Duo corda: Duo mundos

by Animofingi

In a world where magic and demons coexist, two men meet in a most unlikely place. One needing reassurance and the other, a drink. The battle for friendship and the cost of love are highly dangerous and very challenging. How will they and the outside world react? Rated T for language.

1. Chapter 1

*Author's note*

This is our/my first fic. Please be patient as school is tough, and therefore updates may not be regular but we/I will try our/my hardest. My co-author is called .Leppard

*Author's note*

Alec was royally pissed, even more so than usual. That evening was particularly shit. Izzy had cooked dinner which really didn't help matters. One of Alec's favourite meals, forever ruined. What did the Shepard's pie do it Izzy which caused it to be so badly slaughtered?

So Alec left the Institute, to go for a stroll and hopefully kill something. Eventually in his wander, he came across Magnus' apartment block, he came to the decision to clear his mind (and mouth). He came to the sleek, black front door, which would have been considered ordinary, apart from the man-sized flamingo sculptures on either side of it. Apparently Magnus was going through a new animal craze, but drinking was still a part of it.

Alec slammed his fist into the wooden panel. To which Magnus opened the door languidly and called out with a slow smile, "Come in pretty boy, I've missed you."

"I haven't missed you but the alcohol is another story."

"Well I can supply that among other things." Magus coyly smirked, inviting him in. The party was surprisingly tame for Magnus' taste. The room was decorated with red drapes, surrounded by warlocks, most of whom were dressed with Magnus' flamboyant style. This surprised Alec as Magnus was usually the only exception to the unspoken dress code (as dark as possible).

A man in what seemed to be a dressing gown, slowly rose to his feet. On closer inspection, Alec realised that this man was a similar age to him. However in this world looks can be deceiving, but the warlock lacked the weariness in his eyes, which often betrayed their age. With a dramatic swirl of his robes he drew closer to Alec and held out a long fingered hand. He introduced himself with a flowing timbre, which sent a shiver down Alec's spine. "The name's Dumbledore. Brian Dumbledore. Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Although you can call me Albus or Al."