For Camp Potter (First Aid - write an angst piece using the prompts forgive me, damage and warning signs); the Apprentice Competition (word: mischievous, quote: "The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We all have light and dark within us." -Sirius Black, song: Lights, by Ellie Goulding, specifically the line And I'm not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat, genre: romance and setting: the dungeons of Hogwarts); the If You Dare Challenge (541. Words Unspoken); the Pairing Diversity Bootcamp (7. antiques); the Fantastic beasts Challenge (Fwooper) and the Legendary Creatures Competition (Siren).

He knew he was dying.

He knew that every breath he took could well be his last. There was a reason he had asked Severus to kill him. If he hadn't been dying a slow, painful death, Draco Malfoy would be someone whose soul he wouldn't have had to worry about.

But he barely had a year of life left, a lifetime worth of things to do, and no matter how callous it sounded, the last thing he had time for was the soul of a young man who required far more work than he could give.

There were a million different things he wished he could have done in his lifetime. Flooded the dungeons like he did when he was twelve, stopped Tom Riddle from turning dark, helped the Death Eaters who had no choice – but those weren't wishes and desires he could fulfil.

If he had a bucket list of things to do before he die like the Muggles sometimes do, there would be only one thing that he could maybe achieve before he died.

Gellert.

The world remembered him as the Dark Lord Grindelwald who terrorized witches and wizards around the globe, and he as the champion who defeated him.

He?

He remembered him as the boy he was, with the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and the burning desire to fix the injustices of the wizarding world.

Gellert was…Gellert just was.

That was why he kept up his weekly visits to Nurmengrad. Of all the people he had met in his long life, it had only ever been Gellert who had had the ability to turn his head, and he wasn't going to die without letting the other man know.

"Hello Albus," a weathered voice said, breaking through his thoughts. "This is an unexpected visit."

"Hello Gellert," he replied, seating himself on the stone floor of the prison. Gellert mirrored him on the other side of the bars. This was the way they always liked to talk, face to face as equals. "Forgive me for the inconvenience, but I'm afraid I don't exactly bring good news with me."

Gellert looked at him with his inscrutable dark eyes for a few uncomfortable moments, almost as though he was staring into Albus' soul. "Tell me," he said eventually.

Breaking tradition, Albus pulled himself up, flicking open the iron door in front with his wand as he did so. "I'm dying," he said heavily, walking in to stand in front of his best friend, the man he loved more than anything in the world, for the first time in nearly a year. They were only granted the ability to touch each other once a year, and had it not been for the fact that Albus had no idea if he would be able to return next week, he would never have risked the loss of that privilege, along with those that allowed him to visit Gellert in the first place, by doing something so uncharacteristic.

Not that they ever had to stop him from doing so. Albus, of all people knew the damage that an unchained Gellert could do, and he had did not trust himself to be able to read the warning signs that said Gellert was becoming unstable once again. He refused to make that mistake again.

But this was a special case, and this news had to be said standing far closer to him than iron bars could allow.

Gellert didn't reply or react to his words, instead reaching out to touch him gently on the cheek.

They had never needed words anyways.

Albus turned his face into Gellert's touch, laying a faint kiss on his palm as he let slip the first tears he had cried over the life the two of them could have lived.

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