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A Magic Beyond All We Do Here
The fic is not entirely complete. It is a fairly long one.
S.
Warnings: Slash
-Spoilers Harry Potter: DH
The arrival of Elphias and their friends was quite a fuss; there were beds to be made, sisters to be hidden. Albus and Aberforth took most of the day fixing everything up and were exhausted when everyone arrived. Elphias threw himself at Albus as usual and smiled brightly at his friend.
“I brought you some food.” He stated presenting some foreign cake with lumpy raisins sticking out. Albus thanked him and ushered everyone inside. They sat in the front room chatting about all the exciting places they had been visiting, everything they had seen, dragons in Romania, vampires in the mountains, Chimeras.
Albus found his mind wandering as it often did, Elphias was telling him about the food in Patagonia, he was thinking about Gellert. He wondered where his friend was now, sitting by his Grandfather’s deathbed or had he left too late. He pictured Gellert standing by a grave, though he could not see him crying, he did look sad. Albus felt a twang for his imaginary Gellert, he wished he could go to him, crush him in a hug make his pain fade.
Albus made excuses to go to the kitchen, to see Ariana and just to sit alone. He felt Gellert’s absence more keenly than he ever had felt before. He wished he was here to talk to him, reassure him about Ariana and enthuse him about life again. He indulged himself in imagining Gellert sitting across the table from him in the kitchen. They talked for hours forgetting the guests, forgetting everything. Gellert drew him in, mentioning the hallows with that insatiable look. His smile was inviting and Albus indulged himself again and that rapacious look became directed at him. Dream Gellert came towards him and they both stood in the middle of the Dumbledore’s kitchen. Gellert inched towards Albus with intent until they were nearly touching.
“AL! That’s where you got to. What on earth are you doing through here? Drewel was just telling the story about the trolls…” Albus looked up at Elphias and his friend came to an abrupt halt. Albus blushed for a moment as he saw a familiar look on Elphias’s face. Albus realised how he must look, eyes dreamy, face flushed he had never been more aroused. Elphias gave him a suppressed but hungry look, and Albus quickly looked to avoid him. He murmured he had to go outside and Elphias should rejoin the others. His old friend looked disappointed and shuffled out of the room. Albus picked up his cloak and made his way into the forest to walk. When he returned everyone had already gone to bed. He lay on the covers for a while. He felt a surge of emotion rage through him, his heart burned for Gellert, quietly in the darkness.
Albus found the preparations for the party blissfully occupying. By the time the evening came Aberforth was quite excited and offered to finish everything off while Albus spend a few hours with Ariana. His sister was sitting reading a book in bed.
“Hello Albus.” She smiled up at him. The book was a children’s story about magic in ancient Egypt, it had been a gift from Gellert. Albus sat with her for some time reading the book until it would have been suspicious to remain any longer.
The house was filled with people laughing and shouting. Bathilda of all people was the life of the party. She was terribly drunk carrying a bottle of Ever-bubble’s magical champagne and trying it on, uniformly unsuccessfully, with Albus’s friends. Aberforth also seemed to have gotten into the liquor and was swaying about blithering about goats. All Albus wanted to do was get away but as he made a dash for the door Elphias blocked his way.
“Albus, where were you? Aberforth got into the mulled mead sorry we didn’t see him.”
Elphias was apologetic but Albus waved his hand in a forgiving gesture.
“Sorry I had to go get something. Oh thank you for writing to me the last month it was good to hear about your trip, even if I could not be joining you.” He told his old friend gratefully. Elphias gave him a sympathetic look that had grown tiring. Everyone since his mother had died had greeted him with kind but depressing pity. It was the last thing he wanted right now but he couldn’t say anything to poor Elphias, he had been such a good friend and Albus knew he was genuinely sorry about the situation.
“Listen, I’ll be back in a second I’m just going to catch some air you know how parties get me. Elphias looked a little disappointed at the short dialogue but he did understand, Albus had never been much for parties they gave him a headache.
The cold air was a relief to Albus and his headache faded almost completely. He strode along the pathway and stopped at a stump by the side. Pausing to collect his thoughts calmed him and being alone for the fist time in a while was bliss. His peace was disturbed by a hand on his shoulder, he took a little fright annoyed at whoever had come looking for him.
