Dumbledore

Albus saw through the disguise. He knew what Gellert truly was inside.

But his irrational love for the boy allowed no room to see Gellert's flaws. He put up walls, pretending not to see the evil he knew coated his heart, covered it instead with images of themselves, invincible leaders of the revolution.

Until one day, the fragile walls crumbled.

He watched, frozen, as the curse hit his brother, as he twisted in the air. And they erupted into a duel, until the worst happened. His sister lay dead upon the floor.

If only his infatuation hadn't clouded his judgment.


Thanks to ToxicRainfall for the help deleting some of the words :)

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