A/N: This is the Seeker from Montrose Magpies writing for QLFC Practice from past Season 2, Round 6.

Prompt: Write a letter to a girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse

Word Count: 533

Disclaimer: I have no intentions of making money from this story, so all the recognisable stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling.

That First Letter

Dear Dumbledore,

It has been two days since you put me here in Nurmengard, and I'm proud of your cleverness — the worst prison for any man is the one he has himself designed. I know that had it been you, you would have left a backdoor for yourself, as an escape route, but I have always been the more confident one of the pair of us. Overconfident, as you used to say.

I would thank you for leaving me an endless supply of writing material, but I won't, for I cannot send these letters to anyone. I grew bored of making boats out of parchment, though, so I decided to write to you. Knowing you, you will end up here soon enough and give me that old, accusational, disapproving look of yours — the one that has never worked for me, you know?

You're very naive, Albus. Had you been ambitious, you would have not let emotions affect you that day. We would have stood together. Now, you hold the Elder Wand — if there was someone who could claim it from me, it was you — but it will sit in your ludicrously colourful robes, coming out occasionally for repairs and charms at your Doll House. Seriously, Albus? Professor?

We could have stood together, yet you let words manipulate you, you let death of a worthless girl get to your heart, and you let it break us. It shames me to say I had let you too close, and you leaving left this gaping hole. Only destruction could fill it.

You know this — what I have become — had never been my, our, goal. We just wished for a world where we did not have to hide, where we could claim our place at the top. You pushed me into becoming what I am now. Yet, I cannot say I regret it. It has been delicious, playing with minds of people, even though you had always been better at it.

I'm rambling, aren't I?

I should probably apologise for the Credence fiasco, but you will admit it had that flare of dramatic that you have always enjoyed. I had planned all that with you in mind, thinking it would tempt you into joining the fight, and I must admit, I was surprised at how long you resisted, hiding behind your pawns.

In hindsight, I should have guessed. You did the same thing in the chess matches we had, sitting in the kitchen of Aunt Bathilda's house in the evenings. But Albus, you should have remembered that when playing a dangerous game, you lose pawns. Queenie was an entertaining woman while she lived, almost too good of a person. Although, I regret that I could not take Scamander out.

I had great plans for Godric's Hollow, too. It would have looked brilliant, burning in the Gryffindor-red blaze of Fiendfyre. Alas, I know I will never put a step outside this prison again. It is you that I have to thank for that.

I would say I hate you, but I find myself very entertained with this new turn of life.

Looking forward to seeing you soon. Wear purple!

Your once-lover,

Gellert