《Til the afterlife》Chapter 4

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What is the definition of fire? Does a fire really definy of flames and always burning the person who touches it? Or is it more like a calm and warm feeling, just like when you lay into your bathtube? Or in your bedsheets after a cold winter day? But the heat Albus felt couldn't compare to any fire on this earth. The most dangerous weapon is the fire of the human soul. But the only thing what matters is how well you walk trough the fire.

So exact there, where Gelerts hand touched Albus' it sent heat waves through his body, making him feel like he was burning, but not in a bad way. He actually liked this feeling. He couldn't get his eyes of the other, it seemed like everything was passing by in slowmotion. And it didn't stop. The moment got more and more silent, his heart beat was getting louder than usual. Like a loud bass, it was drumming in his chest, going faster and louder until it filled his head. What was happening here? Why did he feel like this?

Keep breathing Albus, he thought to himself. So he did, kept breathing slow, trying focus on the signals his body gave him but he couldn't catch them. His lips where shivering slightly, as he puled his hand back, near to his chest as he slowly moved it to his neck, rubbed it gently. „The pleasure is with me" he stumbled and backed a bit up, trying to escape the heat. But he didn't get a chance, the steps of the white haired boy followed him. „So.. You two should get to know each other, I'm gonna take care of Ariana for a bit.. And you young man" Bathilda looked at Aberforth „Will go upstairs and do your homework" she laid an arm around the youngest brother and slowly walked upstairs with him, leaving the teens all alone.

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Albus stepped back, right into their living room, keeping his eyes on Gelert. „You want to drink something?" he asked and watched the other smirk as he realized how emberassed Al was. „Thank you, but I'm all happy" the guy said as he went trough his hair and sat down in a red, satin chair, crossed his legs and just like Albus did, he kept his eyes on the other. „Soo.." Albus started as it catched his throath. Carefully he sat down, looked away from the boy in front of him. A weird and not so nice silence. Albus cleared his throat and made eye contact again. „So.. You need help with school?" he was trying hard to start a conversation with the boy. But he didn't knew how to correctly. He was more of an introvert then ever talking to someone he barely knew. „And you need a friend. Both are things that wont happen, not at all. I will never go to any kind of school again and you are way to shy to ever find friends." Gelert replied quickly. „Ouch" Albus whispered and rubbed his neck again. The white haired boy smirked, uncrossed his legs and leaned forward abit.

There it was again, the strange silence. We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox. But the paradox for Albus was right now, that the silence was weird but he still felt comfortable. Well kind of. He may was a little shy and emberassed of himslef. But still. Somehow the boy had pulled a switch deep inside him witch controled all of his feelings.

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„So what now?" Gelert asked somehow teasingly. A small and cute smirke was on his lips, stood up and shove his hand into his pockets. „Well.. I- I don't know. I'm not good at socialising.." Albus admitted and looked at the floor, getting more and more nervous. Oh no.. His heart stared pounding heavily again, what should he do now? This was a whole new situation for him. „Oh dear Merlin.." the boy shook his head and went through his hair. „This is going to be exhausting" he added. „I- er- What was your problem in school?" Albus asked stuttering, trying his best to focuse on talking. „I killed someone" Gelert replied honest, wich made Albus gasp, he killed someone? Isn't that illegal? „I-" he started stuttering again. „I was at the Durmstrang school, it wouldn't have been a big deal but still, a bit too hardcore for them, you know what Dumbledore? This is getting extremly boring, so I have a idea. Let's duel. If you win, we'll try it and continue talking, if I win, I can leave."

Albus hesitaded. He hesitaded a lot. A deep breath in, a small nod and then he stood up. „Basement." he sad with a strong voice, already going to the stairs wich would carry him down. Gelert followed him with a proud smile, cracking his neck as he already got his wand out, preparing for the duel. And they got ready. God why was Albus even doing this? There was really no need why he had to do this here. Besides the fact he wanted some company.. „Ready?" he asked, teh fear in him growing again. „Ready." Gelert said in a sharp tone. First spell. Second spell. Third spell. Silence. First curse. „Crucio." Al flinched but managed not to fall, a silent scream leaving him. Fourth spell, Gelert gets pinned onto the wall. Fith spell, Gelert drops his wand. Sixth spell, he loses the ability to move. Thirtie seconds of a great wizard duel and one wand lays on the floor.

Gelerts eyes where sparkling as he now knew how srong Albus really was. What he could do if he wanted, what he could do for him. A breathless laugh left the pales boy mouth, making him look into Albus eyes, wich stepped up to him, picking up his wand and held it under his chin, making him look up. „Guess you have to stay now" Yet Albus was the one teasing, while he removed the spells and gave Gellert his wand back. „You-" the taller boy held his neck, keeping the smile. „You are not as bad as I thought.." he admitted and followed him upstairs, sitting in the living room again.

„So, I'm Albus" he introduced himself while he crossed his legs, leaned back and enjoyed how other was still confused about his duelling skills. „Gelert. Seems like you are more interesting then you want others to see.."

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