First Harry fic. Gellert/Dumberdore, because they're perfect for each other :o)


Dumbledore focuses his eyes on the shining mirror, its smooth surface glinting even in the dim lighting. A torch flickers on the wall, casting mysterious shadows on the gray surface. His fists clench and unclench, and he wonders if he should.

He couldn't resist. He wasn't strong enough, no… he reminds himself fiercely that it isn't real, that all of this is simply imageries.

All of his thoughts fade from his exhausted mind as an image flickers before him. His fists clench again, and Ariana, a young, cheery looking girl Dumbledore still remembers clearly in his mind is waving to him beyond the glass. Soon, Aberforth appears on Ariana's right, his arms around Ariana.

Dumbledore thinks that there wasn't a moment where had had envied anyone else more than he envied Aberforth right now. If only he had the chance to touch her again, and tell her that he was so, so sorry…

Both his parents, behind Aberforth and Ariana. They smile engagingly, and Dumbledore cannot help but smile back, lips shaking. A tear leaks from his eyes, and drips down onto his beard. Then there is a fifth addition. A golden-haired boy with a cheeky look about him waves at Dumbledore from behind, and Dumbledore can literally feel his heart stop. Gellert Grindelwald smiles, and pulls a funny face at him.

Dumbledore reaches out, his withered fingers trembling. He touches the cold surface of the mirror, and scrabbles around for a way to get in, so that he could feel Gellert's arm around his neck again, and share jokes.

He doesn't get in, of course.

It takes all of Dumbledore's willpower to turn and walk away, more tears falling wetly onto his beard. He never should have in the first place.

Behind his swiftly retreating form, the image on the mirror flickers, and fades away. Gellert's face is the last to disappear.