My first Albus Dumbledore fic posted! Slash xP
This is another ramble - even though I'm supposed to be studying, I just HAD TO write this after reading the news - JK Rowling says Albus was gay!
It may be a bit confusing, as my thoughts are getting very jumbledy-uppity at the moment, and I will write a longer one about Albus/Gellert later on, in NOVEMBER :)
Albus Dumbledore sat at the foot of the bed, pulling and tugging at his thick auburn hair. He had let it grow long, past his shoulders – Gellert had always commented on how handsome he'd look to the girls – especially Lysandra Yaxley, the prettiest girl at Hogwarts- hell, even Gellert, handsome Gellert, brilliant Gellert, popular Gellert told her she was beautiful, like the sunrise after a long, dreary night, like a bit of color in black-and-white papers, like a rose among weeds. She had smiled a stunning smile, batted her eyelashes at Albus, and blushed a pretty pink. But Gellert had stated glumly that he was betrothed, and had decided to get Albus with Lysandra.
He never wanted me anyway, Albus thought glumly. Lysandra was beautiful – silky black hair cascading down her back, long lashes over milky hazel eyes, and a perfect size, tall and slender, like a willow. But she wasn't brilliant like Gellert was – she received okay grades, ranging from E's to P's, but she didn't have the intellectualness of Gellert.
He felt Lysandra couldn't hold up a candle to…some people, and she was definitely not fit to be his wife.
And Gellert had turned into a "bad egg", as his aunt Bathilda had called it. He'd committed more murders back at his home, and Albus knew it was his duty to depose of him.
The day of the battle had arrived. Albus could feel it in his bones, a chilly feeling, yet as hot as a sweltering summer day. The feeling of love.
He strode toward the cloaked figure.
--A Century Later--
He watches as the younger Albus strides ever-so confidently toward a cloaked figure – Gellert Grindelwald. He watches as passerby peer, frightened, as the young auburn-haired man walks up to the worst criminal of all time – now in second place. He watches as the wand slashes through the air, and he is screaming, screaming… He closes his eyes as the love of his life writhes in agony, and feels dread wash over him like a cold draft of wind.
For he is the only one who sees the elder wand tremble, ever so slightly, before committing its only shaky act, ever.
And he never goes to see his lover, rotting away in prison.
I didn't know whether to add that last line, but I'm just going to keep it there for now.
Reviewing is something nice you do, even if the ramble isn't so good and you would like to close this window immediately. :)