The unintentional Crimes of Grindelwald

Chapter 19 - Not all dreams come true

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Chapter 19

Albus had waited for too long, finally, Grindelwald came. For a second, he seemed confused, but then the same old, charming smile appeared on his face. He was in manipulating mood, as always. Don't look at his smile, don't look into his eyes, you don't know what he wants from you, maybe he is just trying to intimidate you. "Albus. It's good to see you, Al", he whispered. Why did he always have to whisper? "I'm not Al for you anymore, Gellert. And also try to speak like a normal human once", he said, whispering the same way Grindelwald did. Said person rolled the eyes, while laughing. "I missed you too. Look at you, the same person I once knew so good. Why do we have to be on different sides? Why is life so cruel to me? What did I do to deserve this torture?", he asked himself. "Oh, I don't know, maybe kill my sister", he said bitterly. He tried to build the walls around his heart up, he wouldn't let it happen again. He would never trust Gellert again, he had learned too often that he used people like toys. Dumbledore shouldn't listen to his words, he was a liar, a liar with the face of an angel. Albus should stop thinking these things, he should stop the memories in his brain. This was the possible murderer of his sister, he shouldn't feel this way. For once, Grindelwald was quiet. "You forgot her, did you? I don't know why you believe that you can win this war with yourself. I never wanted to fight you, Gellert, but I know that there will come a time, when I have to. It's just me against you, it's not like the rest of the world is against us. The only thing I ever wanted was our dream, I think about it every night and every day. But every dream dies when you wake up. And I guess, that I woke up, after Arianas death. I will never ever be on your side, because you try to make peace and justice by fighting", Albus said. There was just this strange little room, and on the other end of it, about a meter away from him, sat Gellert. Albus looked directly into his eyes. This time, he wouldn't lose control, he wouldn't lose against this feeling. He was the wisest man in his century. He wouldn't let anyone control him, not even his first love. Dumbledore felt as if they were both in a wrestling competition. They both had the same goal: to get the opponent onto their side. But most of it was just a show, Gellert was a seer, he already knew how it would end. Albus wasn't ready to give up, even if Grindelwald could see that he would win this war. Gelllert had never been a true seer, he had the ability to see the future, but not all of his visions were true. There was still a chance, and he would fight for it. In every human was a bit good, and he was willing to fight his whole life for the little part of Grindelwalds heart, that understood that he was doing something wrong. Dumbledore remembered everything, every time he saw Gellert. In the end, they were like fire and air: they needed each other, but they could destroy each other in just a moment. Albus saw the fire in Gellerts eyes, the same fire as always. A bit mad, a bit believing in the things he said, but the rest was just pain, the pain of destroying everything that mattered to him by accident or on purpose. "Some dreams can come true, Al. Some dreams came true while you slept your hundred-year lasting sleep", he murmured. And for once, Albus had no idea what he was talking about. "Excuse me, Albus Percival, I have a cure to get into my hands", he said and the same second as the about ten acolytes under him. Grindelwald had taken the cure.

"Albus", the only thing that came over Gellerts lips was his name. His name and only his name . He said so much more, but it did not matter to him, it was wrong, like everything else in his life. Everything except Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "Albus", he said again. Stupid, stupid, why did he have to be so stupid? What had happened to the real Gellert, the one who could talk hours to convince anyone of anything. All his confidence, taken away by just one word. Then, as if he hadn't embarrassed himself enough, he hurt his head at the ceiling, the attic wasn't made for tall people, probably the reason why Dumbledore sat on the floor. He did not see anything except Albus, as he fell on the floor. At least he could see in his eyes now. Gellert wished he hadn't done it. You have a plan. You have a plan. Manipulate him or whatever. Say what your heart tells you, you know some cheesy believer stuff, to distract him, until you find the cure. Because that was his plan. He would steal the cure and his acolytes had just now destroyed everything Flamel had written down about it, so Credence could just get it from him. Credence would want to be cured, and he would be, after he had helped Grindelwalds cause. Newt would do the same, everyone of them would lose something they loved. They had to give up before Albus could get him to give up first. He would win this somehow, he would win, even though of his feelings, even though all the mistakes he had done. A new world, for Ariana. But instead of Gellert talking, Albus began to speak. Every word made Ariana die again. He believed in the things he wanted, he would fight for his new world, he wouldn't give up. It was the only kind of mantra he had. He was strong enough to survive, he could control himself, the world. What was Albus even saying? He did not know anymore. In the right moment, his brain came back, and caught the bottle with the cure, next to Albus. Gellert was too confused to do anything now except glancing at Albus. "Some dreams came true, while you slept your hundred year lasting sleep, Albus", he said and grabbed Albus hat, which had been lying next to the bottle and disapparated, just like his acolytes had done minutes ago. He had always wanted to have Albus hat. If he had his hat, he could pretend. It was something he could remember when he ended up in prison, old and alone. When Voldemort would come and kill him. Some things really came true, like his feelings. The time he hadn't seen Albus, had made them just worse. There would be a time when he would have to choose between fighting and giving up, just like Credence said. It all had to do with Albus. He was the one to end the war.