“Couldn’t you just lea…” HE stopped mid-sentence as Gellert swished into view.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you Albus but I thought I should come and find you since I was back. Albus faltered for a moment, to be confronted with the object of your fantasy is difficult to handle with ease.
“Oh…I thought you were someone else. From the party come to bring me back.” He explained when he had collected himself. Gellert looked satisfied and sat down next to Albus on the stump.
“You are not enjoying the party then? Is Ariana all right?” Gellert asked politely.
“She is already asleep though with all the noise I don’t know how. I hate parties they overcrowd me.” Albus put his hand on his head but Gellert gave him a confused look as to why he had thrown a party if he loathed them so intensely. He took the hint though and did not ask but put his hand on Albus’s back.
The gesture brought burning warmth to Albus, he feared he was obviously blushing but Gellert didn’t seem to have noticed.
“So you are wanting to escape then?” Gellert asked Albus, the awkward English snatched Albus’s attention, it was very charming.
“Very much so. Not sure how long it will take them to find me but I’m hoping at least half an hour before the search party depending on the alcohol consumption. Gellert gave a tinkling laugh at the strategic plan.
“Albus fear not, I will offer you sanctuary. Bathilda is still at the party I assume? She won’t be back till morning if your friends aren’t careful.” Albus gave Gellert a grateful look of amusement at the thought of one of his friends waking up with Bathilda.
The two men made their way to Bathilda’s cottage swiftly by apparition. They sat at Bathilda’s table sipping conjured eggnog; Gellert recounted the tale of his trip home.
“My Grandfather was already very ill; he had been for some time. I expected it, he went very peacefully. I could not go to the funeral, that was hard but I did not want to bring shame upon my family or for Opa.” Albus assumed Opa meant grandfather; Gellert always seemed to return to his native tongue when his feelings got the better of him. Not being allowed to the funeral seemed very excessive to Albus, but then again the old wizarding families were often steeped in tradition and propriety.
“I stayed to hear his will read. He left me an extraordinary gift, all of the items he collected on his travels. I looked up in the attic through them all such remarkable things.” Albus listened carefully as Gellert described some of the magical treasures he had found amongst the old possessions.
Albus was enraptured. Sitting talking with Gellert again was like relief after pain seeping through him. He loved the way Gellert talked, the way he laughed, how he looked at Albus not with pity or worshipful awe, but with fascination and mutual intrigue. They sat for hours pouring over all the intricacies of the magic involved in so many of the items. Every so often a desperate impulse would hit Albus as if he could barely resist leaning that tiny distance over the table to seize Gellert’s mouth with his own. It stirred him until he could think of nothing else.
“Albus, are you all right? You faded away for a moment there. I must confess now that I think about it I am rather tired as well. You will not be wanting to go home I feel. You can stay here if you like.” Gellert mused aloud. Albus nodded he did not want to go back home no doubt the party was still in full force and no doubt there would be questions about where he had been. He felt also Gellert would not come with him and he really wanted to stay where the German man was around.
“No problem you can sleep in my room my bed is large enough for both of us. Would put you in Aunt Bathilda’s room but she might come back and I wouldn’t want you to face that…” Gellert gave a cheeky smile that caused Albus’s heart to jump.
Gellert’s room was indeed large enough for the two of them. Bathilda must have made a very tidy living off of her books if all the other rooms in the house were like this. Gellert reached into his cupboards and pulled out a set of dark silk nightshirts with trousers. He handed the other white pair to Albus.
“They should fit you.” He told looking the other man up and down.
“Thank you they are fine.” Albus knew his voice sounded a little funny. He hoped it could pass for the eggnog as he pulled his robes off self consciously and slipped into the soft nightshirt. Albus didn’t know what to do when Gellert slipped off his own robes, the younger man didn’t seem to have Albus’s sense of modesty. Albus tried not to look as he stripped down to his underwear and pulled on his nightshirt. They slipped into the bed and Gellert turned the lights off with a swish of his wand. He seemed still for a moment,
“Gute Nacht, Albus.”
“Good night.” Albus whispered back and they both turned to face the walls.
