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Mein Lieber,
I hope you did not throw away this letter as soon as you knew who the sender is. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine's. I have lost the concept of time here but I asked one of the guards purely by coincidence and he told me it is Valentine's Day today. I remembered the things we did on our last Valentine's together. Thus, I wrote this letter to reminisce the memories.
I came to your house that day with a bouquet of red roses in hand. I knocked on the door and you opened it with the most beautiful smile I had ever witnessed. That day I vowed to myself that I will cherish you forever. You were so beautiful, Al. With your wit and your brilliant mind, you were astounding. I took you out on a simple picnic at a park and you kissed my cheek in appreciation. We spent hours talking. Just walking around, enjoying nature hand in hand. That night we spent the rest of our day in my bed. The way you moan my name, Al, felt like music to my ears. The way you arched your back, eyes rolled to the back of your head as you orgasm, was so sinful. Your signature bright red hair was damped from sweat as you panted, trying to stabilise your bearing. You had a very content smile on your face. "You are my heart, Gellert. You own me. My mind. My body. Everything is yours," you said as if you did not just tilt my world upside down that night.
I had always wondered what would have happened if I didn't start the fight, if I didn't fight Aberforth back, if I remembered Ariana was left unprotected in that room we duelled, if Ariana had not died, if I had not been such a coward and left, if I had faced you, if I had never been into Dark Arts in the first place.
I wondered what would happen if I hadn't met you, Albus Dumbledore. The man who owns my heart since the day I met you.
I never stopped loving you, my beloved. Even though I knew my demise would come soon by the hands of that laughable excuse of a Dark Lord, my heart always belongs to you. He will be after the Elder Wand, Al. Guard it safely, my love. I love you for eternity.
Had Always Been Yours,
Gellert Grindelwald
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Albus sat on his seat with a sigh, plopping a lemon drop in his mouth when an eagle owl flew inside. At the same time, the door to his office opened, revealing a hesitant 16-year-old Harry Potter. "Ah, Harry. Come in. Take a seat."
"Hello, Professor. Is that the Ministry owl?" he asked, pointed to the owl that waited for Albus to take the scroll tied to its' leg. "You can read it. I'll wait," Harry beckoned to the scroll.
"Thank you, Harry," Albus chuckled before he froze at the once very familiar elegant scrawl on the front, face paled. He was aware of how fast his heart was beating in his ribcage.
To Albus Dumbledore.
Taking a deep breath, he began reading.
He could feel the tears dwelling in his eyes the further he read. "Professor?" Harry called worriedly but he didn't answer. He choked out a soft sob when he read the line "I love you for eternity". His heart ached as he dropped the paper, wanting so badly to see his former lover for one last time.
Harry stood up and knelt in front of his sobbing Headmaster with worry but not before glancing at the paper and did a double-take at the name of the writer. Gellert Grindelwald? he thought. The notorious German Dark Lord before Voldemort, Gellert Grindelwald? Professor Dumbledore knew Grindelwald? he added.
