March 16th, 1982
Darling Albus--
You really are a contemptible bitch, do you know that? I mean, that's magnificent. That really is. Over the top. Beyond the pale. When in all nine hells are you going to learn that it isn't all about your guilt? Verdammter Schweinhund, don't you even remember why you won our duel?
I know more of you than anyone else in the world, Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore. Go kill your Dark Lord and get it over with. Stop blaming yourself and be brilliant, like you used to be, fly free, let the world tremble before you--except that would mean cruelty, wouldn't it? But every moment of your life is cruelty. Set down truth for once and admit it!
You don't have to lie to me, old friend. Oh, I'm laughing so hard at you right now. I've had you stripped and bound and begging me to bugger you--well, as much as you ever begged anyone in your life, you vain fool--of all people, you don't have to lie to me.
Do away with Voldemort. Tell me why you won. Admit what you are. Or bloody well stop this nonsense and save your owls the trouble.
Gellert
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{Thirty-Five Owls}
FantasyThirty-Five Owls being a correspondence between Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, etc., and the prisoner Gellert Grindelwald, of some decades in length. go to the original post (online) : http://www.letterblade.net/thirty-five_owls.html !!!T...
