HP Thirty-Five Owls

SeekersFear and HallowingLions, unfortunately can not be turned out.

In 1945, Dumbledore became famous for defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald.This is the beginning.The following is the extra episode mentioned above, I will not translate it anymore (please beat me if you are not good at English)

Two miles out of the village in mid summer, Godric's Hollowshot and green and golden in the late evening, with gnats buzzing harmless in the shadows and the settings unpouring strange colors through the leaves. sabruise in the hollow of Albus' neck, hidden by long hair, glowing lurid in the late light.

"Areyou," heasksquietly,"afraidofDeath"

"Not particularly," says Gellert, flippant. He's squinting into the settings sun, all golden." Idon't see the point."

"It was something in one of the old poems I was reading this morning--that those who see the Hallows do so out of afear of Death and should be pitied."

"Ahh, Iseewhereyourpointlies. But...no, notparticularly. Notmorethanisnaturalfor alivingthing. Awallloomstocutoffmyexistence,surely,thesunwayssets.Yes,thethoughtofendingwithmyworkundoneisaggravating--butdoIfearwhatispartoftheveryfabricofreality at."

"There are those who sayitis more like aragged veil, tantalizinglythin, drawnacross." Albus' voiceis calm mandal little cold;

"AFINEMETAPHOR, BTSUCHRARELYTERTERMYSENTS." GellertflashesverySharpgrin. "TheinhereEntLogicDSEEMTOSEWHOWISEMASTERDEATHDOSOBEC AUSETHEYAREAFRAIDOFITANDWHATCANDOTOTHETHEMSELVEIROWN, yesandthatthosewhoderlyFeavewelleenoughalone ""

"That would seem to be the case, yes."

"Hmm."

They walk on. Gellert kicks stones with his pointed Germanshoes;

"But," Gellert says after a long while, and toucheshisfriend'selbow, haltinghisstepanddrawinghimclose. beafraid of something in order to master it."

There'snaked, tendershock on Albus' face, breaking through his usual reserve, and the grassslips unheeded from hislips. with then arrow muscles of his throat bare and training.

"I'm not particularly afraid of you, either," hewhispers, standing closer, until Albusis plastered agains this legs, face to his groin." But what about you, fellow-seeker Do you fear Death"

"Asthemoth fears the flame," Albus breathes.

The author has something to say:

What about the second wife outside the story, this should not be allowed on JJ. . .