Believe me, if I owned those books: there'd be a whole lot more death and destruction and slash. Consider the difference, if you will; then sue me. My case'll hold up better than yours.

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"So this is what it has come to Albus? You and me, facing off one last time? Is this some sort of silly retribution for your sister?" The handsome blond clicks his tongue condescendingly. "And I thought you were above that."

The blonde's opponent—another winsome one, with bright blue eyes and auburn hair—brandishes a wand at him.

"Don't make me do this, Gellert." Albus begs, his wand trembling a bit.

Gellert smirks and saunters up to Albus. Running one hand over Albus' cheek he leans in and whispers in the other man's ear, "Do what, Albus? Kill me?"

Then Gellert laughs in that same ear and pats that same cheek.

"You'll never even get close to your goal. Not as long as you lust for me."

Albus nods and lowers his wand, his whole body trembling now.

"Gellert, why? Why did you do all of this?"

Gellert rolls his eyes and sighs. "Really, it's nothing more than what we had talked about. The things you agreed needed to be done; so don't get up on your high horse. Truly, Albus, you are just as bad as me."

Those blue eyes flash with anger. "But we have a responsibility to those we rule, Gellert! Have you lost your mind completely!"

Gellert's own eyes narrow. "Not me who forgot his mind, no. That was you when you decided that you could kill me. Now—"

Before the young blonde's arrogant sentence is even finished he is run through by a silver sword. Albus finally lets his tears go. They plink on the floor like keys on a xylophone.

"You made me do this. You made me kill you! I didn't want to kill anybody… Not Ariana, not mother, especially not YOU! How could you?"

Albus drops to his knees and crawls to Gellert, whose breath is fading fast.

"I'm so sorry…"

Albus leans down and presses his lips to Gellert's—whose are growing so cold, so quickly—and desperately gives the one he loved a goodbye kiss.

"I didn't want you to go…"

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The next day's headline reads, "Grindlewald killed by Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts!"

But Albus did not read this. He was too busy planning his slow revolution; like many in that time. But he never forgot his first and only love.

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Bad Ashe, bad! Very, very bad!

Yes, I know I should be writing Letters of Resignation or my numerous papers that are stacking up or Lullaby or something that I'm actually going to post; but the last book killed me. I swear, I managed to grow something akin to a conscience and it made me feel bad about torturing those characters. Especially Moody! Did anyone else want to kill Umbitch even more for that?

Anyways, I was looking through a C2 and it seemed to have a lot of fics on Grindlewald and Dumbledore and McGonagall and I was thinking about how JKR made Dumbledore gay and in love with Grindlewald and this popped in for tea and brownies. I just had to write it.

Oh, and for those who follow Letters, the next chapter feels like it's the last one. There might be an epilogue, but don't count on either coming out soon; I have way too much to do.