Avada Kedavra
(This was your mistake at Durmstrang! But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never had met.)
Albus
Sometimes, I wonder if it would have been better if we had never met. But then again, how pointless my life would be, he gave me direction and a place to start. I needed his brilliance to organize my movement, something I always thought we'd do together.
I run my fingers over his name, the ink had faded from me doing this so many times, but what is left of my love, my light, is on this piece of parchment.
He had changed by the time we met again. A strong muggle advocator, professor at Hogwarts, he was beloved and respected. The worst three hours of my life, brilliant fireworks bursting from our wands, aimed at each other, reminiscent of our first battle at Godric's Hollow. In the end he beat the unbeatable wand, a wand we had hoped to find and become master over together.
I hear a door open downstairs but knew it would take a while for the Lord to get up here, he knows I know he's here, wants me to wait in suspense. He talks in parseltongue, a testament to his lineage, the greatest dark wizard of all time, greater than me. In the highest cell in my Nurmengard I sit and wait, a fallen king looking out over my broken kingdom.
I get why Albus wanted me to leave. Ariana. She was his biggest secret. I knew, of course, she existed but i never saw her. That day was the third time. That day was the the last time. I didn't stay for the funeral, though I heard about it, he and Aberforth fought, his beautiful face marred with a broken nose. To me she was just the first in a long line of casualties for the greater good.
Finally he enters the room, I looked up and smile. "Ah, Tom, I thought you would come one day." He asks for it, but I don't have it anymore.
"The name Grindelwald! The name!"
"Dumbledore," I close my eyes and expect to join my love.
"Avada Kedavra!"