【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

The world spins crazily, and Merlin finally goes mad.

The sharp ringing in his ears was like Morgana's wild laughter, and Gellert begged for a little relief from the fever. "Take me away." He murmured, "I want to die."

"You will not die," said a voice.

"I'm going to hell." Gellert's lips moved. "Please let me die."

He fell into a continuous coma, his eyes were blank, and he stood on the road again.

"This is your choice?"

"I have no fear of Fiendfire from hell... as long as I don't see him."

The blue Fiercefire ignited, and he walked in without hesitation.

One day, Gerda saw a rose on the witch's hat.She remembered telling Kay that she would weave a rose hat for him.So she went to ask the rose in the garden, "Do you know where Kay is?"

Rose said, "I don't know."

Gellert opened his eyes, painfully aware that death had not taken his life.He was lying on a bed in the attic, covered with a floral quilt that Bathilda had made herself.The summer in Godric's Hollow is not hot, especially in the early morning, just after a drizzle, the rich aroma of roses floats in the narrow room.

"Damn." He cursed under his breath, his throat burning and aching.

"Honey, are you awake?" Bagshot opened the door and leaned in, exclaiming joyfully, "Merlin blesses you—you've been unconscious for three days."

"Why am I still alive?" Gellert sat up with his arms propped up, "Morgana, I curse that old man."

"Don't talk nonsense," said Bagshot, bringing water and bread, "you should eat something fresh out of the oven. The therapist said your burns never healed at all. Those Durmstrang guys don't deserve to be teachers." , for God's sake, throw a wounded child out..."

Gellert drank all the water, he was so thirsty, like a lost traveler in the desert. "Is there any raspberry jam?" He tore open the bread, frowning at the plate of yellow plum jam, "Forget it, the jams are pretty much the same. Also, can you stop burning that spice? It smells like honey with too much sugar .”

"That's clearly the smell of roses," Bagshot raised his eyebrows. "Is your nose burned? I'll have to bring in another therapist."

"Yes, it's roses." Gellert wiped his nose covertly. "I have a cold and a fever. You know, people with a fever don't smell much." He ate the plate of bread a few times, and drank Down the whole jug of milk.Against Bagshot's objections, he went to have a bath.The sweet honey smell can't go away, lingering in every corner of the whole house.After the last conversation, he hadn't had time to check the books.His aunt's words shocked him, and when he heard the word "pregnant", he even suspected that something was wrong with the old woman's brain. "The Legend of the Mandrake and the Making of Potions"? Not this one... "Defense Against the Dark Arts", rubbish. "History of Witch Hunting in the Middle Ages", the persecution of wizards by Muggles..." Gellert quickly reviewed Books, and finally he found a crude booklet, which looked like a few pages of yellowed leaflets hastily bound together. "How to Survive a Fever Safely."

"Fever period," he sat cross-legged in the table hole behind the desk, the sun rose lazily through the gaps in the curtains, "the church reminds—"

After a few minutes, Gellert looked up.He threw the pamphlet at his feet, grabbed a paper knife and cut his fingers with such force that the blood gushed out and dripped red on the hem of his shirt.

Pain is real.He stabbed his arm with a knife, and more blood gushed out.Gellert cast a healing spell on himself, and the wound healed, leaving no scars on his fair, youthful skin. "I'm not dreaming," he looked at the lines running through his palm, "I'm alive."

According to the pamphlet, humans in "this" world - wizards and Muggles alike - have a secondary gender: alpha, beta and omega.The vast majority of people are betas, mediocre genders that don't have much of an impact on themselves. Alpha is born to be the strongest, standing at the top of the crowd. Omegas are the rarest, they are the most suitable for family life, they are weak, lack strength, and need to be protected. Omega will usually combine with alpha, but not all alpha can "get" an omega. "'Gained,'" Gellert muttered, "lack of power?" He recalled an awkward lunch three days earlier, when Albus hadn't cast magic, but he could still feel the force flowing, "Muggle's Ignorance..." Then he shook his head, "No, you made a mistake again."

One of the things he's learned in prison is that he's sitting behind a table hole and confessing.The sun rises, and more sunlight pours on the piles of books, like golden silk.The street was bustling with Bagshot calling out, "Oh, Albus, going to church?"

"Yes." The voice smiled slightly, "Good morning, the yellow roses in your garden are blooming, so beautiful."

Getler hesitantly walked to the window and accidentally kicked over a stack of books. "Polites, sir!" grumbled one book, and Gellert picked it up and tossed it on top of another pile of books.He turned sideways and looked down through a small pane of glass.Albus Dumbledore and his siblings, all dressed in Muggle clothes, stood in front of the white fence.The young man's red hair was curled around his ears, "... Has your nephew recovered from his illness?"

"Well, well, he's awake," Bagshot said with a smile. "Thank you for the potion."

"It's easy to do." Albus bowed slightly.

"After he woke up, he went to read immediately. He is a studious kid. If you have time after you come back from church, you can talk to him. I believe you have a lot in common." Bagshot turned around suddenly and shouted , "Gellert!"

Gellert was startled, Albus looked up to the second floor, he couldn't avoid it, and met the piercing gaze of those blue eyes.

"Hi," said Albus, taking a step forward, out of the way of the curious Ariana.

Gellert's heart constricted violently, and the lost half of his soul began to twitch in pain. He lowered the curtains and staggered back.

"Fool," snickered the book humming at the top of the pile, "no good ending."

Gellert didn't have time to pay attention to it, and there was a thick fog in front of his eyes... It was a prophecy, he had done it thousands of times.A red-haired figure slowly rose from the thick fog, it was Albus, he was wearing a white dressing gown, chatting happily with people.But he couldn't make out the face of the man Albus was talking to.Albus gave the man a kiss and they hugged and said goodbye.Gellert tried to make the prophecy clearer, but he failed.The headache hit him, and he fell to the floor, passing out.