The Song: Will I? by the Original Broadway Rent Cast
The Inspiration: Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow, From this nightmare?
The Characters: Gellert Grindewald
The Rating: K+
The Disclaimer: Rated for homosexuality. Skip if you have aversions to such things. Oh, and not mine.
Written for mustardgirl, aka, Lola, who reviews ever single one of my stories, and loves all of them. She has found time and inspiration to write a lot of wonderful stories, 92! I haven't read them all, but I'm positive that they're all amazing. Many thanks, Lola, for being able to fling maturity away with me and PM RENT lyrics back and forth. We are so unbelievably cool, aren't we?
(mirrors)
…
Gellert Grindewald looked long and hard at the man who stood before him, wand at the ready. Neither of them moved.
He knew this man, once. He loved this man, once.
Once?
Still.
He loved Albus Dumbledore, and with a reluctant flick of the wrist, he raised his wand. They began to circle.
Albus took two steps to the right. Gellert followed.
He remembered sitting in two separate armchairs, elbows touching, feet touching. They would read, and plan their way away from the small town where they were each tethered. At night, the two dogs gnawed on their ropes. He gave a hoarse laugh, stepping forwards as Albus did.
They were mirrors, one took a step, the other took a step. They were mirrors in motion only. Weight was balanced on the balls of feet as they moved like athletes. Ever ready to spring. Wands never lost their target, eyes never left the other.
But the eyes, the eyes were different.
Gellert's eyes were cold, his emotions hiding behind the mask he had carefully made. It had taken him so long to perfect the smolder in his eyes, the indifference to the fate of the one he held at wandpoint. Albus's eyes were sorrowful, and vengeful, and… and loving.
He daren't say anything, but he was sure he saw loving in the blue eyes. Merlin, they sparkled just like they used to.
Gellert threw water on the smoldering coals in his eyes, and opened them, without the mask. He let Albus see the loving in his own eyes, and then they were mirrors in motion, and eyes.
Albus fired a spell, which Gellert countered. He then sent a curse at Albus.
No curse was sent with as much love as the one Gellert Grindewald shot at the man he loved.