[hp + night visit] return to the world

This is bound to be a restless night.

Albus leaned against the window and stared out at the night, which was as misty as a white finger, and he knew exactly what was hiding under it, and it only seemed to make it more fascinating, like…

"Dangerous idea!" said the woman in the portrait sternly.

"Yes." Albus turned his head and smiled, which made him look less Albus Dumbledore and more like 17 years old: "You know me very well."

The portrait stopped talking, and the auburn-haired boy fell into the large and gorgeous armchair deftly, looking around with his head propped up.Many fine silver instruments gleamed in bright lights, belched long thin puffs of smoke and hummed.

"I'm pretty sure I don't have any memories of this place, but I'm also sure that I lived here once." He said thoughtfully: "It's really interesting, as if talking to another me through time."

Fox sang low on the perch and landed on his shoulder.

"You know, now I think it's good to be a headmaster." He said to Fenghuang, who looked at him with dark eyes full of aura: "I never expected to have a Phoenix, and I always hoped that Anna and Abufu As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, this should not be difficult."

Fox looked at the young man quietly, and finally there was a hint of wavering in the latter's eyes.

"I really miss them, but how do I face them?" He said softly, more to himself than Phoenix: "Gellert and I ran away, and Aberforth didn't return to Hogwarts in the end." Gellert said he kept a tavern for a living in Hogsmeade and was on the run. I know I'm ridiculous for saying that, Aberforth and Anna - almost a hundred years old at least! Can they handle it?"

"Of course." Albus tapped lightly on the table, thinking of Gellert assuring himself that they were safe, and pleading to another voice in his head: "I trust Gellert."

Perhaps accidentally bumping into a shelf during the movement, something heavy rolled off the ledge and onto the floor with a loud noise - Albus thought it might be Galleons or a seal at first, until he bent down to see it clearly look.

"This is... unbelievable." He whispered in surprise, fascinatedly putting the ring on his finger, the rough workmanship of the ring stood out clearly on his slender white finger.Albus fingered the ring in bewilderment, and soon he realized that the large black stone in the middle could turn.

Cautiously, with inarticulate anticipation and fear, Albus tried turning the ring three times.

There were some small voices all around, and the curtain moved so gently that it was no more trembling than him. A tall and thin man came out from there, as if he came out of nowhere, without any support.

"Albus." The man spoke in a low voice, looking more illusory than a living person, but more real than a ghost. There was pride and sadness in his voice, and his tough face was soft at the moment: "I'm sorry."

Albus stood there, unable to say anything for a moment, and when he was able to speak, his amazingly blue eyes were a little moist: "It wasn't your fault... Dad."

"We are proud of you, me, and your mother." Percival Dumbledore said calmly, "She has something to tell you."

Albus turned his gaze to the fluttering curtain again, and he was greeted by two pairs of eyes with the same nostalgia.

"Anna?" He trembled, retreating from shock and pain: "How—"

The blond girl clutched the corner of her mother's clothes and looked at him timidly, then showed a lily-like smile that had just bloomed.

"This is the destination that all of us will eventually face." Kendela shook his head, lovingly covering Albus's forehead: "Don't dwell on the past."

"What happened?" Albus said hoarsely, "Mom?"

"Albus." Through the blurred lens, the girl called his name for the first time, her voice was hoarse, and she followed the rhythm of a song: "I love you, and Aberforth."

"I know," whispered Albus, still shaken by her youthful beauty: "I too—"

"Albus!" Gellert stood at the door with a face full of panic, his eyes wandered from the other party's posture of kneeling on the ground and hugging to the ring on his knuckles, his eyes darkened instantly: "What are you doing? !"

Before the other party had time to react, he had already strode forward, snatched the ring from his hand, and everything around him disappeared in an instant.

The auburn-haired boy stared at him blankly, but hadn't recovered yet.

"No matter what you see, don't believe it." Gellert grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him closer until their noses touched. "That ring was a trap, it nearly killed you!"

"I don't understand." Albus looked at Gellert in confusion, as if he was simply puzzled: "I saw Anna."

Gellert said nothing.

"What happened?" Albus asked. "Look at me, Gellert, Anna she—"

"She's dead," Gellert said, covering his face with his hands and bowing deeply. He knew what he was about to face, eyes full of tears, an incredible blue.

"So... what happened?" its owner demanded, "Tell me, Gail."

"It's all my fault." Gellert's voice was filled with intense self-loathing, and Albus saw deep pain in his face, and he couldn't blame him, at least for a second. "We went away, took the Hallows from other people, made enemies, and there were years when St Mungo's wasn't as bad as it used to be, and Anna was sent to a special ward for treatment, and no one thought the fight would spread to There, we were only a few minutes away from her, it was a complete accident, you know her illness—”

He couldn't go on, or finished, and looked up slowly at Albus, who seemed rather quiet, to his discomfiture.

"Nearly a century has passed." The red-haired boy said quietly, tears kept rolling down the bridge of his straight nose, but he didn't seem to notice: "But I'm stuck in the past, Gellert, I can't possibly Hope nothing changes."

"As long as you want to," his blond lover replied immediately, with cruel desperation in his words: "Nothing will change, Al, as long as you want to."

But Albus just tried to push the other's arms around him, even as they tightened: "I think I need to be alone."

"Do not."

"Let me go," said Albus calmly, "—Gellert."

"Al!"

Albus stopped struggling, he froze, and Gellert knelt before him, wrapping his arms around his knees like a helpless child.

"Gellert, are you crying?"

Gellert didn't answer, the blond hair was scattered on Albus's knees, and Albus couldn't help but touch those hairs gently with his hands: "What?"