A Magic Beyond All We Do Here
The fic is not entirely complete. It is a fairly long one.
S.
Warnings: Slash
-Spoilers Harry Potter: DH
The arrival of Elphias and their friends was quite a fuss; there were beds to be made, sisters to be hidden. Albus and Aberforth took most of the day fixing everything up and were exhausted when everyone arrived. Elphias threw himself at Albus as usual and smiled brightly at his friend.
“I brought you some food.” He stated presenting some foreign cake with lumpy raisins sticking out. Albus thanked him and ushered everyone inside. They sat in the front room chatting about all the exciting places they had been visiting, everything they had seen, dragons in Romania, vampires in the mountains, Chimeras.
Albus found his mind wandering as it often did, Elphias was telling him about the food in Patagonia, he was thinking about Gellert. He wondered where his friend was now, sitting by his Grandfather’s deathbed or had he left too late. He pictured Gellert standing by a grave, though he could not see him crying, he did look sad. Albus felt a twang for his imaginary Gellert, he wished he could go to him, crush him in a hug make his pain fade.
Albus made excuses to go to the kitchen, to see Ariana and just to sit alone. He felt Gellert’s absence more keenly than he ever had felt before. He wished he was here to talk to him, reassure him about Ariana and enthuse him about life again. He indulged himself in imagining Gellert sitting across the table from him in the kitchen. They talked for hours forgetting the guests, forgetting everything. Gellert drew him in, mentioning the hallows with that insatiable look. His smile was inviting and Albus indulged himself again and that rapacious look became directed at him. Dream Gellert came towards him and they both stood in the middle of the Dumbledore’s kitchen. Gellert inched towards Albus with intent until they were nearly touching.
“AL! That’s where you got to. What on earth are you doing through here? Drewel was just telling the story about the trolls…” Albus looked up at Elphias and his friend came to an abrupt halt. Albus blushed for a moment as he saw a familiar look on Elphias’s face. Albus realised how he must look, eyes dreamy, face flushed he had never been more aroused. Elphias gave him a suppressed but hungry look, and Albus quickly looked to avoid him. He murmured he had to go outside and Elphias should rejoin the others. His old friend looked disappointed and shuffled out of the room. Albus picked up his cloak and made his way into the forest to walk. When he returned everyone had already gone to bed. He lay on the covers for a while. He felt a surge of emotion rage through him, his heart burned for Gellert, quietly in the darkness.
Albus found the preparations for the party blissfully occupying. By the time the evening came Aberforth was quite excited and offered to finish everything off while Albus spend a few hours with Ariana. His sister was sitting reading a book in bed.
“Hello Albus.” She smiled up at him. The book was a children’s story about magic in ancient Egypt, it had been a gift from Gellert. Albus sat with her for some time reading the book until it would have been suspicious to remain any longer.
The house was filled with people laughing and shouting. Bathilda of all people was the life of the party. She was terribly drunk carrying a bottle of Ever-bubble’s magical champagne and trying it on, uniformly unsuccessfully, with Albus’s friends. Aberforth also seemed to have gotten into the liquor and was swaying about blithering about goats. All Albus wanted to do was get away but as he made a dash for the door Elphias blocked his way.
“Albus, where were you? Aberforth got into the mulled mead sorry we didn’t see him.”
Elphias was apologetic but Albus waved his hand in a forgiving gesture.
“Sorry I had to go get something. Oh thank you for writing to me the last month it was good to hear about your trip, even if I could not be joining you.” He told his old friend gratefully. Elphias gave him a sympathetic look that had grown tiring. Everyone since his mother had died had greeted him with kind but depressing pity. It was the last thing he wanted right now but he couldn’t say anything to poor Elphias, he had been such a good friend and Albus knew he was genuinely sorry about the situation.
“Listen, I’ll be back in a second I’m just going to catch some air you know how parties get me. Elphias looked a little disappointed at the short dialogue but he did understand, Albus had never been much for parties they gave him a headache.
The cold air was a relief to Albus and his headache faded almost completely. He strode along the pathway and stopped at a stump by the side. Pausing to collect his thoughts calmed him and being alone for the fist time in a while was bliss. His peace was disturbed by a hand on his shoulder, he took a little fright annoyed at whoever had come looking for him.
