【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Albus is tired.After a noisy night and an even louder day, he decided to take a nap, just a little.

He took Gellert's intact hand—miraculously, not even a scrape—and called Gellert's name softly a few times.The wounded was tightly bound with bandages, lying flat, breathing rapidly.Gellert had a high fever from the wound and the venom, and the skin exposed by the bandages was horribly flushed.Albus didn't know how many times he held that hand in prayer, from the moment he arrived under the rowan tree, he never stopped begging the gods.

"Please get well." He said softly, lowered his head, and kissed all five fingertips reverently.

Gellert had a second dream.In the dream, he was sane, which felt comical.He was still wearing the expensive gown with the cumbersome and heavy badge on his chest.Godric's Hollow is scorching hot, but the mountain breeze is cool and pleasant.He rubbed his blond hair and stepped into the door of the church.

This time the bridegroom has changed—not the faceless little Maggie, but an old friend.Newt Scamander, in his rumpled robes, had his usual restless demeanor, his back bent.Gellert flicked the Elder Wand casually, and the lightning was like a whip, directly knocking Scamander to the ground. "Crucio." It was too cheap for the troublemaker to see Merlin all at once, thinking of the close relationship between Albus and this guy, even after another 300 years, Gellert couldn't help the sour jealousy.

"It's wrong for you to do this," Albus held the rose and lily, "Grindelwald, you can't do this to him!"

"I can." With the green spell, Newt stopped twisting.A stubborn guy, he would rather die than let out a scream.Gellert waved his hand, and the body immediately fell apart and turned into a puff of smoke, "Who made him your boy..." He walked up to the altar, took the groom's place, and nodded to the trembling priest, "Continue— —I will always love him."

The short dream is over.Gellert lifted his sweat-soaked eyelids, regretting that he hadn't heard Albus swear.His hair was pulled a few times, he blinked his eyes slowly, in the not so dense darkness, a few small silver stars were jumping on the ceiling; his hand was still firmly held, holding him The man with the hand changed his posture, turned his face sideways, and put the tip of his nose against the skin of his wrist.Gellert moved his fingers, brushing the fluffy hair and a piece of soft flesh. He repeated this movement, back and forth several times, and finally confirmed that it was the earlobe...

Albus's earlobe.

Many people - it should be said that most people never pay attention to the ears of Albus Dumbledore, although they call him a great saint.Who would pay attention to the ears of a saint?But Gellert knew Albus's ears, and even in the dark he could imagine them when he closed his eyes—soft, almost transparent white, with a small black spot above the pinna on the left. mole.He was the first person to discover this mole, and he found an explanation from an old copy of "Acquaintances by Face": "You will become a famous scholar." He announced happily, and the owner of the mole faced Mirror examines his ears, moving his long thin fingers to rub the small area red, and he says humbly, "I hope so."

Maybe faces really foretell the future, but "Faces to Meet People" is not 100% accurate - Albus became a famous scholar, lived a long life, and became famous, but he failed to die in a warm home, He died in a planned murder.Gellert's future has almost nothing to do with his face, the only one in it is longevity.He has neither become a big man who will be famous forever, nor does he have children around his knees, and he enjoys family happiness after retirement.Gellert no longer wanted to recall the dark night of Nurmengard, he moved his finger vigorously, hooked a lock of hair, and then stroked the soft ear with his fingertips. During those two months, he had touched, kissed, even Ears that have sucked countless times.

Unfortunately, Albus woke up before Gellert succeeded.First the shoulders twitched slightly, and then the ears—and the hair and half of the cheek—took themselves away from him.A crisp music jingled, the fire flickered, the lights came on, and Albus took Gellert's hand again, "...you're awake."

"I..." I actually woke up twice, Gellert tried to say, but his throat was so sore that he couldn't control his tongue.His mouth was half open, like a fish out of water.The firelight reflected in Albus's blue eyes, and the small flames danced, "You're awake."

Gellert used all his strength to pull the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"Great, Gellert, you're awake." Albus murmured, lowering his eyes, kissing the tip of the index finger of Gellert's hand repeatedly. "I kept praying..." When he raised his face again, a bright tear streak appeared on his fair cheek. "Sorry," Albus also tried to smile, and the small tears made the fire in his eyes brighter, "I should be happy."

He put Gellert's hand down, wiped the corners of his eyes, got up and walked out.Within seconds, a swarm of therapists flooded into the room, surrounding the bed. "Your Excellency," a therapist said solemnly in German, "you—"

"Get out of the way," Gellert said, ignoring the pain in his throat, and tried to sit up on his arms, "Albus—"

"You can't-"

"Get out of the way!" A rusty smell rose from the depths of his throat, and Gellert turned his neck irritably, looking for the red-haired figure.He had a fear that if he couldn't find Albus, he would definitely leave, marry the shadowy stranger as in his dream, and swear his oaths in the church in Godric's Hollow.The slight pain suddenly turned into a severe one, like a river in early spring, when the thick layer of ice suddenly cracked... "Gellert!" The figure appeared, smashing through the shadows, and came to him, holding something in his arms , brilliant as fire.

"I thought you were gone," Gellert said, mouth burning. "Please—"

"I'm not going," Albus put the thing down, "No, Gellert."

The thing—a bird the size of a swan, with its red and gold feathers, resplendent—landed on Gellert's chest amidst the astonished gazes of the healers, its black eyes fixed on him tenderly, and then turned its eyes Sticking the corner of his bleeding mouth, he sang a melodious song.

There was a burst of coolness, and the burning pain disappeared instantly.

Tears of the phoenix, Gellert muttered, "So... it was you."???