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Gellert’s Cracktastic Visions
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“Ahhhhhh!”
Seventeen year-old Albus shot up in bed, turning over to find his lover shaking next to him. “Did you have another vision?”
“Y-yeah.” Gellert replied, wiping the sweat from his brow and pushing back his blonde curls that had fallen in front of his face. “It’s always very disorienting.”
“Did anyone die this time?” Albus asked quietly as he pulled Gellert close in an effort to calm him down, enjoying the feeling of Gellert’s bare chest against his own. “Did you See another war?”
“No, nothing like that,” Gellert assured him, resting his head on Albus’ shoulder as his heart rate started to return to normal. “This one was rather tame.”
“Thank Merlin for that,” said Albus, relieved that this vision hadn’t put Gellert into a catatonic state. When that happened, it could take hours to calm Gellert down. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Gellert nodded. “I saw you when you were really old.”
Albus pulled away a bit so he could stare at Gellert. “Really? How did you know it was me?”
“Your eyes stayed the same crystal blue. And a much more telling sign - you were wearing purple robes.” Gellert gave him a wicked grin.
Albus blushed. “Oh. And?”
Gellert continued on. “You were the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Quite impressive, darling.”
Albus raised an eyebrow. “I have no plans to teach. Very doubtful.”
“The tri-wizard tournament was reinstated and held at Hogwarts,” said Gellert. “I saw the Goblet of Fire – it was glowing with blue flames and everything.”
“Extremely doubtful,” said Albus with a frown. “That girl from Beauxbatons died in the tournament only five years ago. Anything else you remember?”
“There was this young kid named Harry wearing Gryffindor robes.” Gellert shook his head. “You asked him if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire, except you were yelling. Let me demonstrate.” Gellert cleared his throat and belted out, “HARRY, DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIY-AH?”
Albus glared at him. “I did not!”
“You did,” Gellert swore, hiding a smile. “It was extremely out of character for you. You scared that poor kid to death.”
“Not all of your visions come true,” said Albus.
“That’s true,” Gellert allowed. “But this one was very specific and those usually do come true. I wonder if this means that you turn into an angry old man?”
Albus looked insulted. “Maybe I was just having a bad day? Or maybe you’re making this up to get a rise out of me.”
“I wouldn’t lie about my visions. Cross my heart,” said Gellert.
“Fine,” Albus sighed. “So do you think I am doomed to become an ornery old man?”
“Not necessarily,” said Gellert. “Perhaps now that you know, you can take steps to prevent it.”
“Perhaps,” Albus considered. “I hope you’re there with me, in this hypothetical future.”
“Me too,” said Gellert. Then his eyes took on a mischievous tint. “Maybe the reason you were so angry was that you were sexually frustrated, as I was denying you the pleasure.”
“Ewww!” Albus shuddered. “Old people don’t have sex, Gell. Everyone knows that. Old people are only wise and asexual.”
“You keep on thinking that, love,” said Gellert, shaking his head.
“Or maybe I yelled was because I was on a diet and it made me grumpy,” Albus considered. “Oh no! What if I wasn’t allowed to eat sweets when I’m old?” He turned to Gellert with a horrified expression and grabbed his hands. “Gell, promise me this won’t be my future!”
“No sweets - sounds like a fate worse than death,” Gellert said dryly.
“Or perhaps it was because I had a horrible condition!” Albus shuddered. “What if I had terminal flatulence?”
“Okay, I’m going to stop you right there,” said Gellert, sounding a bit disturbed. “Albus?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go back to sleep now?”
“Yes, but I don’t understand why I yelled at some kid, especially if I was his teacher.” Albus looked troubled. “I always thought if I lived to be an old man I would be calm and even-tempered.”
“Perhaps it should remain a mystery,” Gellert said with a yawn. “Come lay back down with me.”
“Alright, darling.” Albus relented and curled around Gellert. “Thank you for sharing your vision with me.”
“I always will,” Gellert promised.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, both dreaming of a future where they would be free to love openly and conquer the world together, one way or another.
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The End