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Interviewer: You must have admired him a lot? I mean, he was the greatest wizard in our century, and being his best friend must have felt like an honor.

Elphias Doge: Just because Albus was brilliant and all of these things, doesn't mean that being with him felt like I was talking to someone famous. He had strict morals and dreams, he held onto them and he didn't care what others were thinking of him much. Not to the outside at least. Albus was someone... You could listen to him all day, he had so many ideas and thoughts... But even though he was a genius, he still was a person like everyone else. And in general, it didn't feel special to know him because he was so known, Being with him as a person was like a miracle itself.

Gellert couldn't count the hours he had been staring at this article. Again and again and again. Albus couldn't be dead, he couldn't just... If Gellert had known, if he hadn't been in this prison... He could have saved him, couldn't he? But he shouldn't live in the past, he shouldn't sit here and mourn that he did not have any chance to go to the funeral of the onlly person he had ever been in love with. He had regrettted so many things in his life, leaving Albus was the biggest of them. The worst part about being a seer was that he could see all the things that could've been. He wanted to see Albus smile again. He wanted to kiss him one last time. Albus was the only one that had ever believed in him, the only one who ever wanted to make him good. And in the end, he had won. And still, it would have been so much easier when he had not run away. His future, shatterred by his on decisions.

Time passed differently in Nurmengard. Sometimes days felt not longer than seconds and a second was longer than a hundred years. Every day was the same, the same dark walls. Gellert would normally be more than just terrifyed that he had to live all alone, there was no human living within a hundred miles. Normally, he would do everything to get out of this dark place. But somehow it didn't matter to him anymore, he was no longer escared of the dark and no longer scared to be alone. It felt better to be in here, with his own peace, than to be outside, with a war in front of his window. Of every person he would have awaited, it surprised him the most that Rita Skeeter felt the need to interview him. People in general were pathetic, but she was the most dependable, worthless witch he had ever seen. It really had been a mistake to go after the muggle community and not after this worthless creature. Rita would have something to learn from the muggles, he was almost sure. "Gellert... I've always wanted to meet you... You're life was so fascinating... I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am...", she began ad threw back her blond locks. Gellert hated nothing more than people trying to manipulate him. As if they didn't know that he would see through it. He interrupted her. "I know your name. Why did you come, i didn't invite you here and I'd like you to leave immediately, Madam. I am celebrating my loneliness, and to do so, I have to be alone" In the second as he had seen her overused firered lipstick, he had known that he would hate her. And he had no problem being rude to someone, he was Gellert Grindelwald, he had lost everything, but he wouldn't lose his pride just because he was sitting in a dark cell looking like a corpse. Rita laughed fakely. "Oh, it's Miss. And I wanted to talk to you about Mr. Dumbledore. I'm sure you won't mind that I talk to you for a fiew minutes, it won't be long, I promise"

He couldn't prevent her from sitting next to him and making an interview with him. "So, dear Gellert, I'd like to talk about your relationship with Albus Dumbledore. What did you think of him, before your legendary duel? I know everything, you shouldn't lie to me" "I once thought I knew everything too. Spoilers: It ended like this. I am not talking about Albus, I know you are just here to throw dirt on his name. And I thought your parents had taught you that you shouldn't talk badly about the dead. My parents certainly taught that to me. You know, before they were killed by muggles" Rita Skeeter didn't even possess the politeness to gasp or to show that the death of his parents was something sad. Instead, she smiled. Could he possibly hate her more? Yes, yes he could. "How come you know his first name and talk about him in present tense? Does that mean something? Of course it does. But i'd like to hear it from you, Honey" Ritas fake smile made Gellert want to strangle her. He couldn't, he was too weak and he did not even have a wand. But he tried to calm down, tried to come back into his old life. Rita Skeeter would regret meeting him. And if there was something Gellert was good at, it was lying. Lies mixed with truth were the perfect way to conquer. "I am sorry, Rita... Just, every time I think back, it makes me sentimental. I really despise being sentimental. But after all these years of hiding... I suppose it will make me feel better to talk about it. Albus... He broke my heart. I never really recovered from it. I never really gave something on quotes and things other people say... But it really is true... Loving too hard really makes you turn to darkness. Because, if you can't heal your heart, you look for a way to escape reality, to make the times you loved so much, come back. Even if it means conquering the world and killing hundreds of people... You still have the hope that creating a new world will make the person you love come back... Trust me, it never happens. And Albus... Albus told me that he would never love me, even if I win the war. I couldn't duel him after he said that. I was too weak, I gave up. He broke my heart, but I still love him, like I loved him when I was sixteen. That I loved him doesn't undo the things I did, the people I killed, but atleast, you will understand what Albus did to me. And that, in a way, it was all his fault. He made me the person I am. And then... I got bitter... Love doesn't make you stronger, it weakens you. You might not know that I am a seer, but I am. And I could see that without him, I would have become king. I had no decision, Rita. I had to give up, he forced me to do so. Most people won't believe me when I say it, but Albus Dumbledore was manipulative, even more than I am. He plays with people. Nothing he says is true and nothing he said to me was the truth. I guess, it made him happy to see me suffer. There you have your greatest story of all time... Albus Dumbledores life isn't as bright as you thought it was. In the end, the glorious image he shows to the world, is build on the lies and on the grave of his sister", Gellert whispered. He blinked a fiew times, in the hope that his talent for acting had not left him. It was still there. Just like the single tear that rolled down his face. Rita Skeeters eyes were as big as a dragon egg, and he knew that he wanted to believe him. Dirt was so much easier to sell than the story of the brave man Albus had been. Gellert followed Ritas green quill, which quickly wrote down, into Ritas new book, all the things Gellert had said, obviously decorated with a fiew dramatic adjectives. "Thank you for telling me the truth, Gellert. You really helped me a lot", she said and stared at him, her eyes full of admiration. For a fiew seconds, Gellert was proud to be the king of liars. He would have to be fast to get what he wanted. Petrificus Totallus, he whispered, moved his hands in strange patterns and wished that his talent for wandless magic did not leave him either. Ritas eyes widened, but she couldn't move as Gellert took the book and wrote into the book:

Those who knew Albus will know what is truth and what are lies. The others may never know the truth. Because words don't mean truth. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a great person, who believed in the good in every person, no matter how terrible they really were. Don't trust gossip, if you don't know what really happened.

- Gellert Grindelwald

Rita would regret writing lies about Albus.