Letters from HP35 Owls

Chapter 7

During the time we spent together, however, I was selfish and willful at that time, and I only had you in my eyes.Yes, when you care too much about someone, you will disregard all principles - but I am really crazy to trust you so much.I never thought that I would give up my principles completely, and you would leave just like that irresponsibly.

I think we envy each other.But now we have nothing to say but deny each other.But even so, sometimes I still—please don't.

Albus Dumbledore

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1982 year 3 month 16 day,

Dear Albus -

You know what, you're such a vile bitch.I mean, you're so great.Really, there is nothing sublime beyond the ordinary.You just have to go to the Nine Hells to understand that none of this is your fault, okay?Fuck you bastard, you don't even understand how you beat me?

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, there is no one in this world who knows you better than I do.Go kill your Dark Lord and end this.Sober up, stop beating yourself up, go for it like you used to, let the whole world tremble in front of you - it's just cruel, isn't it?But life is cruel.This time, let go of the truth and recognize the facts!

Don't lie to me again, old friend.God, I'm laughing like crazy right now because of you.I've seen you dance and take off your clothes and beg me to fuck you - of course you've never begged like that in your life, you pompous idiot - even if you can fool everyone, you Can't fool me.

Go kill Voldemort and tell me how you win later.Know yourself.Stop the fucking bullshit and save your owls too.

Gellert Grindelwald

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1982 year 6 month 27 day,

Grindelwald,

Regarding the truth of your question: I don't know what you're expressing - how did I win that battle?I have no idea.That should never have happened.You're right, I can't do it at all.It's just that I'm tired of opening the letter with a knife hidden in it.Also tired of seeing your owl fly by, that terribly heart-wrenching feeling.

I miss your early letters to me so much.I really miss it.I miss—you, and those tender consolations you gave me, all those years ago, when you first met my sister, before you had quite gone astray in the Dark Arts.But now, perhaps, we have nothing but memories.

I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll ever write to you again.

Albus Dumbledore

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1982 year 7 month 10 day,

Dumbledore—

Damn, you're still lying.go fuck it.

Gellert Grindelwald

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1989 year 8 month 9 day,

Dumbledore—

I wrote many letters and crumpled them again.Excuse me, write to me, please?

Lonely,

Gellert Grindelwald

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{A secret letter that can only be opened with the blood of Gellert Grindelwald}

1995 year 12 month 25 day,

Gellert,

After all this time, I am writing to you again, Merry Christmas.I want to confess to you that I have betrayed your trust.Voldemort was not completely defeated, and recently, after a fierce battle with the man he feared most, he returned unscathed and regrouped the Death Eaters in order to make a comeback.Old friend, it's the ghost of the Horcrux.Horcruxes and many other defensive spells.Also, I assure you I'm not lying, I really don't know why I beat you in that duel, I really don't know what you want me to say.

Well, I remember—I said I would never write to you again.But now, I accept your apology, of course, I accepted it many years ago.But I don't know what else to do, I can only beg you to bear with me...

Presumably you must have heard of Harry Potter, right?

I am sending this letter to you out of deep trust.I remember I said a long time ago that I have no real confidant.Strange to say, even though we have not been in touch for so many years, even though we have had countless quarrels, I still trust you most—only you will keep these secrets for me, about this unfinished war, about England, about Voldemort——

Harry Potter came to Hogwarts five years ago and, to your surprise, he was sorted into Gryffindor.His homework is above average, his teacher-student relationship is neither good nor bad, and he has a few rock-solid friends.Before coming to Hogwarts, he grew up in a Muggle family and lived a very miserable life of neglect and abuse.Of course, this is my gift, although to protect him, but it made his childhood very unhappy.His life was destined to be entangled with the primordial and ancient magic of love, which Voldemort refused to understand, not even you and me.I was struggling to describe him, an ordinary boy who was extraordinary.

He has endured too many things that he should not have suffered at this age, many of which were directly or indirectly caused by me.And—he didn't know it, he didn't even know the weight of the truth at all.

His fate was destined to be entangled with Voldemort's.Because of the unreasonable magic—

Gellert, I must sacrifice him.

I avoided this reality for so many years.How to put it, at the moment of the rebound of the Killing Curse, a fragment of Voldemort's soul, the fragment he used to make the Horcrux, was stripped from his body and attached to the innocent boy.This is about a prophecy, the twin snakes in the mist.Very old ancient magic—

I can't tell.how can i sayHe has to realize these on his own—

Gellert, he's a good boy.He is strong, brave, smart, and he deserves a better life.He deserves to grow up and get old slowly, and then fall in love with the person he likes, and when he gets old, he will have children and grandchildren around his knees, and send a few interesting letters to his friends from time to time.He deserves to live a carefree life of his own after destroying Voldemort, after getting rid of the shackles of fate and scars and other absurd things.I am willing to exchange my life for all of this, but it is impossible, there will never be a way, everything is a foregone conclusion.

I was terrified when I realized the full extent of your plans - the brutal methods of domination and the torture of Muggles.When you ran away from Ariana's body like a habitual criminal, yes, of course I was pissed.Very very angry.But I don't hate you, I never wanted to let bad luck befall you.So whatever you're doing, waking, sleeping, eating, and breathing, I don't want to burn you with eternal phoenix fire, but I want to do it to Voldemort - no, it should be Tom Riddle, that's It's his name, the rest is a sham - I'm going to throw in that demon that's bound to Harry's fate, I hate him so much, I hate him so deeply -

You don't cling to living things like cancerous tumors just to prolong life.Whatever you think, that alone is enough to make me regret it.As a Dark Lord, you are surprisingly fearless about death—

Sorry, but listen to me.I write to you in despair, to haunt you with an old man's unsolvable troubles, after we have said that there is nothing but bitterness between you and me.But, Gellert, I pushed him to his death for the greater good.

You said that neither Nurmengard nor I can destroy you.Yes, neither can.But Gellert, Tom and Harry have ruined me.I think after all you are stronger than me.

However, there is still a chance!It was tiny, but it was his last chance for survival.Harry might have survived - with the pain, what Muggles called battle fatigue, but he could.

But sometimes, holding on to hope is more painful than giving up.

ignore me.Laugh at me.I'm going to send an innocent boy into battle to be tortured and even die because that's what I have to do and I'm not going to apologize for that.Gellert, look at your door - I still live in blood and curse -

After everything we've been through together, after we've hurt each other deeply, only you can feel what it's like, and understand the full irony.Only you, my old friend.

I don't know how to proceed.I'm just a self righteous old bastard who doesn't know what to do.I can only help him and do what I think is right and possible to succeed.And the last thing I can do is to push this child to death with my own hands—things I have touched, people I have loved will be turned into dust—Gellert, I finally recognize myself, I am a monster—

Sorry, I can't write any more.

Albus Dumbledore

Plus, it's for us.

{Attachment: a pack of Lemon Sherbet}

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January 1996, perhaps—

Albus -

50 years.I've been in this damn place for 50 years.Over the years, none of you—including you—has ever sent me candy.Just the smell of them makes me tremble with excitement.This is the tastiest thing I've ever tasted in my life.

50 years.I'm so skinny and bruised that I can hardly believe I've ever been beautiful.I'm the only living prisoner here.The guards are gone, and a house-elf is pushing food to me over the fence.Even the magic on my watch is about to wear off.The hands trembled, and the date was illegible.I guess it takes about three days for an owl to get here from Hogwarts?or more?Does the world spread wider beneath my feet