never feared death, not like he does) all these years, and here it is now.

Yes, it is him. Good. Beautiful. I’m lying to him, lover. Because I know you have it (had it), and the way you were when I last saw you (so bravebeautifulnoble that you might as well have glowed) you would never want the Wand to have another master, not again, not him.

I’m lying, and he’s going to kill me, I know it, but death is nothing, he is nothing. We were everything, lover, and he has no clue about anything we learned, not the Hallows and certainly not love, and those are really the only things that have mattered to me since that almost-perfect summer. But did you know that? Probably not. I won’t let him get the Wand, lover, I won’t let him get it, I won’t-


Crossposted to my fic journal, demon_dear and grindeldore