This is the last oneshot in this series, especially now that the Crimes of Grindelwald comes out in THREE TO FOUR DAYS (depending on where you live).
xoxo Leviosa
Albus Dumbledore had two kinds of days: the ones, where he was completely happy with his life, the ones on which he knew that he didn't care about the opinion of others, and the days she wished to drown in his own tears, because it was a secret, but not even that worked. If anyone ever asked him, why he had not been over Gellert Grindelwald, how he could fight against Grindelwald and leave him alive,, he wouldn't be able to answer. They did not know the truth, they did not know the reason why Gellert Grindelwald was better than Voldemort. He was his secret, and if anyone ever found out, they would rip him apart, because no one understood that love can change people to the better, even if it seems different. And over all, over everything else, Albus Dumbledore believed in the power of love. If anyone found out about him, his sister, his brother, and especially Gellert Grindelwald, he would be worse than dead. Years of being the greatest wizard in history and two words that could make everything he built um tumble down. He did nto want to hide it, he wanted to scream it into the world, because the truth was the only thing that could give him peace. The peace he needed more than anything else. In everything he said, everything he thought, he felt a piece of Grindelwald, and it teared him apart. That he could only love his true love in silence. And now that it was all done, now that he knew that love was able to conquer, to win against everything, he wanted to finally tell someone. But he couldn't, because the only other person that knew was Gellert himself. Gellert, who couldn't leave prison, because it made him weak, knowing what he had done. The person that still send him letters every night, because apparently he was still able to manipulate the guards into letting him send owls. But Gellert had found his peace, he knew how his story would end, and still he did not want to tell Albus. As if he wanted to save him. Heroes did not have to be good and villains did not have to be selfish. But after all, their tragedy could have a happy end. Not in the sense of that they lived happily ever after. Albus was not happy and neither was Gellert. They were in the second wizarding war, Harry Potter just turned sixteen and everything was so much more than just terrifying. The end of their story wasn't that they married and adopted five children that were absolutely adorable. No, the last sentence on their last page wouldn't be THE END. They loved eachother, even though they both had made huge mistakes, even though they did so many things wrong and everything had been complicated for so long, Albus loved Gellert Grindelwald.
If any student woke up this night, he would have probably seen the white and black firework on the sky, building the words: And he loved him back.
Slowly Albus came to the realization didn't need peace in his life, he didn't need anyone to know about it, because heir love was enough for him. And Voldemort would be defeated, because only love could change people. Like it had changed Gellert.