FIC! entry 17
Jul. 29th, 2007 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letterbladeDecember 5th, 1957
Gellert--
You've hammered in more than one nail. There is so much that I am afraid of, in the end. And--and I do not know what. The more I think on it all, on our history--decades of it by now, startlingly enough--the more I cannot untangle myself.
I first made my Pensieve, you realize, to sort through every memory I had of our time together. To look, with an objective eye, as best as I could, at who you were, what you were doing, how you were acting. To see if I should have been able to predict your actions, if I was as short-sighted and blinded to your darkness as everybody around me thought I was. So, yes, what you seek is there, well-preserved. "Yes," I said, "she might drop dead at the sight. Though of us or the blood magic, I'm not sure." I then went on with that ultimately doomed theory of mine about Transfiguration-based amplification of the latter.
I am sorry for the delay. It was a little thing, and fair to ask. But--no, I am still inexcusably tangled.
I must go, I am afraid.
Albus Dumbledore
December 25th, 1957
Albus--
That's odd. Fallibility of memory, I suppose? Because I keep thinking that you might have said that you loved me.
Gellert Grindelwald
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Gellert--
You've hammered in more than one nail. There is so much that I am afraid of, in the end. And--and I do not know what. The more I think on it all, on our history--decades of it by now, startlingly enough--the more I cannot untangle myself.
I first made my Pensieve, you realize, to sort through every memory I had of our time together. To look, with an objective eye, as best as I could, at who you were, what you were doing, how you were acting. To see if I should have been able to predict your actions, if I was as short-sighted and blinded to your darkness as everybody around me thought I was. So, yes, what you seek is there, well-preserved. "Yes," I said, "she might drop dead at the sight. Though of us or the blood magic, I'm not sure." I then went on with that ultimately doomed theory of mine about Transfiguration-based amplification of the latter.
I am sorry for the delay. It was a little thing, and fair to ask. But--no, I am still inexcusably tangled.
I must go, I am afraid.
Albus Dumbledore
December 25th, 1957
Albus--
That's odd. Fallibility of memory, I suppose? Because I keep thinking that you might have said that you loved me.
Gellert Grindelwald
...now they're saying something about mullet mardi-gras beads, and
shadesong is getting bodypainted.[entry in the Grindeldore for Goats Blogathon Venture; sponsor me here!]
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Date: Jul. 29th, 2007 04:42 am (UTC)Albus: Well, actually, every time I said
'as you wish''sherbet lemon' - what I really meant was...Gellert: *facepalms*
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Date: Jul. 29th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Jul. 31st, 2007 04:42 pm (UTC)