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Chapter 19

Albus had waited for too long, finally, Grindelwald came. For a second, he seemed confused, but then the same old, charming smile appeared on his face. He was in manipulating mood, as always. Don't look at his smile, don't look into his eyes, you don't know what he wants from you, maybe he is just trying to intimidate you. "Albus. It's good to see you, Al", he whispered. Why did he always have to whisper? "I'm not Al for you anymore, Gellert. And also try to speak like a normal human once", he said, whispering the same way Grindelwald did. Said person rolled the eyes, while laughing. "I missed you too. Look at you, the same person I once knew so good. Why do we have to be on different sides? Why is life so cruel to me? What did I do to deserve this torture?", he asked himself. "Oh, I don't know, maybe kill my sister", he said bitterly. He tried to build the walls around his heart up, he wouldn't let it happen again. He would never trust Gellert again, he had learned too often that he used people like toys. Dumbledore shouldn't listen to his words, he was a liar, a liar with the face of an angel. Albus should stop thinking these things, he should stop the memories in his brain. This was the possible murderer of his sister, he shouldn't feel this way. For once, Grindelwald was quiet. "You forgot her, did you? I don't know why you believe that you can win this war with yourself. I never wanted to fight you, Gellert, but I know that there will come a time, when I have to. It's just me against you, it's not like the rest of the world is against us. The only thing I ever wanted was our dream, I think about it every night and every day. But every dream dies when you wake up. And I guess, that I woke up, after Arianas death. I will never ever be on your side, because you try to make peace and justice by fighting", Albus said. There was just this strange little room, and on the other end of it, about a meter away from him, sat Gellert. Albus looked directly into his eyes. This time, he wouldn't lose control, he wouldn't lose against this feeling. He was the wisest man in his century. He wouldn't let anyone control him, not even his first love. Dumbledore felt as if they were both in a wrestling competition. They both had the same goal: to get the opponent onto their side. But most of it was just a show, Gellert was a seer, he already knew how it would end. Albus wasn't ready to give up, even if Grindelwald could see that he would win this war. Gelllert had never been a true seer, he had the ability to see the future, but not all of his visions were true. There was still a chance, and he would fight for it. In every human was a bit good, and he was willing to fight his whole life for the little part of Grindelwalds heart, that understood that he was doing something wrong. Dumbledore remembered everything, every time he saw Gellert. In the end, they were like fire and air: they needed each other, but they could destroy each other in just a moment. Albus saw the fire in Gellerts eyes, the same fire as always. A bit mad, a bit believing in the things he said, but the rest was just pain, the pain of destroying everything that mattered to him by accident or on purpose. "Some dreams can come true, Al. Some dreams came true while you slept your hundred-year lasting sleep", he murmured. And for once, Albus had no idea what he was talking about. "Excuse me, Albus Percival, I have a cure to get into my hands", he said and disapparated.In the same second as the about ten acolytes under him. Grindelwald had taken the cure.

"Albus", the only thing that came over Gellerts lips was his name. His name and only his name . He said so much more, but it did not matter to him, it was wrong, like everything else in his life. Everything except Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "Albus", he said again. Stupid, stupid, why did he have to be so stupid? What had happened to the real Gellert, the one who could talk hours to convince anyone of anything. All his confidence, taken away by just one word. Then, as if he hadn't embarrassed himself enough, he hurt his head at the ceiling, the attic wasn't made for tall people, probably the reason why Dumbledore sat on the floor. He did not see anything except Albus, as he fell on the floor. At least he could see in his eyes now. Gellert wished he hadn't done it. You have a plan. You have a plan. Manipulate him or whatever. Say what your heart tells you, you know some cheesy believer stuff, to distract him, until you find the cure. Because that was his plan. He would steal the cure and his acolytes had just now destroyed everything Flamel had written down about it, so Credence could just get it from him. Credence would want to be cured, and he would be, after he had helped Grindelwalds cause. Newt would do the same, everyone of them would lose something they loved. They had to give up before Albus could get him to give up first. He would win this somehow, he would win, even though of his feelings, even though all the mistakes he had done. A new world, for Ariana. But instead of Gellert talking, Albus began to speak. Every word made Ariana die again. He believed in the things he wanted, he would fight for his new world, he wouldn't give up. It was the only kind of mantra he had. He was strong enough to survive, he could control himself, the world. What was Albus even saying? He did not know anymore. In the right moment, his brain came back, and caught the bottle with the cure, next to Albus. Gellert was too confused to do anything now except glancing at Albus. "Some dreams came true, while you slept your hundred year lasting sleep, Albus", he said and grabbed Albus hat, which had been lying next to the bottle and disapparated, just like his acolytes had done minutes ago. He had always wanted to have Albus hat. If he had his hat, he could pretend. It was something he could remember when he ended up in prison, old and alone. When Voldemort would come and kill him. Some things really came true, like his feelings. The time he hadn't seen Albus, had made them just worse. There would be a time when he would have to choose between fighting and giving up, just like Credence said. It all had to do with Albus. He was the one to end the war.

