Grindeldore Oneshots

Goodbye

A/N: Fanfic also found on my Quotev - https://www.quotev.com/Bellatrix394/journal/5723563/Goodbye-Grindeldore-FanFiction

Albus Dumbledore, 151-years-old, stood outside of Nurmengard. He knew he was going to die at the end of this year. But, before he died, he wanted to say goodbye to the man he had loved his entire life one last time.
Albus walked into the main room where a footlocker prison guard sat behind a desk.
"Dumbledore," the man greeted with a curt nod. "Did ya need somethin'?"
"Yes, actually," the older wizard responded with a soft smile. "I'd like to visit an inmate."
The guard rose an eyebrow, but nodded nonetheless. "Which one?"
"Gellert Grindelwald," he responded.
The younger of the two froze, staring at Albus in shock. "Sir, I don't think you'll want to see him."
"Oh, but I'm sure that I do."
The guard took a few moments to compose himself before nodding and standing up. "This way, sir."
He led Dumbledore through the long, bleak hallways of the prison. The guard stopped once they got to the most highly guarded, closed off cell.
"This is it. But, are you positive that you want to do this? Can I offer you any protection? A guard to go in with you?" the man asked.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'd best handle him myself," Albus responded with a gentle smile.
The guard nodded slightly and started to unarm and unlock the door. There had to be at least twenty charms on the prison cell and five locks - all enchanted.
Once he was finished, the guard dismissed the other guards at the door and cracked the door open just enough for Albus to fit in.
"Thank you," Dumbledore said before slipping into the room, closing and locking the door behind him, casting a silencing charm on the walls just to be safe. He didn't want anyone to overhear.
Albus turned to the man in the cell. He was chained by the floor by the ankle and dressed in ragged clothes. His hair was a mess; his complexion made him look almost dead.
"Albus?" he questioned in a hoarse whisper.
"Gellert," Albus greeted in return, feeling himself grow near to tears.
"Why are you here?" Gellert asked in the same weak voice.
"Two- well, three reasons."
"Which are?"
"Well, to tell you something important, to ask a favor of you...and to say goodbye."
Gellert rose an eyebrow. "Well...Go on, I suppose. Important thing first."
"I see you still haven't loss your sass even in your old age," Albus said with a fond chuckle.
"I suppose you could say that," the other said, allowing himself to smile for the first time in years.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you...I still love you. I love you a lot. I never stopped loving you. Even before you were imprisoned, I saw- see you whenever I look into The Mirror of Erised," Albus admitted rather quickly.
"Albus..." Gellert said softly.
"Yes?"
"I love you too, dearest..."
Albus smiled softly, walking to him and hugging him tightly, holding onto him as if he were a lifeline. Gellert hugged back, holding on just as tight, if not tighter.
After what seemed like a lifetime, they broke the hug. Though the no longer were hugging, they stood incredibly close to one another.
"You said you needed to ask a favor," Gellert said.
"Yes, I did."
"Well, what is it?"
"I need you to pay attention to everything I'm about to tell you. It is all incredibly important."
"Of course," Gellert responded with a nod.
"Around the end of this year, Voldemort is going to enlist some of his followers to kill me. I have to die - for what you would refer to as the greater good. But, I'm the true owner of the Elder Wand, which Voldemort desperately wants, almost as much as you did. I will surly be buried with the wand. He will go to you - the last known owner of the wand - asking where it is. If you ever loved me, do not tell him I have it. He will break into my grave and take it. If he gets the wand, I fear he will be near impossible to beat," Albus explained solemnly.
"Albus..." Gellert said softly, taking his hand tightly in his own. "Is this...?"
"Why I wanted to say goodbye? Why I'm telling you I love you now? Yes, Gellert. Yes it is."
Gellert threw his arms around Albus, pulling him into a rather passionate kiss. Albus immediately kissed back, holding onto the other man tightly.
"I love you so much, Gellert," Albus said against his lips.
"I love you too, my darling," the other said in response.
They stayed in each other's embrace for a rather long time, only breaking apart when a guard knocked on the door.
"Dumbledore, sir. You've been in there awhile. Are you alright?"
Albus quickly lowered the silencing spells he had cast on the cell. "Yes. I'm more than alright."
"Well, are you done in there?"
"Yes. Just give me a few more moments."
"Of course, sir."
Albus turned back to Gellert.
"So, I guess this is goodbye," Albus said with a sad smile.
"I suppose...Wait. I need to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"This Voldemort...Surly he'll know if I'm lying. Won't he kill me?" Gellert asked.
"Well, Gellert, you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain. But, if you ever loved me, you'll do as I ask," Albus said with a smile.
The two exchanged a gently kiss before Albus headed back towards the cell door.
"I'll see you on the other side, Gellert."
"I love you, Albus."
"I love you too, Gellert."
And with that, Albus left the cell, leaving Nurmengard and the man he had always loved.

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Less than a year passed when Voldemort broke into Nurmengard in a mad search for the Elder Wand.
He quickly broke down Gellert's cell door.
"Gellert Grindelwald?" Voldemort questioned harshly.
"In the flesh. Voldemort, am I correct?" Gelled asked, remembering the request from his old lover.
"Yes," he said. "I'm here to make a deal with you."
"Which is?"
"You tell me where the Elder Wand is, I'll get you out of here and give you a high ranking position in my new world. I've heard of your legacy. I've had the man that took you down killed. So, what do you say?"
"What would happen if I declined your offer?" Gellert asked, leaning against a nearby wall, completely unphased.
"I'll kill you."
"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, you noseless bitch, but I'm going to have to decline your offer. I haven't the faintest idea where the wand is," Gellert lied smoothly.
"Fine then," Voldemort hissed. "Any last words?"
"Yeah. Fuck you."
"Avada Kedavara."