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A one shot where Dumbledore visit Grindelwald when he was imprisoned at Nurmengard castle.
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Footsteps echoed along the corridor. Grindelwald kept his eyes shut. They paused, the sound carried the easy cadence of someone who had once known how to make any room feel sunnier. A voice, warm and very like memory said his name "Gellert?"
He opened his eyes slowly. The figure framed in the doorway was older-more bent about the shoulders, a few more lines etched into the face Gellert had admired but the eyes were the same: clear, affectionate, impossibly gentle. Albus Dumbledore stood there, the light catching his hair like some stubborn silver halo. A sudden, desperate surge of adrenaline galvanized Grindelwald's ruined body. He scrambled to his feet, the heavy chains clattering violently against the stone floor, and practically threw himself toward the threshold of his cage. He stopped inches from the bars, his face mere breathing distance from Albus's.
"For God's sake," Grindelwald breathed and the old name scraped like a confession "Albus?"