-1899 Godric's Hollow-
Albus had thought more than once that the silver eye didn't belong to Gellert. The color was too pale, the black pupil so small, making the surrounding deep blue of the other iris seem even larger. As for Gellert's other eye, Albus knew that under dim light, its dark blue shade could almost pass for obsidian.
The first time he met Gellert in Bathilda Bagshot’s house, the first time they crossed paths under the shade of the trees on the hill, and again by the lake in the valley, that unsettling feeling always crept up on him.
It was usually fleeting, quickly replaced by another thought: of course, it was Gellert's eye, just a different color.
But curiosity gnawed at him after a few days. When he found Gellert reading by the lakeside once more, he finally asked.
"Because I am a Seer."
Albus's question followed almost immediately after Gellert's answer: "Then can you see my future?"
"It isn’t something I can see at will," Gellert frowned impatiently, lowering his head back to his book.
Sensing his irritation, Albus awkwardly straightened up, ready to leave when Gellert added, "Alright, I can see your future. I see you becoming an old man with a long white beard, reaching all the way to your stomach."
Albus scoffed. "Well, it seems I live quite a long life then." A few seconds later, he recognized the symbol on Gellert's book. "Is that the Deathly Hallows?"
Gellert nodded, not bothering to reply.
"If it were me, I’d suggest you visit the graveyard in the valley. You’ll find the name Peverell there."
Gellert closed his book, staring at him. An eagle’s gaze, Albus thought. In the sunlight, the silver was almost indistinguishable from the whites of his eyes.
Albus had no particular preference for either eye, but he always unconsciously sat or lay on Gellert's left side, where he could glimpse that dark blue iris from the side, reminding him of the deep sea.
The grains poked at their skin, and they both admitted it was a little uncomfortable. But when Albus lay beneath Gellert, sweat-soaked, he couldn't care less about the grains. These were his favorite moments, brushing aside Gellert's tousled golden hair, tucking it behind his ear, revealing that sharp-featured face and those beautiful dark blue eyes, filled with love.
In those moments, he wished the night would never come, that the sunlight in the barn and his beloved Gellert could stay there forever.
-1927 Hogwarts-
Albus never expected to see Gellert again in his Transfiguration class, though it wasn’t really Gellert. When Travers showed him the vision of Gellert, his eyes were drawn first, as always, to that silver gaze.
The young Gellert tilted his head slightly, morphing into the infamous dark wizard Grindelwald Albus had grown so familiar with through the papers.
It took him several seconds to suppress the storm of emotions within. He realized he hadn't visited the Mirror of Erised in quite some time.
"I cannot." he answered Travers.
-1945 The Dueling Arena-
They stood on opposite sides of the circular arena. That silver eye was as striking as ever.
Albus suddenly felt as if this was the first time he had truly looked into Gellert’s silver gaze.
END.