His voice was so soft that Albus had to duck his head to get closer to him, and this time, he heard the repeated frantic whisper of his name.

The red-haired wizard looked down at the man on his lap in bewilderment.

"do not leave Me."

It was too late to throw back his head, and Albus felt his lips were bleeding, and the pain was burning, and soon this little pain was nothing.Because Gellert was pressing on him, his lips and tongue sensitively and forcefully wrapped and turned|stirred his mouth.The kiss went deep into his throat, and he tried to protest, which eventually turned into an unconscious convulsion|convulsion.He doesn't even have a second mouth for breathing.

"Don't..." In the confusion, one or two syllables leaked out, and they were finally strangled in the air.Albus grasped Gellert's front in panic, his body was smooth and powerful, and now he was clinging tightly to him, like a hunting feline, cruelly and slowly sucking the air out of his chest bit by bit do.

Albus felt himself sinking slowly into a dignified darkness.

"You promised me." Then he heard Gellert's voice, as if from far away, and as if right in his ear, enough to slowly bring him back to his senses: "Albus."

"I don't remember anything I promised." The red-haired wizard sighed, finding his voice, and soon he realized that he was naked, and Gellert's hand was gliding over his body, tender and unforgiving. Spread his legs suspiciously.Albus turned his head away in shame, blood rushing to his face from all over his body. "You scare me."

Oddly, the words sound familiar.I admit it, and a part of Albus feels relieved to admit that Gellert genuinely frightens him to the extent and the way he affects him.just a little bit --

"You have nowhere to go." Gellert leaned closer, breathing on his lover's face.Slowly, he gently wrapped Albus' hair scattered on both sides of his cheeks behind his ears, and watched him quietly: "I love you, Al."

Albus opened his eyes wide.

"I can never really say no to you," he said at last.

They cuddled together silently and lovingly, caressing each other, and the restlessness of the night was gone.Albus felt himself being turned gently, and Gellert's hot kiss landed on his slightly protruding spine, igniting some kind of weak but tenacious fire inside him, making him tremble uncontrollably .

And then Gellert was inside him, not that they hadn't done it before, but now more than ever the fact shocked Albus, and he shivered and crumbled, turning and moaning as Gellert's forceful attack.

"you belong to Me."

"..."

"Al."

Dazed, Albus tried to turn around and kiss him, but Gellert stopped him softly, covering his eyes with warm palms before allowing Albus to turn around: "Don't look at me." He lowered his voice. "Otherwise I might leave immediately."

"What are you afraid of." Albus asked softly, "Tell me?" He took his lover's wrist and slowly pulled it away, his eyes focused.

Gellert shuddered a little and looked away, but Albus held his face in his hands to keep him from hiding from him. "Look at me." He said firmly, "Don't tell me you dare not."

"You're playing with fire." The blond wizard shook off the opponent's hand irritably, gave up avoiding it, and bit Albus' lip in revenge, this time both of them really tasted the blood.The face-to-face union made everything blurry and powerful, and Albus moaned impatiently, and he saw Gellert's expression clearly - eyes closed, focused, almost fierce, his soft blond hair seemed to flow. Flame fell down on his face, and the stretched back was like a rush of violin music.Feeling unable to take any more, Albus closed his eyes.

"No, Gale." He moaned, his voice breaking. "I can't stand it."

"You can." Gellert breathed heavily beside Albus's ear: "Accept me."

Albus stopped talking, sweat dripping from his tightly closed eyelids and running down his auburn hair onto his neck.In the hot, murky chaos, the torrents of the world mingled with them, unburdened them and pressed them at every moment, and with the last few powerful intrusions, Albus clenched his fingers and let out a cry of collapse, and all was silent again. down.

"Where am I?" Albus didn't speak until the body temperature of both of them returned to normal, thin sweat wrapped his young body, strangely, he felt relieved: "I hope you don't tell me..."

"We're at Hogwarts, your office, yes." Gellert said casually, "What's wrong?"

Albus pushed him away and sat up. Now he was sure that Gellert had indeed pressed him on the spacious desk just now. The scene was a mess, with delicate instruments, colored candies and cockroaches scattered all over the floor.

"My God..." He covered his face, noticing that the portraits on the wall were all suspiciously empty—although, he might have heard small breathing sounds in one or two of them.

"Don't worry." The blond wizard picked up the robe nonchalantly and draped it over his lover, scanning the row of empty picture frames piercingly, and Albus couldn't help noticing that a few were visibly shaking.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll find out it was just a dream." He said weakly, gripping the robes around him, not having the strength to protest Gellert's hands still around his waist.In a trance, he was guided into the bedroom and fell into the soft big bed.If it wasn't for the faint terrified shouts coming from outside, he might have fallen asleep in the next second.

"Did you hear it?"

"What? No."

"Don't..." Albus stopped the other party from trying to cast a silencing spell: "Someone is screaming."

Gellert listened intently for a moment, frowning dissatisfied.

"Stay here, Al." Without giving the other party a chance to refute, he quickly got up, put on a robe casually, and stopped and turned around when he walked to the door: "Promise me?"

"Fine." The red-haired boy in the quilt murmured, a strong and abnormal drowsiness hit him, making him unable to think: "Did you curse me, Gellert? No... I won't disappear."

The blond wizard paused at the door for a few more seconds, confirming that the person on the bed had fallen asleep under the influence of the spell, and then strode out of the room. The stone monster at the door of the principal's office jumped to the sides respectfully, while winking and peeking at his back. Disappears around the corner.