Blaze

There was a fire in his eyes when he talked. A passion like no one else he had met. Gellert drew Albus to him like a moth to a flame.

Gellert had never met anybody as brilliantly clever as himself before. No one else could ever keep up with him. Albus often left him coughing in the dust. Gellert had never been happier.

Albus found Gellert's words were like a phoenix's song. Fiery, passionate and raw. Albus knew that Gellert was his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Albus found he didn't care.

Gellert dreamed as he had never dreamed before. Together they reached new heights. They were entwined together with one purpose and destiny. When they fought the sky had a tendency to turn black. When they clashed the sparks from their battle were felt all around them.

Albus knew he had been enchanted, enslaved. He knew he could not continue on this path he loved. The path he had loved to obsession.

The last time they fought was the greatest. Fire against fire. An innocent destroyed.

Albus knew that Gellert would have preferred to have gone out in a blaze of glory rather than be confined to fade away. He looked at the grave of Ariana and felt a vicious stab of satisfaction at Gellert's fate.

Albus locked himself away in a study and condemned himself to fade. Love was a powerful plaything and, as embittered as he was, he would never fall as deeply or as far as he had with Gellert.