A/N: Just like I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Les Miserables either. Kudos to you if you are picking up the references within each chapter! An uncensored, full-length version of this may or may not appear soon on my LiveJournal (Since I started a T-rated story here, I thought I'd keep it T-rated for consistency...) Thank you to nighteyes00, RainbowRainbird, WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot and SaintRidley for their reviews on chapter one!

2

ALBUS

"I Dreamed a Dream"

Albus awakens under a tree in a meadow. He immediately notices that his head is in someone's lap, and that that someone is a someone he has not seen in years.

Apparently, Albus has travelled back in time several decades, for the Gellert Grindelwald sitting up against the tree-trunk, sleeping peacefully, in contrast to his latest pastimes, is teetering on the ridge between boyhood and manhood. Seventeen, one of the most magical ages. He is full of other contradictions too, like his mismatched eyes. Or the clash between his carelessly beautiful exterior and his wondrous mind that never slows down – the slightest shift on Albus' part is enough to rouse him. And he doesn't even need to vocalise his thoughts for Albus to understand him, as there is hardly any hesitation when the two lean towards each other.

Gellert is wondrous – exciting – captivating – mesmerising – bewitching – there is no word that can do justice to the feelings flooding through Albus.

Night comes abruptly, and he mutters to Gellert that he must be off.

"No," says Gellert softly, in that musical voice of his. "My house – tonight."

"Forgive me," replies Albus, knowing that there will always be tomorrow. He turns his back and begins to run – he has some idea that he must return to his house in Godric's Hollow – even though reason tells him that he, Aberforth and Ariana no longer live there – but he cannot stop. Perhaps he is fleeing from the flashes of lightning or the roaring thunder over his head. He is even more perplexed when he finds himself indoors – in Gellert's bedroom.

He tries to orientate himself. Confusion turns to shame - his clothes have vanished, and even worse, he is not alone in the room. And it is not even just Gellert and himself. There is someone whom Gellert, poised on the edge of his bed like a big cat, is beckoning to.

Another handsome young man, whose hair is as black as Gellert's is blonde, settles down by Gellert's side. "Tom, I cannot wait to see what you have become," Gellert says, slipping an arm around him. "My, how you've grown..."

Tom...Tom...is that Tom Riddle? Albus is horrified. But Tom is still a schoolboy – and this dark creature looks several years older than Gellert – although Gellert always looked so much younger, so much more innocent than he actually was.

The pair nestle closer – a tangle of wandering legs and arms – and a smirk now spreads across Gellert's once-beautiful face, as if he knows Albus has just realised that this is what Tom Riddle has grown up to be – Grindelwald's right-hand man – the other Dark Lord – the other child of the Prophecy – what Albus could have become, had he not stayed behind.

Gellert pulls Tom towards him as they stand up. They give each other meaningful looks. Albus can only wish that the earth would crack open and swallow him up – surely Hell could be no worse than this. But he cannot tear his eyes away from them, as they start unbuttoning their shirts. He can barely even bring himself to blink...

...and then he wakes up again.

Now he's middle-aged. Now he's in a large and comfortable, if cold and empty, bed of his own. Now the morning is coming to banish these dreams. For now.