【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

After the duel in 1945, Albus only saw Gellert from a distance as a witness in Nuremberg.

The Dark Lord, who once terrified European wizards, sat on the trial seat, his hair had faded to white.He had a quick silver tongue, but he didn't say a word to Albus' testimony, and his body was so straight that he didn't even look at the victor.

Albus, exhausted physically and mentally, left Germany that day.That summer, Scotland was hot and rainy, and he licked his wounds alone in the depths of Hogwarts.The owl brought many letters, most from his fanatical supporters.They called him the greatest wizard since Merlin, asked him to be the Minister of Magic, put his statue in the center of the hall of the Ministry of Magic for everyone to admire, published a book with his name, or asked for a signed photo.He threw the letters into the fireplace, then wrote back to the newspaper, refusing to be interviewed, and wrote to the Ministry of Magic, expressing his reluctance to attend the awarding ceremony of the medal.Albus had good reason, he was tired, hurt, and needed absolute silence.Later, the owl sent a box containing the medal and a letter informing him that Gellert Grindelwald was sentenced to life imprisonment and would be imprisoned for life in Nurmengard, the castle he built himself.

Time passed quickly.At first, many people curiously asked if he had gone to Austria to scold Grindelwald face to face.After all, the court battle that everyone expected did not happen.Albus always smiled and ignored such questions.He didn't have time to go to Nurmengard. Although the European Federation of Magic wrote him to "visit", as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he had troubles with endless students.Voldemort was getting more and more popular, and he had no time to pay attention to those things on the mainland.He hopes to live a stable life for a few years, going to Hogsmeade's Hog's Head Pub for drinks on weekends, and being kicked out by Aberforth before the bill; the taste of.On the rare nights he wandered the corridors, he found the mirror with the help of the Room of Requirement.He didn't pull down the curtain, just stood in front of the mirror and meditated.He dreaded seeing Gellert Grindelwald's face in the mirror, the name alone was enough to keep him awake at night.

Then, ten years, twenty years later... Albus' beard was all white, and so was his hair.He became a real old wizard.People gradually forgot how terrible the previous Dark Lord was, and they rumored that the headmaster of Hogwarts was a weird old guy, crazy.He is no longer afraid of facing the Mirror of Erised. When he stands in front of the mirror again, the face in the mirror is no longer the face with twinkling eyes and stern eyebrows, but a happy family portrait of their family.

"I forgot about him." Ah Bu thought, indeed, he couldn't remember Gellert's appearance.The man had become a vague shadow in the bright summer sun, hidden in the dark corners of memory.

One night, Newt Scamander came to visit.He had long since become a world-renowned zoologist, and Albus had written several prefaces to his books.In the eyes of the public, little Scamander is one of the few professor Dumbledore's close friends.

"The Austrians told me he confessed in prison," Newt said stiffly. "I guess you already knew."

"I don't know." Albus pushed his glasses calmly. "I don't have any news from him."

"Hasn't he written you a letter?" Newt looked puzzled. "They say he wrote a lot."

Albus had made sure that Gellert would write to him, cursing, sarcasm, rehashing.But he had received no letters from Nurmengard.This is an extremely small cell, no different from what he imagined.There were wet marks of moss on the stone wall, and in the corner, a wooden bed with thin, dirty thin blankets thrown on it.Other than that, nothing else.

He lifted the blanket and saw dense scratches on the stones against the wall.A stack of papers was pressed under the blanket, and the cold moonlight shone through the narrow windows above, printing a bright spot of light on the slate floor.Albus read the words on the paper by moonlight, letters, addressed to Albus Dumbledore, the handwriting so obliterated that he could barely make out individual words and sentences.

"I think... this is...unforgivable..." wrote one piece of paper, and another that seemed to contain a poem, "Fate connects us, oath of blood..."

Among the messy letter papers, there is a small card.It was a picture of a chocolate frog, and Albus was all too familiar with it.It was a picture of him, only without a portrait.The card was scuffed so badly that it was full of creases, and Albus thought of Gellert complaining, "You know what? Even your chocolate frog card doesn't like me much—"

"Gellert," said Albus, holding the letter, kneeling in the moonlight on the stone floor, "at that time, loving you was a big mistake...but I repent every day and beg God to forgive me, because I love you no matter what. You... this is my sin..."