“Couldn’t you just lea…” HE stopped mid-sentence as Gellert swished into view.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you Albus but I thought I should come and find you since I was back. Albus faltered for a moment, to be confronted with the object of your fantasy is difficult to handle with ease.
“Oh…I thought you were someone else. From the party come to bring me back.” He explained when he had collected himself. Gellert looked satisfied and sat down next to Albus on the stump.
“You are not enjoying the party then? Is Ariana all right?” Gellert asked politely.
“She is already asleep though with all the noise I don’t know how. I hate parties they overcrowd me.” Albus put his hand on his head but Gellert gave him a confused look as to why he had thrown a party if he loathed them so intensely. He took the hint though and did not ask but put his hand on Albus’s back.
The gesture brought burning warmth to Albus, he feared he was obviously blushing but Gellert didn’t seem to have noticed.
“So you are wanting to escape then?” Gellert asked Albus, the awkward English snatched Albus’s attention, it was very charming.
“Very much so. Not sure how long it will take them to find me but I’m hoping at least half an hour before the search party depending on the alcohol consumption. Gellert gave a tinkling laugh at the strategic plan.
“Albus fear not, I will offer you sanctuary. Bathilda is still at the party I assume? She won’t be back till morning if your friends aren’t careful.” Albus gave Gellert a grateful look of amusement at the thought of one of his friends waking up with Bathilda.
The two men made their way to Bathilda’s cottage swiftly by apparition. They sat at Bathilda’s table sipping conjured eggnog; Gellert recounted the tale of his trip home.
“My Grandfather was already very ill; he had been for some time. I expected it, he went very peacefully. I could not go to the funeral, that was hard but I did not want to bring shame upon my family or for Opa.” Albus assumed Opa meant grandfather; Gellert always seemed to return to his native tongue when his feelings got the better of him. Not being allowed to the funeral seemed very excessive to Albus, but then again the old wizarding families were often steeped in tradition and propriety.
“I stayed to hear his will read. He left me an extraordinary gift, all of the items he collected on his travels. I looked up in the attic through them all such remarkable things.” Albus listened carefully as Gellert described some of the magical treasures he had found amongst the old possessions.
Albus was enraptured. Sitting talking with Gellert again was like relief after pain seeping through him. He loved the way Gellert talked, the way he laughed, how he looked at Albus not with pity or worshipful awe, but with fascination and mutual intrigue. They sat for hours pouring over all the intricacies of the magic involved in so many of the items. Every so often a desperate impulse would hit Albus as if he could barely resist leaning that tiny distance over the table to seize Gellert’s mouth with his own. It stirred him until he could think of nothing else.
“Albus, are you all right? You faded away for a moment there. I must confess now that I think about it I am rather tired as well. You will not be wanting to go home I feel. You can stay here if you like.” Gellert mused aloud. Albus nodded he did not want to go back home no doubt the party was still in full force and no doubt there would be questions about where he had been. He felt also Gellert would not come with him and he really wanted to stay where the German man was around.
“No problem you can sleep in my room my bed is large enough for both of us. Would put you in Aunt Bathilda’s room but she might come back and I wouldn’t want you to face that…” Gellert gave a cheeky smile that caused Albus’s heart to jump.
Gellert’s room was indeed large enough for the two of them. Bathilda must have made a very tidy living off of her books if all the other rooms in the house were like this. Gellert reached into his cupboards and pulled out a set of dark silk nightshirts with trousers. He handed the other white pair to Albus.
“They should fit you.” He told looking the other man up and down.
“Thank you they are fine.” Albus knew his voice sounded a little funny. He hoped it could pass for the eggnog as he pulled his robes off self consciously and slipped into the soft nightshirt. Albus didn’t know what to do when Gellert slipped off his own robes, the younger man didn’t seem to have Albus’s sense of modesty. Albus tried not to look as he stripped down to his underwear and pulled on his nightshirt. They slipped into the bed and Gellert turned the lights off with a swish of his wand. He seemed still for a moment,
“Gute Nacht, Albus.”
“Good night.” Albus whispered back and they both turned to face the walls.