HP Thirty-Five Owls

Your Excellency, Chief of the Wizarding Association, I have of course heard of this special accolade—

Are you talking about the rest of our lives?Did you mean forever?So we got married through owls, so what then?Am I chained forever to your bumbling pious proclamations like lichen on the wall?Those orange blobs became especially spectacular, and some green, like scales, like tiny leaves.They grow at an unimaginably slow rate.My whole life has been in an ice age for over ten years, hasn't it?I spent more than ten years in a small room, I thought I would go crazy, maybe I was already crazy.

headmaster.Nonsense.Not as good as pigs and dogs.look at you.Look at you, the great Albus Dumbledore.President of the International Federation of Magic, shrug your shoulders with your new year's ale, because you had sex with a German boy decades ago and couldn't fall in love with anyone else, or anything else What nonsense - and you're still blaming me for her death, aren't you Albus?It was an accident, you drunk idiot.I didn't do that, I swear, I just ran away in fear—

Look at me again, Gellert Grindelwald.There was a time when every wizarding child in Europe would either cheer or cringe at the name; there was a time when I could cast a spell that would strip all the leaves from a tree thirty feet with just the wind - there was a time when I almost could Build, really build a new world order, I can bring about a bright, new future, and I'll do it for you and me, for us - and here I am, slowly rotting, too Too lonely to care what a sissy old british bastard thinks of me.You must have enjoyed the thought - yeah, I might be haunted by the screams of my victims?I lay there, unable to sleep, tossing and turning, haunted by the ghost of my past, does this fit into your plan of what everything should look like?Is that what you think, Albus?Little Ariana stopped you from continuing to catch me for years, didn't it?

News, you say news, Dumbledore?Do you want to know the news from this dungeon you cast me in?You haven't heard from me for four years - the magic on my watch is working fine, thank you, I know exactly how long - and then just come to brag about you being the Headmaster. [an illegible black ink blot]

Your confusion is sweet, really.You really can't understand why I'm mad at you, can you?Because you are kind, because you come close to me with great friendship, so I shouldn't really be unhappy, can I be unhappy now?I'm just sulking again, right?

Gertrude is a crazy bitch.What are you trying to teach me through this?What game am I playing with you again?We've ended a game where you spend every day with me, give me your body and mind, and then accuse me of an accident, betray me, and leave me alone to do our thing Work.And then next, you walked my way with me, shared my plans, searched for the Hallows with me, and spoke those heartfelt words to me that made me forge my philosophy.Then, at your leisure, when you've seen enough of it, you wander from England in the name of truth and justice, and throw me out of the sky.

You forged me, Dumbledore, you forged me to be like this, and then let me go out into the world.And I think your brother would agree that you have a habit of ignoring uncomfortable truths.

But enough about you, let's talk about me, your disturbed and broken pet Dark Lord, your disgraceful guinea pig.Who ever spit sweet spells around you and smiled when you begged him to fuck you?And I'm curious, who knows all this?Is this one of those things you have to hide forever?Poor Albus.

Yeah, we're going in circles.Now I'm turning around and laughing at you again, until I can barely breathe with rage.

I have a new pen pal, Professor Dumbledore.Would you be proud of it?Don't ever think you're the only one I correspond with - God knows, if you were, I would have smashed my head against the wall a few years ago.Sometimes it's lovely to talk to someone who isn't prejudiced against you for being a poor, ambitious but abandoned Dark wizard.It was an English boy, very smart, a little stiff, with a silly fake name - who owled me out of the blue a few years ago to talk about something professional.Like you would say.Great ideas, but absolutely no sense of humor.When I mentioned that I knew you, he looked a bit taken aback.

I told him you're an exploiter and a hypocrite to keep him away from you.Of course, he has already been frightened by you, and you may have paid attention to him.Of course, he's a dangerous lad, and how can you have a Dark Lord in your hands?He's not your pug.

I'm really not sure how forgiving you are, Albus Dumbledore.And, Gertrude is a crazy bitch.

Getler Grindelwald

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Well, I want to know who gave you your watch~