HP: Embrace the Darkness

On the dim tower, two people faced each other.

Dumbledore couldn't bear it, but he still looked at Snape opposite him pleadingly.

"please."

The old voice was pleading, and Snape couldn't refuse.

He used Occlumency to forcefully suppress the emotions in his heart, his eyes were empty and his expression was obscure.

Then he waved his wand.

"Avada Kedavra."

The voice is low and hoarse, and if you listen carefully, you can find an imperceptible tremor in the tail.

Facing the fatal death curse, Dumbledore was very calm. He did not avoid it. He just stood there and took the death curse.

Green light flashed, and the powerful impact of the curse instantly knocked him away.

Severe pain struck, and Dumbledore fell back weakly, falling from the tower like a rag doll.

It's amazing, Dumbledore thought, that the Death Curse didn't kill him right away.

Even during the fall, he still had the strength to turn his head and look at Harry's expression.

Seeing the dull look on Harry's face, Dumbledore blinked hard.

I'm really sorry, kid.

The fall became faster and faster, and soon Dumbledore could no longer see Harry.

Getting closer and closer to the ground.

At the moment he was about to land, Dumbledore used his last strength to look into the distance.

Garrett.

He muttered and fell heavily to the ground, losing his breath.

Nurmengard at the same time.

The white-haired old man sat back on his chair and raised his hand to cover his heart in confusion, wondering why it hurt so much.

Cold tears dripped down the back of his hand, and the cold touch woke Grindelwald, and then he suddenly realized that he was crying.

Something happened to Albus.

He was convinced and immediately refuted himself.

Impossible, Albus is so powerful, how is it possible?

As if trying to convince himself, he stood up and walked to the study.

In the study.

Grindelwald unfolded a piece of letter paper, picked up a pen and started writing on the letter paper seriously.

He wrote very seriously and carefully.

Stroke by stroke, he wrote down the regrets and love he had not spoken out over the years.

After writing, fold it solemnly and send it out with an owl.

The owl flew away, but Grindelwald did not leave the study. Instead, he silently watched the direction in which the owl flew away and waited quietly.

All day and night, he sat motionless in the study, breathing so lightly that it seemed like he didn't exist.

When the sky first appeared, the owl flew in on the rising sun and landed on the desk.

Grindelwald stared at the intact letter and the extra letter on the owl's talons.

It's already clear in my heart.

After a long while, he slowly reached out and took the extra letter.

Opening the envelope, there was only one sentence inside.

"Letter returned, recipient Albus Dumbledore deceased."

After hearing the news, Grindelwald didn't react much, and his attitude was as calm as if nothing happened.

He calmly put down the letter in his hand, stood up calmly, and left the study calmly.

Grindelwald knew Dumbledore well, and he understood almost instantly what his Albus wanted to do.

He returned to the bedroom, carefully picked out his clothes, and took care of himself.

They were finally going to meet again, and he had to dress nicer.

Grindelwald took a long time to choose, but finally chose the same clothes he was wearing when they first met.

In this way, we can get to know each other again, Grindelwald thought with a little pleasure.

After changing his clothes, Grindelwald sat back down to where he started, looking quietly at the sky outside the window, as if waiting for something.

Maybe it was because sitting was too boring, or maybe it was because of the letter he received today, which made him think back to that summer involuntarily.

That summer was the most unforgettable summer in his life.

Unforgettable Obviously that summer only lasted for two months, but the memories of these two months are still vivid in my mind.

It was so unforgettable that he recalled the memories over and over again over the years.

That summer has passed for a long time.

How long has it been since we last met? Albus.

ten years? Twenty years?

No, it was a full fifty-two years, most of his life.

Grindelwald thought in a daze.

At this time, the castle's protective magic was destroyed, and a figure walked in.

Grindelwald came back to his senses and looked at the person calmly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

But it doesn't matter, Albus, we will meet soon, and we will be together forever.

The first thing Voldemort saw after breaking into Nurmengard was the thin old man in front of him.

The thin body looked strange in ill-fitting clothes.

"Grindelwald?"

Voldemort looked up and down at the old man in front of him, and seemed dissatisfied that the wizard who was as famous as Dumbledore was in such a miserable state.

"It's me, you're finally here." Grindelwald said calmly.

"You know I will come back, then you must know the answer I want to know." Voldemort said.

Grindelwald laughed mockingly.

"Your trip will be meaningless because I never had it."

Voldemort was not satisfied with this answer. He raised his wand and threatened Grindelwald.

"Tell me or I'll kill you."

Grindelwald said expectantly but disdainfully:

"Kill me, Voldemort, I'll be glad to die!"

"But my death won't bring you anything, you just don't understand."

Seeing that Voldemort still didn't take action, Grindelwald continued to taunt.

"Kill me, you won't win, you can't win, the Elder Wand will never belong to you, hahahahahaha"

Grindelwald's rampant provocation once again angered Voldemort, and with the summons of the Dark Mark, he completely exploded.

The green light hit Grindelwald's thin body and knocked him away.

Death was coming, but the corners of Grindelwald's mouth curled up.

Albus, here I come.

Those struck by Avada's Kedavra have no souls.

But Grindelwald clearly felt that the familiar boy was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile and waving to him, like a call from the God of Death.

Grindelwald's face gradually began to look younger, and younger and younger, and did not stop until he was no different from a teenager.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand to hold the other person's hand, and the two of them intertwined their fingers and smiled at each other.

In the end, the two teenagers left hand in hand.

It's great that we can finally hold each other's hands, no longer be at odds, and run towards a future with each other.

The roses of Godric's Hollow are blooming again, and Nurmengard is finally waiting for a midsummer.

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My love and I both died in the tower.

Albus Dumbledore

He became famous for defeating Grindelwald in 1945 and died in the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower in 1997.

Gellert Grindelwald

He was defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned in Nurmengard in 1945. He died in Nurmengard Tower in 1998.

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This was a prophecy made before Asseth appeared.

Private: When Dumbledore died, Grindelwald sensed it.

Also, he slightly changed the time of King Ge's death. He definitely didn't want Albus to wait for him too long, and they would meet and fall in love again in the kingdom of death.

There is not much else. This is just to write about the future that Emperor Ge saw before (not counting the serious extras). Now that Asseth has appeared, this prophecy is invalid.

By the way, I'm going to practice my skills. The author really doesn't know how to write about abuse and emotions. Let's see if there are any problems or if you have any suggestions, so that I can improve them.

The love between these two old men is really difficult to write about. They are too sensible. If one of them has a love brain, they may not be able to do it.

However, it is precisely because of their rationality that their repressed love seems so touching, and there is a powerful sense of regret.

Oh, by the way, at the end, because Dumbledore’s name is too long, I omitted the middle name. I feel that it matches ggad well, both three and four characters.