FIC! entry 1
September 10th, 1951

Dumbledore--

I hope this finds you in good time, especially after all that bragging I've heard from you about England's owls. The birds do not fly well around Nurmengard's tower. The storms pour down off the mountains like floods. I'm twenty feet under the lightning rod, and, oh, the crackles it makes when the cloud fronts break, like the whole castle's under Cruciatus. You must hate me for finding this beautiful.

You're no doubt staring down your nose at this, letter and bedraggled owl both. She likes white mice. Are you really surprised, old friend, that I'd have the guts to write to you, even after everything that happened? You shouldn't be. This is dear old Gellert, you should say. Never leaves me alone, now that he's sitting in prison all day with nothing better to do. My much-lauded gold is going grey, Albus, imagine. Still, I must say, the stonework is exquisite. Enjoy the irony. Old. Friend. Locked in my own prison.

You still at that school of yours? Enjoying teaching, I hope?

Taking good care of It? You'd better be.

Give my regards to that bird of yours. Hope I didn't kill him too much.

Listen to me. Hope. Hope. With the mold gathering on the walls of my cell. Laugh, Albus. Enjoy yourself.


Gellert Grindelwald

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