FIC! entry 20
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letterbladeNovember 13th, 1981
Gellert--
This owl is perhaps a decade later than you expected, old friend? And I am not yet sure that I am through with Voldemert, per se. But I did appreciate your optimism many times during the war, even though he actually gave me a good deal more trouble than you did. Not to insult your Dark Lordliness, but he had a few specific advantages, particularly a natural talent for Legilimency which rivaled my own, and which I was unable to predict until far too late in the game...
But I digress. Through a very interesting turn of events, Voldemort is--not defeated for good, certainly, though most would like to think so. I believe, though, that he is staved off, set back, for years, most likely, and when he returns, he shall be very weak.
I agree as to the disappointment involved in owling an unresponsive correspondent. But, Gellert, the battle against Voldemort was tooth and nail, and I organized the front force while maintaining Hogwarts. I have grown unfamiliar as of late with my bedcurtains, and particularly in the past year, I feel as if I have seen new-carved headstones more often. There has been so little time...
Even now, more than a month after his defeat, I battle exhaustion. But I do not wish to abandon you, old friend, even though I have done so for years. Sherbert lemons for my conscience, you said once, but they never seem to do any good.
I am sorry to hear of your friend's death. I am sorry for so much.
There have been some peculiar rumors spreading about you, amongst the Dark wizards and the underground of Europe--as I'd been working about that area quite a bit, trying to stem Voldemort's control of the werewolves and giants. They say old Grindelwald has shown remorse in his moldering cell. They say he cries in grief for his victims. A decade ago I would have thought this nonsense, but it has been a very, very long ten years, changing the whole face of Britain. I have seen men and women I thought I knew so well altered to the very roots of their identities. So it is easy for me to imagine that all this volcanic upset could have spread across the channel, up the mountains to Nurmengard.
And it has been so long since we truly corresponded. So long since I knew your heart. So let me ask you, just this once, in all sincerity, no mockery--how are you, old friend?
Albus Dumbledore
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Gellert--
This owl is perhaps a decade later than you expected, old friend? And I am not yet sure that I am through with Voldemert, per se. But I did appreciate your optimism many times during the war, even though he actually gave me a good deal more trouble than you did. Not to insult your Dark Lordliness, but he had a few specific advantages, particularly a natural talent for Legilimency which rivaled my own, and which I was unable to predict until far too late in the game...
But I digress. Through a very interesting turn of events, Voldemort is--not defeated for good, certainly, though most would like to think so. I believe, though, that he is staved off, set back, for years, most likely, and when he returns, he shall be very weak.
I agree as to the disappointment involved in owling an unresponsive correspondent. But, Gellert, the battle against Voldemort was tooth and nail, and I organized the front force while maintaining Hogwarts. I have grown unfamiliar as of late with my bedcurtains, and particularly in the past year, I feel as if I have seen new-carved headstones more often. There has been so little time...
Even now, more than a month after his defeat, I battle exhaustion. But I do not wish to abandon you, old friend, even though I have done so for years. Sherbert lemons for my conscience, you said once, but they never seem to do any good.
I am sorry to hear of your friend's death. I am sorry for so much.
There have been some peculiar rumors spreading about you, amongst the Dark wizards and the underground of Europe--as I'd been working about that area quite a bit, trying to stem Voldemort's control of the werewolves and giants. They say old Grindelwald has shown remorse in his moldering cell. They say he cries in grief for his victims. A decade ago I would have thought this nonsense, but it has been a very, very long ten years, changing the whole face of Britain. I have seen men and women I thought I knew so well altered to the very roots of their identities. So it is easy for me to imagine that all this volcanic upset could have spread across the channel, up the mountains to Nurmengard.
And it has been so long since we truly corresponded. So long since I knew your heart. So let me ask you, just this once, in all sincerity, no mockery--how are you, old friend?
Albus Dumbledore
[entry in the Grindeldore for Goats Blogathon Venture; sponsor me here!]
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