HP Thirty-Five Owls

Albus:

50 years, I've been here for 50 damn years.And during all this time, you—all of you—never sent me candy.Just the smell of them makes me shudder with joy.This is the best taste I have ever tasted in my life.

50 years.My body was shriveled to the bone in pain, and I could barely remember what a beautiful guy I could have been.I'm the only prisoner alive, the guards are long gone.Only an elderly house-elf pushed the food through the bars.Even the spell on my watch is fading, the hands are wobbly, and the calendar is dying.I guess it takes about three days or so for the owl to come here from Hogwarts?or more days?Has the world stretched beneath my tower?Anyway, it must be sometime in January, the sun is in the right place after all.

But I'm nothing to you but a hollow tree.You wrote another tearful letter to your old flame over Christmas sherry, Albus?Back and forth between us, back and forth, your methods unchanged, I'm running out of parchment.Most of my correspondents are also dead.I have read every book in this room dozens of times.I guess Fox is still there?business as usual?

I no longer struggle to fall asleep.If I read Gertrude's book in a daze, it seems that there is some truth in what she said.Just words of one or two syllables.listen to me.

Poor Albus, I'm hardly even mad at you anymore.Fuck, I almost feel sorry for you.You never had children, did you?Never married, never settled down?You die with nothing but "it" and the Potter boys, nothing but beautiful birdsong and a bag of candy.

But that means you and I still have a lot in common.You and me - we fall in love with someone better than ourselves, and we suck at it.I let you win that duel because I thought you could save me, you traitor bastard, but you left me and let me fall.You don't care about anyone anymore but that boy, I know that.But you won't break me, you'll never break me back.

We've grown too old, Albus, we belonged in the mill of a century ago, Albus, instead of rotting in the tower, caught by the tentacles of the world.We belong to that beginning, where our brilliance will not be swayed by responsibility, our beauty will not be destroyed by age, before all the consequences that would break us have yet to come.

I don't think of you anymore, I don't think of those past days anymore.I'm trying to stop thinking about anything, really.Just going back and forth in my cell.lettering on the door.Triangles, circles and a line. (Deathly Hallows)

you are right.That boy, at least should leave to have a good life.And ours was destroyed long, long ago.

The author has something to say:

You're right. Oneboy, atleast, should walk away with a good life. Ours are long, long destroyed.

original.So sad. . .