Letters from HP35 Owls

Chapter 8

Yet?Otherwise, why do I feel farther away from you?Based on the position of the sun, I think it's a certain day in January.

Now I can do nothing but be your listener.Albus, are you drinking your Christmas sherry again, tearfully writing letters to your distant love?We went back and forth like this, over and over again.Your handwriting hasn't changed a bit, and I'm running out of parchment.Most of my correspondents are dead.I have read every book in this room over and over again.I guess Fox is still alive?Is everything still the same?

I no longer suffer from insomnia.Reading Gertrude in a trance, one finds what she says makes sense.Listen to me, two syllables for one sentence.

Poor Albus.I'm hardly mad at you anymore.Fuck, I even want to apologize to you.You've never been married, had a family, and you've never had children, have you?You die with "it" and your little Potter boy, leaving you with nothing but that beautiful bird and a bag of candy.

But it means we have something in common.You and me - we both fell in love with someone better than ourselves and screwed everything up.I let you win that duel because I thought you would save me, you bastard who betrayed me, you left me here to rot.I know, you only care about that boy.But I will not be destroyed by you.You can't destroy me.

But we're too old, Albus.We belong to the stream that fed the mill a century ago, not trapped in a corner of the world, spending the rest of our lives in our towers.We belong before these correspondences destroy us, we belong to the beginning, when our talents were not shackled by duty, and our beauty was not corrupted by time.

I try not to think about anything.I don't think about you anymore, and I don't recall the past anymore, I just walk back and forth in my cell.Symbols were carved into the door—a triangle, a circle, and a vertical line.

you are right.That boy should at least walk in the sun and live the good life.And our goodness has been destroyed long, long ago.

Gellert Grindelwald

AD-GG

1997 year 6 month 9 day,

Gellert -

Crouching in search of the Elder Wand--Flashback Curse incident, heart-linked to Hal-Wand--he's looking for a replacement wand--

Gellert, if he finds out that "it" exists - if he follows the trail to G (Grigovitch) - Legilimency - he will come to you - he will do his best to you The dreaded thing—he might kill you—seems inevitable—

Forgive my haste.Time is running out.You should have been warned.

farewell,

Albus Dumbledore

GG-AD

Albus -

My watch is completely dead and I have no way of knowing the date.But I don't care either.Is that arrogant and rude bastard coming to me?marvelous!This is the best news I've heard in years.I love you so much because you don't even think about lying to me.You know I'll do this for you, right?

Albus, 50 years, 50 years {illegible scribbles}.I can't even imagine how I can stand without you?What am I going to do if you go down, if you go crazy like you like to pretend?There is nothing worse than not hearing from you again.There's nothing worse than ignoring me when you're silent, you're always too busy to talk to me, you always think I want you to leave me alone, you just don't have time.

There is always no time.Even now you're saying you're running out of time.Don't lie to me.Turn around and face me.

Voldemort?Send him to me.Send that brat here.You taught me Occlumency and I'd lie to him with my broken teeth and laugh in his face - omg I haven't seen anyone in ages - I think he'd do it fast and clean , because he thinks I'm afraid of death, right?But didn't we find a way to control death together?Shouldn't the Holy Grim Reaper be our third partner?Do you think Voldemort would be ashamed of the blood stained by my simple euthanasia?I want to laugh, laugh, and laugh at him—

You taught me Occlumency a century ago in Godric's Hollow.Your slender fingers hold the wand, and your golden-red thoughts are enough to kindle the flames, and it hurts me to be rejected by it.At that time we were together, the world was bright and beautiful, and the stream was gurgling outside the window, and then she died——

By the way, Voldemort's thoughts must taste bad, right?I'm not going to pass out just because I see someone, am I?Can I do the right thing for you right now?When years later, when you don't want to change the world anymore, and want to get rid of the world's troubles, you will take "it" to the grave, you beautiful and arrogant guy.

Remember how I could laugh no matter how tortured I was?He'll never get "it".Albus, look at me, I give up, I'm going crazy.Sob over your sherry now.I always hope, unrealistically, that you'd have the guts to confess to me—

You ask me if I remorse.OK, I'm almost insane right now, and I can totally tell you.Decades, Albus, I've been guilty of decades.Muggles screamed in my dreams, and I thought repeatedly of the rows of bodies I'd killed, the grieving families they'd left behind.Buried bodies.There was also a little girl in a red shawl who kept yelling.She's been dead for 50 years and she hasn't stopped screaming.Do you know why I hold you tight?Because more or less you are better than me.

Yes, I regret it, I hate myself and everything I've done.Of course, you understand this all along.As you know I'm going to die for your stupid plans to do with "it".As you know I will write back when you want me to write to you.As you know from the day we met, I love you.

You don't care about me, you just go and kill that boy.Potter and I are lambs you've prepared to sacrifice, to Voldemort, to the greater good.

But what can I say?You are a charming, warm-hearted, even lovely old man.And I'm a lonely old sinner who spends the rest of his life in repentance.Those Muggles were drawn by my wand and lined up in front of "it". Their bare feet rubbed against the ground in panic. launch out.So beautiful and alluring yet terrifying.Whenever I think of these, my internal organs are like being torn apart.

These are my last few parchments.I will write on the wall.I wish Voldemort would come before the house-elf died so I wouldn't starve, I think it would be better to be killed by him.I have been imprisoned in this room for 50 years, and I will stay forever. I use my skinned fingers to grab the door number——

Tell me what happened.If you don't have time, get a damn shorthand and tell me what the hell happened, just don't leave me here alone.Don't leave me here I let you win-

Are you wondering how to save a Horcrux (referring to Harry)?Why are you asking this?Still care about what these do?Is this what drains your emotions?Make you remorseful and cautious?Albus, I beg you, please fly away with me, but we are too old and broken to go back.

Answer me Albus if I wrote to you in my blood and begged you would you just look at me and don't leave me here-

But I never know what you think of me?I just know you don't hate me.Albus Dumbledore, do you know what you did to people?

Or do you have to...

My hair is already messy like weeds.The mice came back too—yes, they came back—for a few years, they got bolder and chewed my books.I still have their blood between my teeth.No, Mr. Voldemort, I never had "it", get the hell out of here and die.You see, it's not bad, I can finally do something right for the people I love.die for you.

I guess, you always thought that dark wizards never fell in love with anyone, did you?

Well, you are wrong.

The parchment is gone.No more wasting sheets.send me someDon't leave me here.

Gellert Grindelwald

Ministry of Magic - GG

1997 year 8 month 21 day,

Letter returned.Recipient, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, deceased.

Deepest condolences,

owl office

Ministry of Magic

Extra

In midsummer, Godric's Hollow, two miles from the village, was bathed in sweltering heat, lush greenery, and the sun was blinding, insects chirping in the bushes, and the sun shining through the green leaves.The teenagers held hands and walked in similar steps, the necklines of their robes were slightly open - Albus had a small bruise in the hollow of his neck beneath the cover of his beautiful long hair.

"Are you," asked Albus quietly, "fear of death?"

"Not in particular," Gellert replied casually.He was facing the setting sun with his eyes squinted, and his whole body was golden and dazzling. "I do not quite understand you."

"It's a line from an ancient poem I read this morning—those who seek the Hallows do so because they fear death."

"Ah, then I understand what you mean. But... no, I'm not particularly afraid, and it doesn't override my instinctive fear. This is the natural law of life. The high wall cuts off my way, but the sun will still set ...yes, it's annoying to think of things that can't be done - but why should I be afraid of being part of the real world