Drabble: Never Love Never
Drabble: Never Love Never

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Dumbledore/Voldemort
Rating: R



No one knew what the headmaster did after hours. Even the vaunted Harry Potter, Dumbledore's Man in nearly every regard, knew little about the old wizard. Did he have a home? A wife? Or did he work on secret plans to save the world from You-Know-Who?

No one ever spoke the password to the gargoyle in the dead of night, but if someone could have snuck up to his office without being detected, they would have discovered the truth before quickly being destroyed in a blinding flash of green light.

The union between two powerful wizards created a hum much like high voltage, and all of the magical trinkets in the office whirled and puffed smoke in a frenzy. Fawkes hid high in a corner, flapping his wings in distress. Occasionally a burst of light struck the wall and lit something on fire that raged for a few seconds until another spell put it out. Even in sex (because it would never be love, never) the battle between good and evil raged as each lashed out and parried the other's move.

"You were once so handsome," Dumbledore breathed, his hat fallen awkwardly sideways. "Why must you continue on this mad path?"

"You were once so strong," Voldemort hissed, his skeletal body easily fitting around his nemesis. "Why do refuse the power just within your reach?"

Cold, thin, but unbelievably powerful, the dark lord drove in again as if this was an attack instead of sex, because it was not love, could never be love. Dumbledore absorbed the attack, returned it twofold, tasting the wisps of dark magic and sacrifice left from his partner's last ritual.

It ended as it always did, in Pyrrhic victory. Neither admitted defeat but neither could claim that they had won, spent upon each other and still wishing that this time, this time would be different. This time they would win back what they once had.

And as always, the dark lord vanished in the night, leaving the headmaster to sit, to calm Fawkes from his perch, and to question when they would finally stop lying to themselves.