Rekindled
I walk along the dark hallways of the foreign prison, alone and anxious. I convinced the guards of Nurmengard to give me time alone with him, without them standing outside the cell door, but this meant that I had to find his cell on my own, which is no easy task. I see horrors no man should see, some worse than what I have seen on trips to Azkaban. There were men hanging from ropes, driven mad. Women with slits on their wrists could be seen through the bars that were on either side of me. I finally just decided to call out to the man I wished to visit. "Gellert?" I whispered. There was no reply. "Gellert?" I said more loudly. A woman in the cell to my left let out a blood chilling laugh and I strode away from her out reaching arms. "Albus, is that you?" A weak voice called out from the end of the hall. "Yes, my old friend, it is I." I said as I ran down the length of the hall. As my eyes laid upon Gellert Grindelwald's face, I gasped. He had only been in Nurmengard for two short years and he already looked as if he had been here his whole life. His skin sagged and his eyes were sunken into his skull. "How different you look," I said as I waved my wand in front of the bars, turning them to liquid and allowing me to pass through them. "Why are you here, Albus?" Gellert asks. "I'm here to find closure." I whisper. "About Ariana's death?" Gellert says as he turns his back on me. "No," I say curtly. "I seek closure about our relationship." Gellert turns to face me, a small smile on his lips. "Well, what do you need to know?" He asks me in a soft voice. "Is it over between us? I mean, it must be. After the duel and our views changing, well my views changing, it must surely be over. How can I expect you to still love me?" "Is your memory failing you, Albus?" "Wha- what?" I stammer. "Do you remember the first time we made love?" He turns away from me again. I slowly walk to him, wrap my arms around him from behind. "How could I forget?" I lightly kiss his neck as I used to do all those summers ago in Godric's Hollow. Gellert brings his hand up to my face, slides it into my hair. "Well, you seem to have forgotten what I said to you. I told you that no matter what, I will always be yours." He spun around to face me, my arms still around him. We look deeply into each other's eyes and I can see the love he still feels for me. "Gellert," I moan, but he presses his finger against my lips, then slowly he moves closer to me, our lips meet in a passionate kiss, more passionate than any we shared in Godric's Hollow. His lips were dry and cracked, but I didn't care, I wanted more of him, but sounds could be heard from down the hall. The guards must have decided that we had enough time together. Before they reached the cell, I ran my hands down every inch of Gellert's body, not knowing when I would be able to do it again. He moaned with pleasure and we kissed harder than we had just mere moments before. The guards of Nurmengard tore open the door of the cell, ripped us apart. Tears sprang up in my eyes. "No, please give us more time! I love him!" They did not listen. I was pulled out of the cell and thrown back into the hall. "Albus," Gellert called, his face pressed against his confining bars. "I will always love you, Albus, no matter what!" "And I you," I replied. After that, the guards escorted me out of the prison. I didn't know then, but that would be the last time I saw my first and only love. For some reason, I decided that it would be better if I never visited him again.