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hohaiyeeAU short microfic: what if Gellert had taken Albus prisoner:
Imperius
It was drowning - in a warm sweet sea, soothed under by siren song, but it was drowning.
Albus was his mind, and Albus was his will, his choices, Gryffindor Albus Dumbledore. Everything that was worth it, everything that he loves, even things that hurts, it was always important to Albus that his life was his own.
The responsiblity of a household was a hefty weight, but day after day, in the same house where his sister had killed his mother, the most profound pain, was his powerlessness. Nothing Albus knew could make anything better - and it had felt as if nothing he do would mater. He was suffocating and he was abandoned. Then Gellert Grindelwald had opened a window and pulled him up, and wanted him, they were going to free the world together - if only he wasn't so wrong.
But Albus was wrong, dropped down a deeper crevice, and bound ever more tightly by his mistakes.
Bound so tightly now, along with the world he dreamt of freeing, decades of summers ago - he fears that soon there would be nothing left.
Soft fingers traced the smile on his face, and the crowd around their carriage cheered as Gellert tilted Albus's face up for a quick kiss, not enough to tilt the crown set perfectly upon his auburn hair - not yet.
"Smile, my sweet Albus, this is what we've dreamt of in the beginning."
And hard as Albus had fought to hold on, the thoughts of his responsibilities slips from him like smooth beach sand, and what was left in place of his will was a compliant bliss.
Imperius
It was drowning - in a warm sweet sea, soothed under by siren song, but it was drowning.
Albus was his mind, and Albus was his will, his choices, Gryffindor Albus Dumbledore. Everything that was worth it, everything that he loves, even things that hurts, it was always important to Albus that his life was his own.
The responsiblity of a household was a hefty weight, but day after day, in the same house where his sister had killed his mother, the most profound pain, was his powerlessness. Nothing Albus knew could make anything better - and it had felt as if nothing he do would mater. He was suffocating and he was abandoned. Then Gellert Grindelwald had opened a window and pulled him up, and wanted him, they were going to free the world together - if only he wasn't so wrong.
But Albus was wrong, dropped down a deeper crevice, and bound ever more tightly by his mistakes.
Bound so tightly now, along with the world he dreamt of freeing, decades of summers ago - he fears that soon there would be nothing left.
Soft fingers traced the smile on his face, and the crowd around their carriage cheered as Gellert tilted Albus's face up for a quick kiss, not enough to tilt the crown set perfectly upon his auburn hair - not yet.
"Smile, my sweet Albus, this is what we've dreamt of in the beginning."
And hard as Albus had fought to hold on, the thoughts of his responsibilities slips from him like smooth beach sand, and what was left in place of his will was a compliant bliss.
