【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

If I had known earlier, I would not have cursed myself.

Gellert was lying at the foot of the mountain, the tall trees covered the stars in darkness, only a few faint rays of light came through.

"Damn it..." He spit out bloody spit, the rib must be broken, and the leg bone is similar.The crazy beast dragged him all the way to the top of the mountain, he resisted desperately, and the last spell hit the manticore's eyes, and the thing bit his shoulder, writhing in pain, like a baby fiddling Ragdoll.Gellert's wand was thrown, and he had to use hand-to-hand combat to try to strangle the monster.The manticore obviously couldn't make him wish. Its huge scorpion tail waved wildly, and finally the stinging needle pierced his stomach——

perfect.

Now, here, on the hills near Hogwarts, Gellert Grindelwald faces what may be his last days.He covered the wound in his stomach, where the blood was no longer bleeding.If young Scamander was right - well, Gellert admitted, while Newt was a pain in the ass, he at least had the virtue of being honest.He thought of that Newt from before, behind the desk of the US Ministry of Magic, saying, "I'm not a follower of Grindelwald"... He couldn't help but smiled wryly.

As Newt said, the stinger on the manticore's tail is highly poisonous.The venom paralyzed the nerves, and he couldn't feel the pain of the wound.The wind blows, and the leaves rustle. This place belongs to the Forbidden Forest, and it is said that acromantids live there.That thing eats people, any wizard knows it.When he's dead, he'll be food for acromantia, and what else, wolves, centaurs, mermaids?Unicorns don't eat people, and neither does Sniff, and Stingy loves milk.Gellert sat up with difficulty on the ground with his left hand, he had to get his wand...

Oh wand, his wand!To be honest, if the Elder Wand had been in his hands, it would not have cost him his life to deal with this "cub".It's okay to use his, at most delay some time.Blame little Scamander, Gellert moved through the darkness, gritted his teeth, if he could get out alive, live...

He'd give Newt Artemis Fido Scamander some color.

"Fuck your...animals..." Gellert fumbled for the ground beneath him, no wand, of course not.God knows where it lay, lying in the black earth like a twig everywhere in the woods, covered by fallen leaves.Thousands of years later, a Hogwarts naughty boy violated the school rules and came for a walk in the mountains, and accidentally found it.He would probably open his mouth wide in surprise and make an O shape: "Merlin, this is a magic wand!"

Yes, wand, surprise, boy, this strange branch-like wand once belonged to a great dark wizard who died saving lives.How ridiculous!Gellert stopped groping, his fingers trembling and cold.The toxin is spreading, and soon, he will fall down, in the wild mountains, and the corpse will be eaten by wild beasts... No one came to look for him, no one remembered him, after all he...

"Albus," Gellert said, leaning against a tree, throwing his head back, "Albus—"

"Will Dumbledore mourn for you?" he had asked the Newt, who always had the right to spoil his affairs.His damned pet Niffler had stolen his silver bottle, the only remembrance he had of two months in Godric's Hollow.

Will Albus mourn me when I die?Gellert amused at the strange thought, and closed his eyes to see a solemn funeral.A brave wizard gave his life to save school children.Albus was dressed in pitch black robes, with red hair hanging down his shoulders - he should have grown it long and down to his waist, it would have suited him.He wanted to tell Albus a long time ago...

Back to the funeral.Albus was supported and stood in front of the empty coffin, his blue eyes tender and mournful.He has to cry for a while, preferably acting like a young widow who has lost her new husband.Gellert laughed, he never found himself a lover of dark humor! "In addition..." In addition to his stomach, the lower abdomen is flat, but there is a little life conceived inside, like him, with blond hair, personality like Albus, gentle, intelligent, fraternal...

"It's too bad," Gellert muttered.He's going to die, he's sure.The venom made him sleepy.Even if Albus was pregnant, the child would not be his.They separated... He once again chose to leave without looking back.His actions must have broken Albus's heart, and it would have been nice to maintain a false friendship, Gellert felt a little remorse, he should continue to pretend to be friends with him, visit the Muggle market, choose embroidery lace, Sew them to the edge of the sofa cover.He asked Albus to choose the material for his robe and the style of his tie.They tacitly communicate with each other and do not cross that invisible boundary.He'd watch Albus go out on a date with an alpha with envy and come back reeking of pheromones.He will pretend not to feel it, continue to make invitations, go to the market, buy lace, read poems and stories by the fireplace... until one day when he receives a beautifully bound invitation card, Albus blushes and announces the news of his marriage , and he, the lonely old bachelor, suppressed his jealousy and anger, and said in the most sincere voice he could manage:

"Congratulations, my friend."

Look, isn't this wonderful?Why did he break this delicate relationship again and again?Gellert leaned feebly against the tree trunk, leaning to one side, his fingers twitching.He missed Albus, his red curly hair, his blue eyes, his smell as sweet as honey...

He wants to see him!Even for a second, he wanted to see him, touch his face, and if he still had time, open his arms and hug him.

But it was too late.He, Gellert Grindelwald, the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time, fell in the mountains near Hogwarts like a true saint.If they could find the remains of his body, they might be moved to name the hill after him.Saint Gellert!Awesome, he has the title of saint and finally doesn't have to go to hell to repent.He was led by the archangel to heaven, where is the kingdom of God, where all his wishes can be granted.

Then I say to God, I want an Albus Dumbledore.Gellert smiled and muttered, "The wand comes—"

The sound of something breaking the air, I hope it's not the monster. "Wand comes," he said, making his voice clearer, "wand—come—"

The wand flew over, it was his wand, yes.It's a pity that the wand is broken, only the skin is broken.It was difficult to cast spells with such a wand, and Gellert held up the broken wand, imagining his embarrassment at the moment, wanting to laugh out loud.

"God Guard..."

Nothing happened.Gellert forced his eyelids to open and then closed again, he had to find some happy memory.Godric's Hollow flashed before him, and he lifted the goblin into the air, and Albus shook his head reproachfully; He scrambled out of the fireplace, and Albus was grading papers for the cubs, "Is it raining? Come have a cup of tea." He lifted his eyes and smiled; he frowned, and Albus and the Muggles chopped "It's a nice color for your living room." The red-haired wizard held up the vase, squinting happily; they had a picnic in Hyde Park, and Albus talked to an old Muggle woman whose husband surreptitiously poked He said, "It's lucky to have such a wife..." Albus heard it, his earlobe was bright red, but he didn't refute...

In the past ten years, there are so many happy memories.He wants to choose the happiest one.Gellert could barely keep his wand up, and he saw a thin white mist of Albus, his Albus, in swaddling clothes, with red hair that had grown to his elbow; he smiled and looked at the Towards him, a tiny hand reaches out from within the swaddle, grabbing a strand of red hair; Albus bows his head...

He has no way of distinguishing his mood, sad, regretful, unwilling, or happy.Are you happy?Happiness, Gellert thought, this was Albus's future, and though he wasn't a part of it, he was happy for Albus' happiness, genuinely happy.

"Call God for protection."

A ball of silver light flew out from the broken wand, shining brightly, illuminating the darkness.

It is the phoenix, the immortal firebird.

"Tell him," Gellert's lips moved, "tell him that I—"

The Firebird nodded, and flew away with its wings fluttering.He watched the silver light disappear, lowered his hands, and waited for death to come.

A beautiful singing sounded in my ears, like the sounds of nature.The raging fire ignited, and in the haze, Gellert saw a pair of gentle black eyes.