【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Throat chokes, flesh leaves bone.He was a skeleton, a ghost, a ghost standing in the sun, screaming for deliverance.He thought of those cold eyes, on the battlefield, in the night when the fragrance was floating.

Gellert turned his head to look out the window.The last yellow roses swayed alone in the wind, the sky was blue, and white clouds pressed down on the hills.I don't know someone's child is playing the flute, and the tune is intermittent.The summer of 1899 in Godric's Hollow was drawing to a close.

"Hello," Gellert said, suspecting he hadn't made a sound at all.He dared not look directly at Albus—his red hair, his eyes, the corners of his pursed mouth, standing with his wand up by the Elbe in mid-spring, the broken blood necklace on his chest, the grass and the flowers. his ankle.

He said calmly, "Grindelwald, I don't expect anything from you."

Albus took a step forward, "Gellert."

"Hi," Gellert said, "Hi, yes, fine."

Why is he here?This is Merlin's joke, a prank arrangement, and a punishment for his evil actions in his previous life.He should have gone back to the Continent early in the morning, or to hell, that was where he belonged.

God, there was never that thirty centimeter deviation.

"I want to apologize to you," said Albus, his voice soft and ethereal, "I'm sorry that night I... I was too impatient and misunderstood you."

"No apology," Gellert moved his lips, trying to force a smile, "you don't have to apologize to me, ever."

"It's all a misunderstanding." Bagshot seemed to have noticed the abnormality, and walked out of the kitchen. "Young man, it's normal to make mistakes." She tried her best to raise the frozen atmosphere, "Why don't you shake hands?" She said, taking Gellert's wrist and stuffing his trembling fist into a cold and wet palm.They touched each other, and the chill in that palm was like a fire, igniting Gellert's eyes.He rushed back to the upstairs room without looking back, and closed the door with a bang.Then he hid in a corner like a child, covered his face, and cried silently.

Merlin, what did he do? A hundred years ago, here, this summer, he had met Albus.There are such bright young people in the world, so radiant!He wants to subdue him and make him No.100 believer.He chatted with Albus patiently, echoing his thoughts and opinions.Gradually, he became aware of Albus's thoughts on him - the dodging eyes, the shy corners of his eyes, and the words of attachment.Almost immediately he decided to use this innocent feeling to control this intelligent brain.He succeeded, and the red-haired youth was his priceless prize.Albus loved him so much... that he even offered to swear in blood that they would never hurt each other—just what Gellert Grindelwald needed.

"Now, we are closer than brothers." said the red-haired young man.

"Of course, I saw our future." Gellert whispered, in his most tender voice, "I saw that we succeeded, that wizards no longer hid in the shadows, that non-magical people and wizards lived in harmony...and We, Albus, we are the leaders, and the whole world cheers for our deeds."

This, of course, is a complete lie.Before the summer was over, he fled his partner in a panic, leaving him alone with his family torn apart.He dare not admit his mistake!It has to be emphasized over and over again that their separation is due to Albus's betrayal.Albus betrayed their ideals, just for such a crazy sister.After countless times of brainwashing himself, he actually hated Albus.He wanted to force him out of Hogwarts, using all means, even through his family, the deepest scars in his heart...

Finally, Albus Dumbledore challenges to a duel.

"You killed thousands of innocent people."

"For the greater good."

"That's a lie."

"Even if it's a lie, your part is indispensable." Gellert smiled cruelly. "My original plan is half of your credit. You should also be responsible for the dead ghosts, right?"

Once he thought he had repented.The tallest tower in Nurmengard, facing a stone wall.But today he realized how feeble his original confession was, and it didn't come from the heart.For the first time, he realized his mistake-not a strategic mistake, nor a failure to check.His so-called ideal is wrong!He didn't treat other people as equal beings, not even Albus...

"How could I," Gellert hugged his knees and twitched, "I cast the Unforgivable Curse on his family...I killed his students and sent people to... How could I do this?"

How sad his Albus must have been.

"Merlin, take me away," Gellert prayed, "Let me die and live forever in hell. Cut my body with knives and pour lava into my throat. I will atone for my crimes...I don't need forgiveness .”

He didn't deserve to be forgiven, he didn't deserve to be forgiven by Albus.

Death did not answer the call, and Gellert sat in the sun, slowly lowering his head.

God rejected him and left him to bear the responsibility of sin in this world.

"Albus was about to give you his wand back," Bagshot said, "but you seem... emotionally unstable. You need to relax and rest completely, and don't stress yourself too much."

"Thank you." Gellert said from the bottom of his heart, "Auntie, thank you." As he spoke, he gave the old woman a firm hug.Bagshot was astonished. "What's the matter with you, my boy? You don't look well at all."

"Actually, I'm fine." Gellert grinned, "I suddenly figured out something, something from the past."

"To hell with Durmstrang! It's not your fault." Bagshot took his grandnephew by the hand and made him sit at the table. "Your uncle wrote back and said you're welcome to go back anytime. Do you want to go home? If so, I'll get you a portkey. But before that, we've got to get your wand back...Albus is going to church Well, today is Sunday."

"I'll go back in a few days," Gellert said, "until the summer is over." He ate the food his aunt prepared for him, "...can I pick that rose?"

"Of course! You are very kind, my dear." Bagshot kissed him on the cheek. "I hope you have a good time, from the bottom of my heart."

Gellert plucked the yellow rose.The flowers have passed the period of blooming, and they are a little wilted.He held the weak branches of the yellow rose in his hand, and looked at the window sill on the second floor of the opposite stone house.

More than once during that summer, he climbed over the fence, climbed onto the windowsill, and tapped lightly on the glass.

"I'm going to read you a poem," he said, smiling slyly at his red-haired lover.

Albus watched him tenderly, lovingly.

"My judgment is not based on astrology,

But I think I know a little bit about astrology.

But I will not predict good or bad luck,

Epidemics, famines, or changes in the four seasons.

I can't predict the passing years for others,

Point out that at a certain moment there will be thunderstorms,

I can't rely on any omen to appear in the sky,

Foretelling disasters to the kings,

But from your eyes I have learned,

From your two star eyes, I got the following guidance:

Truth and beauty will co-exist,

If you are willing to spread yourself far and wide. "