They stood face to face, wands shakily drawn and emotions plain as day on both of their faces. Neither wanted to harm the other, draw blood, but they were on opposite sides, torn apart by fate, by destiny, by whatever greater power above.
Albus took a deep breath, a brave mask shielding his true emotions, his back drawn straight.
"Gellert...this isn't the way to do it, this isn't the way to make our world." He said, his voice shaking as Albus tried to hold back the dam of tears. How could the wonderful, sweet man he met those years ago in the forest become this...killer.
Gellert stared back at his true love, his voice firm and controlled, though internally he was battling himself.
"Yes it is, otherwise nothing will done, we will all die in the end, be wiped out by muggles. Why not beat them to the punch?" He asked, a sleek eyebrow raised.
"This is mass genocide!" Albus yelled, the dam cracking as tears pooled in his eyes, his fist clenched and knuckles white.
"You are killing muggles! Exposing our world, our safety!"
"I am doing the Ministries a favour! Doing what they are all too scared to do!"
Albus drew in a shaky breath, staring at the man he once loved, still loved, in betrayal at hearing that.
"You have every single one of their blood on your hands, you are tearing families apart. You already did mine." he whispered the final part, the tears already falling. "I love you, Gellert, but what you are doing, is not the way. The bodies are piling up and your soul is breaking." Albus continued, roughly wiping away the vision blurring tears. "I can't lose you, Gellert, but if you continue this, I will have to stop you and I really do not want to do that." he spoke softly, his eyes connecting with Gellerts and he let him in his mind, showed him how he felt.
"I never got to tell you, that I love you, you left too soon...it all happened too soon." Albus stepped forward, lowering his wand slightly. "You were my everything, you meant so much and I would hate to be against you...you are building our perfect world on murder."
"It is for the greater good!" Gellert weakly yelled, the images flashing past his eyes, of Albus crying, of Albus breaking down and crying for him. "We will never have it without this. I am doing this for you."
