It was time to leave him. Time for Harry to return to life. He had to defeat Voldemort. It was the only way for this war to come to an end. Albus turned away from Harry and began walking towards the light.
One more question from Harry though. Albus turned towards him waiting for him to ask.
“Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?”
Albus smiled. Maybe one last cryptic answer. For old time's sake.
“Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it’s not real?”
With that, he turned his back to Harry for the final time and walked through the light.
The first thing he noticed was that he was still in what Harry had compared to a cleaner version of Kings Cross Station. He then realised that he felt about 50 years younger than he did while talking to Harry. This was because he now was. Stepping into the light seemed to have changed his appearance back to that of his 40-year-old self. His hair and beard were shorter than in recent years and was back to the auburn colour that he loved so much. It was also obvious to him that he no longer wore the midnight blue robes he had been in before. Now he wore a light grey suit with a matching waistcoat and a light blue shirt. His shoes darker shade of grey than his outfit and he wore a tie of the same colour.
His mind flashed back to his conversation with Harry from moments before. One specific part of the conversation.
"Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort going after the wand.”
Albus had expected this of course. Gellert wouldn’t have wanted the wand to fall into another Dark Lords' hands. Especially one that could have been more powerful than him with it.
“He lied, you know, pretended he had never had it."
This, he also expected. It was a clever way to divert You-Know-Who’s attention away from him, but Gellert had ultimately failed at doing so. Albus had thought about Gellert’s reasons for stopping Voldemort from claiming the wand for a while now. He’d explained his speculations to Harry.
"They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that is true. I would like to think that he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends... to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow..."
"...or maybe from breaking into your tomb?"
Harry had changed his original idea with only seven words. Had given him hope that the man he had fallen in love with all those years ago was still in there somewhere, had truly loved him when they were young. Still loved him all those years later.
Albus decided that he would wait and see. He would wait in this station to see if his love came to him. He would wait as long as he needed to. For Gellert… he would wait for an eternity.
It seems that eternity is not as long as one may think. Not long after Albus made his decision to wait, there was bright light slowly filling the space around him. Once it disappeared he could feel another person's presence behind him but couldn’t bear to turn around in case it was not who he hoped it was. Then the person behind him spoke with the soft German accent that the ex-headmaster had missed so much.
He spun around at such a speed that if he were alive he surely would have gotten whiplash. Standing before him was the man that he could never bear to stop loving. Looking as he did in his forties was Gellert Grindelwald. He wore a dark grey three-piece suit with a white shirt and long grey overcoat. His tie was a deep blue with a lavender print over it. His blond hair was neatly slicked back and his different eyes staring intently at him. As if they could not believe what they were seeing.
Albus took a step towards him. Gellert did the same. Then another step… and another… and another, until they could feel each other's heartbeats pounding against their chests. Albus gazed into his former lover's eyes and hoped that he could convey all of his love for the man before him with that simple look. Gellert stared back, all hostility and confusion gone from his face the moment he felt the love of his life’s heart and looked into his mesmerising blue eyes.
They didn’t kiss passionately or clutch each other in an embrace. They simply looked at each other. Hearts beating in sync. Breaths mingled in the almost non-existent space between them.
"We are in King's Cross you say? I think that if you decided not to go back,”
Their hand met and held each other like a lifeline.
“you would be able to... let's say... board a train."
An old steam train pulled up next to them and the doors slid open.
"And where would it take me?"
They boarded the train. Still holding hands. Still not saying a word. Simply basking in each other's presence. Making up for their lost time together.