HP Thirty-Five Owls

[The spell is blocked, you must use a drop of Gellert Grindelwald's blood to open it]

Gellert:

Christmas letter after many years.I must admit, I didn't do what you expected.Still undefeated, Voldemort had recently returned from a full recovery after a fierce battle with what he feared, and had begun to gather followers.Horcruxes, my old friend, he has Horcruxes and a bunch of other defenses.And, if you ask me, I'm not lying.I don't know why I won, and I don't know what you want me to say in the end.

I know I said I would never write again.After all these years, I accept your apology, of course.But I can't think of anything else to do, please give me a little patience...

I figured by now you must have heard of Harry Potter.

I send you this letter with the deepest confidence that, as I remember myself writing many years ago, I have no real intimacy.It's strange that after all these years of silence and all the anger, you're still the one I trust the most.Neither the war nor England nor Voldemort had affected that...

Harry Potter has been studying at Hogwarts since five years ago.He's been sorted into Gryffindor house, which I guess won't surprise you either.His grades are about the upper-middle level, his relationship with the teacher is average, and he has a friendship that is as indestructible as a diamond.He was raised in an abusive and indifferent Muggle family and was miserable until he came to Hogwarts and that was my wish as it was necessary to protect him and force him to have a horrible childhood .All his life he was bound by eccentric magic, a wild love of it, and things that Voldemort refused to understand, whose existence you and I could hardly touch.He is ordinary yet extraordinary, which makes it difficult for me to describe him.

What happened to him was too much for a boy so young, and I contributed to many of them, even if indirectly.And—unbeknownst to him, he hadn't even the slightest clue as to the true weight of it all.

His fate is closely intertwined with Voldemort's.Magic doesn't care about logic or reason—

Gellert, I must send him to his death.

I've tried hard not to face this for years.A piece of Voldemort's soul was torn apart when he created the Horcruxes, and when the killing curse was rebounded, that piece of soul was expelled and stuck inside an innocent boy.There is a prophecy, the twin serpents in the seer's smoke.Old, old, primordial magic—

I can't tell him that.How can I?He had to realize on his own—

He's a good boy, Gellert, he's strong, he's brave, he's smart, and he deserves better.He should grow up, fall in love, raise a bunch of kids, and write bad letters too.He should bury the Voldemort thing, step over it and start his own life, without fate, without scars, and without all this absurdity, I would give my life to make things like this, but I can't, never can, because now This is not the case.

I was terrified of you when I realized the magnitude of your plans, the horrors of your rule, and the torture of Muggles.I was angry with you when you ran away from Ariana's body like a common murderer.Yeah, of course, I was so angry.But I never hated you.I never wished the worst thing in the world to happen to you so that you wake up and sleep and eat and breathe without being burned in the everlasting furnace of phoenix fire.I'll throw Voldemort in - no, Tom Riddle, that's his name, everything else is a pretense - I'll throw the man who bound Harry to his destiny People go in, I hate him so much, my hatred for him goes deep into my bones——

Don't cling and live like a gangrene.Whatever you think about it, that's enough of a remorse for me.As a Dark wizard, your relationship with death is surprisingly healthy.

Listen to me, I'm sorry, I wrote this letter to you in despair, and dragged you into the troubles that an old man can't solve. Obviously, we have said before that there is nothing but despair in each other. .But, Gellert, I will kill him, for the greater good.

You said that neither Nurmengard nor I would break you, and perhaps they did.But the Gellert, Tom and Harry thing has crushed me.I think you are stronger than me in the end.

Ah, but there is a silver lining!There was still such a faint glimmer of hope that he might be able to survive.Harry might survive - injured of course, life and death in Muggle parlance, just by being alive.

But sometimes, it hurts more to have hope than to give up.

Ignore me, laugh at me, I send an innocent boy to war, torture and death, because I must do what must be done, because I must not apologize for what must be done.Look at the words written on your door, Gellert, I have always lived in those bloody and cruel words——

It's too ironic that only you can understand what that means.After everything we've done and all the time we've spent hurting each other, only you can, my old friend.

I never knew the right way, and even though I was a pious old bastard, I never knew the way.I just want to help, to do what I think should be right, what I think should be successful.And that's how things end, sending a child to die - everything I've touched, everyone I've ever loved, will turn to dust - and I admit what I am, Gellert, I am monsters—

I—I have to stop.I'm very sorry.

Albus Dumbledore

PS give us each other

[Attachment: a pack of Lemon Sherbet]

The author has something to say:

Albus was exhausted.

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