He sobbed softly, tears wet the letter on his chest.He had to beg God's forgiveness once again, because in this world, God brought Gellert for him and was about to take him away.

"I love you and I can't lose you." Albus wiped away tears on his sleeve as he prepared to say some prayers.Suddenly, two sentences came to mind. They were the hymn that Gerda sang when she found little Kay in the Muggle fairy tale.

"The roses grow in abundance in the valley, where we met the Baby Jesus."

As he chanted softly, a small ball of light appeared in front of Albus.The light warmed his cold face and body, and he stood up in surprise, the magic of his extinguisher.

"Are you going to take me to find Gellert?" he asked, running after the sphere of light.The orb of light illuminated the dark corridor, guiding him.The more he ran, the lighter his steps became.He forgot the pain, cold and exhaustion, and ran forward quickly.Gradually, the light appeared, and he saw the exit of the corridor. There was no door, and he rushed in directly.

It was a huge room, and in the middle of the room was a mirror-like lake.There is a small chair in the middle of the lake, and curled up on the chair is a boy, about six or seven years old, with blond hair draped over his shoulders.

The boy opened his eyes, the eyes of different colors showed no emotion, "Who are you?"

"Gellert!" cried Albus in surprise, "Gellert, you're here—I'm Albus, Albus Dumbledore, have you forgotten me?"

When he woke up from a long dream, he first smelled a familiar sweet fragrance.The fragrance was extremely warm, making his fingertips slightly warm.He opened his eyes, and saw a young man standing by the lake, with auburn hair reaching his elbows, and blue eyes like the sky and the sea.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Gellert!" The boy's white face was full of joy, and then the joy disappeared, and the light in those blue eyes flickered and shattered, "I'm Albus Dumbledore, have you forgotten me?"

"I—" he opened his mouth, his heart stabbed sharply, "I forgot," he said, "I can't remember anything."

He looked at his hand, the broken lighter.Some images flashed by, and he tried in vain to capture them. "I'm nobody." He confirmed his thoughts, "I just know that I belong here."

"Come back with me," the redhead begged, "please, Gellert, come back with me—I can't lose you—"

The tingling in his heart grew stronger as he looked at the boy, his red hair, his eyes, his sweet smell.Should he go with him, or stay?The palace is quiet and comfortable. He was here alone, so he didn't feel lonely at first, but why——

"I can't leave," he said, "I don't know you."

The boy stepped on the lake, "I am Albus," he said, "Your Albus, have you forgotten your promise? We will be together forever." He stepped forward, "Come on, let I'll take you away..."

"I can't," he said, waving his hands frantically, and a circle of blue flames suddenly appeared around his tiny chair.Now he was completely safe. He looked at the young man, and at that moment, he remembered the usefulness of flames—no one could step through this blue flame without his permission.

"I must take you back." The boy said without hesitation, "Gellert, I swear."

As he spoke, he strode across the blue fire and hugged the boy in the chair tightly.

"Gellert, I found you." Albus choked up, tears streaming down the boy's face and chest.The boy was sitting upright. Suddenly, he moved and shed tears together.

"I'm Gellert," the boy said, "and you're Albus, my Albus. God, I forgot you! How could I forget you!"

Along with the tears, Gellert felt as if a block of ice had melted in his chest.The heart beats again, bringing warmth.He started to grow, grew, and before long, he was 16 years old.

"Albus," he said, carelessly kissing the wet face in front of him, "I remember it all, I remember it all..."

He couldn't help crying, and pressed his forehead to his lover.They cry for a while and laugh for a while.Gellert felt ashamed because he had never cried like this before.He felt itchy eyes, rubbed them, and something seemed to fall out of them.

"Let's go," Gellert said, "get out of here."

Albus nodded and they left the palace arm in arm.The moment he walked out, a raging fire ignited from the ground.The rooms piled up with snow collapsed and melted one by one, and the flames did not go out, but burned higher and higher.

"Look, doesn't this fire look like a phoenix?" Gellert exclaimed, "It's like when the phoenix dies—"

He was startled suddenly, and opened his eyes suddenly.The sunlight at the end of summer passed through the glass clearly and fell on the long auburn hair brightly, and the air was full of the sweet fragrance of honey.

"Gellert," said the twenty-eight-year-old Albus, looking haggard but full of joy, "Gellert—"

"Albus." Gellert's lips moved.This time, he really woke up.