hmmmm, i am not very sure if i am happy with all of these. but i deceided to put them up anyway. That does mean i might change/add things later ofcours.This story contains 4 drabbles, switching between albus and gellert prov. If you don't like this kind of story, then do me and yourself a pleasure and don't read it.
The rest of you, i hope you will enjoy this, please comment...^.^, grammar mistakes might occur and i would be happy of you would notify me of them. Thank you.
- Disclaimer: I am so lazy that i never have finished a proper story, let alone seven...
"This is albus parcival wulfric brian Dumbledore."
And he couldn't help but wonder about the long name.
Until he met his eyes.
And he couldn't breath, before the world just existed of that sparkling blue.
Light, yet they held so much, as though this young mans eyes would never see the days of freedom.
His hair was almost the opposite.
Wild, red-brown, like a fire coloured sunset or a cold, promising dawn.
He tried not to like him at first sight. He had been set up with a boy he never asked to meet.
He didn't believed in love at first sight after all.
He had even promised himself not even look at the other after the introduction where done
Astounded, he whispered, softly, so quiet that he was sure that no one had heard,
"but now i have seen him. . . "
'
He hadn't meant for this to happened.
It wasn't his fault.
But he always got involved in suspicious events.
He felt the panic, and his instinct, telling him to run.
He heard his cries, calling not his name this time.
He saw her lying on the floor, cold.
This was all wrong, and he couldn't change it anymore.
His hands reached the door.
His heart was still being torn between panic and staying calm, and help, comfort.
It was an accident.
"Please stay!
Don't leave me."
Panic won.
"I can't"
He wanted to die.
Or perhaps he hadn"t wanted to live to begin with.
He had always known, that he would be bound by her forever.
And now she was dead.
People said things at the funeral.
But their word where as empty as their knowledge of her death.
And when he told a small shard of his thought,
to the only person who did knew.
His brother had hit him.
"I want to die."
His nose broke. his face forever clouded with the shame of darkness.
For, his brother told him, people deserve to see what you are.
A coward, who is afraid for saying no to dark magic, too full of what they call power
and still wanting more, and afraid of paying his dept.
Worried people rushed to his side, the ones he once counted as friends.
They said it wasn't his fault.
"you can heal it, right?"
One of his younger admires. He was still bleeding. His brother was still screaming, and gellert was still gone.
She was dead.
For a second only, he wondered if they had misunderstood his answer, because they looked so lost.
"I can't."
He knew he should, it was better for them both.
He would have, but he could still remember those words.
He wanted to, then the guilt would not be his.
He was thinking it, but his heart was screaming something else
He felt it, but the right moment wasn't there
He took a breath, and time passed.
He looked, and met some eyes.
He bit his lip, it only hurt.
He shifted, uncomfortable.
He listened, and could hear his heart racing.
He could, his wand was pointing at the others heart.
"Kill me"
And now he cried.
"I can't"