"How could that happen? You know that this is the end of your brilliant plan, Albus, do you?!" "Calm down, Nicholas. By the way I told you that the only way to prevent him from doing this was letting me protect the house. But you were so stubborn. Stay positive. We are lucky that Grindelwald did not kill us", Dumbledore tried to calm Mr. Flamel down. "Positive? How am I supposed to stay positive?! This little wanna-be wizard with his forty years destroyed everything I ever worked for. My master piece, and then he comes and destroys it, as if it wasn't important. All the work, a hundred years of work, destroyed by just one wizard! I will kill Grindelwald, for what he did. I will kill him, with my bare hands, and he will wish that he did not mess with the oldest wizard of worlds history. I am stronger than he will ever be, if I wasn't, I wouldn't have survived all the wars and all the time. He will regret, regret until he wants nothing more than to be dead. He should never steal anyone's life work again. No one can get away with stealing my cure. I promised Credence and Malena to save them. I promised. I don't break promises. Goodbye, Gellert Grindelwald", he heard Newt Nicholas Flamel say. He was angrier than he had ever imagined him to be. Newt actually had wanted to sleep, but the two wizards argued too loud in the living room. Newt had no idea how Jacob could sleep with this much noise in his ears. Slowly Newt walked down the stairs, in his coat (he had wanted to feed the Niffler, which was why he had to wear the dark blue coat, the complete opposite of shiny). He stopped at the last step, where Queenie stood, her hands on her ears and Tina who was calming her down. Newt waved shortly, Tina waved back and rolled the eyes at the fighting two wizards. "You can't fight evil with being evil, Nicholas. You can't kill Gellert Grindelwald. We have to find a peaceful resolution. Besides, wouldn't it be a more satisfying possibility to imprison him for the rest of his life? He wouldn't steal your work anymore. It would be cruel to kill him, Nicholas. He has to stay alive, he is the only one who can give us the cure", Dumbledore said, louder, almost as loud as Flamels voice. It was early in the morning and the first thing newt saw in the living room was that the door was a little broken. Someone had repaired it, but still, you could see that it had been kicked down. The light shined through some of the holes in the door. "DUMBLEDORE. He has done too much, we can't let him get away. We have to cure Credence, we have to stop before it comes to a war. The last time they imprisoned him, he escaped. How can we be sure that it doesn't happen this time?!" "It won't!" "Of course, the great Albus Dumbledore knows what to do. Why do you always think you're right? Oh, right, you don't. You are just an insecure wizard, haunted by his past. You are so scared to be wrong, to go the wrong way, that you don't risk anything. We have to kill Grindelwald, believe me, it's the only way" "Why am I scared to be wrong, Nicholas? Why don't I become the minister of magic? Why? Because I, instead of you, learned that power and violence destroy people. It destroyed Grindelwald, it will destroy you, if you aren't careful", they both were now screaming. Neither Nicholas nor Albus saw Queenie, Tina and Newt on the stairs, they were too busy fighting. Newt believed that if they didn't immediately stop, they would duel each other. It would happen. But he couldn't do anything. There was no way to stop it. Suddenly, someone screamed. He didn't know what it was, but Dumbledore immediately was quiet, tears in his eyes. A second later, Flamel also was silent. Newt realized, that it had been Queenie, who was crying, Tinas hand on her shoulder and her own hands on her ears, as if she could stop reading their minds, if she put her hands on them. She said STOP. "Stop, Stop fighting. Stop for once. You know why Grindelwald could steal the cure? Because you argue, because you don't want peace, because you don't understand that you have to damn work together. So, just for once, stop thinking and go back to the friendship you two had, before Grindelwald came", Queenie almost screamed. She took the hands of her ears. Newt hugged her, it was the only thing he knew that could make her feel better. And he hugged Tina, not because of Queenie but because of... Because of what again? He had forgotten, but he did hug her.

It still hurt, it hurt every time. He didn't read the newspapers anymore, he didn't ask anyone about their opinions. He didn't care about other people anymore, there was too much he had done wrong, there was too much he did not want to feel again. The visions made it worse. He did not want to close his eyes anymore, he was too scared. Why should he be scared, he, Gellert Grindelwald, the greatest wizard of his time? There was no way that he could give up, there was no reason to give up, was there? He would fight until the end of his life, he would survive or die. It hurt every time someone said his name, it hurt every time someone said that he was a liar, that he manipulated and killed innocents. It hurt and everything he ever wanted to do was forget. But there was no way. There was too much behind him, too many sacrifices, he couldn't say goodbye to the greater good. Once in his life, he met a seer. A true seer, he didn't remember her name. But her words haunted him every night, even if he couldn't sleep. He would lose everything, he would lose everything, because he had tried to manipulate and lie to someone who would gave up everything for him. He would give up, not because he wasn't able to fight anymore, but he would give up, because there was only one way to make up for the mistakes. Liar. A word to destroy his life, a word to make it clear to him what he had done. And now he was sitting here and realized what he had lost. Gellert had not wanted to fall in love. Surely, Albus was brilliant, he was great, and he was beautiful. But Gellert did not love anyone. He shouldn't, he had not wanted to let anyone destroy the walls around his heart. He was used to manipulating everyone around him, he was used to telling people things that were partly lies. Grindelwald did not plan on falling in love. Love was such an overrated word. True love was cliché. What did it use him to depend on someone else?

Gellert Grindelwald did not fall in love with people. But Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not people. Gellert Grindelwald did not intend to really love him, he was a bored teenager who was just fascinated by this other boy. Albus came and crashed all of his plans. In the end, Gellert didn't manipulate him. At the end of this summer, he fell in love.