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Dumbledore and Grindelwald lay head to head in the golden fallen leaves.
"Dumbledore, are you happy now?"
Grindelwald rolled over and covered Dumbledore's eyes with a leaf.
Since they returned to their youth, and after spending some time together, the deathly aura of old age that had been emanating from them has vanished.
Their lives now are almost identical to those two months they spent in Godric's Valley.
It's not just about actions, but also about the innocent and beautiful thoughts about love that came with youth.
"Happy".
Dumbledore nodded firmly.
"Then we won't go back."
"Anyway, you're retired now, and I've been in Newmont Gard prison for just as long."
"Let's just pretend we're dead."
"Our current life is the real life."
Grindelwald propped his head up and played with leaves on Dumbledore's face.
Even if I wanted to go back, would you let me?
Dumbledore closed his eyes, letting Grindelwald do whatever he wanted to his face.
"No, you can't, I won't let you go back."
Grindelwald, with an air of arrogance, flicked a few more leaves at Dumbledore's face.
"Albus, let's live like this for the rest of our lives, okay?"
"I'm no longer going to be the Dark Lord, and I'm no longer going to pursue power."
"Albus, please don't abandon me, okay?"
Feeling the warmth on his forehead, nose, and cheeks, Dumbledore remained silent.
Their heartbeats were so close they could almost touch.
"good."
Dumbledore still remembered the scene from the battle of 1945, when they pointed their wands at each other for the last time.
Their hands were touching each other's chests, trying to feel each other's heartbeats.
Did you feel it at the time? Dumbledore couldn't remember.
But now, he heard it.
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I have flipped through countless yellowed photos, glimpsing our past.
We were young then, and love and ambition were forever in our eyes.
At the time, it seemed like nothing special.
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