Thunderous noises followed by sporadic flashes expressed the storm that was at Hogwarts. The year was 1960. The storm seemed like an omen, warning of an ill omen, or perhaps a kind of protest against the unnatural occurrences happening in that castle, specifically in the infirmary wards.
"Take a deep breath and calm down, Dumbledore; he's already being born."
"Push, breathe, push."
Seconds turned into minutes and then hours. Everyone present was tense.
The matron nurse's work was precise and very capable, given Albus's age, it was a risky condition. But everything went well, fortunately.
"Waaa, Waaa, Waaa." The location was finally greeted by the restless cry of a newborn. The matron nurse then handed the child to Dumbledore. "It's a boy, Albus, congratulations. You're a mother."
"He's so tiny, but he looks healthy. Gillert will be happy to know that our son was born well."
The matron nurse grumbled, "I'm still amazed at using human transfiguration in this way, Albus. So many things could have gone wrong."
"Calm down. Everything worked out in the end." He then took the child closest to him. "My son, your name will be Thavma Aurelius Dumbledore."
The elderly man seemed emotional, remembering the challenges and what he had done to be a mother.
Little Thavma was undoubtedly a miracle of magic. In the months leading up to this, Albus had visited his former love in Nurmengard , and after a heated conversation about the past, both Dumbledore and Grindelwald realized a great regret within themselves. They had no descendants to inherit their legacy. As men who once loved each other passionately, they fought, but still loved each other, deciding to defy genetics and make the impossible possible.
Skilled in Transfiguration, Mr. Dumbledore used human transfiguration on himself to create the perfect reproductive organs. Furthermore, to ensure the magic remained, he resorted to a mild magical ritual. That night, two men loved each other and conceived.
The boy inherited his father's intriguing monochromatic eyes, blond hair, and seemed to have inherited Dumbledore's gentle features.
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Elsewhere, on one of the highest, most desolate mountains under the sun, a phoenix mother finally saw her little chick break through the shell and give its first chirps.
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A/N: This is not a chapter; I was thinking and brainstorming ideas, and then an idea emerged to create a story about a child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, a child with gifts from both parents, born as Gillert's redemption and the legacy of both powerful wizards.
In general, this is a pure story without elements from other worlds. Tell me what you think of a story like this? And don't worry, I will continue to update; this would just be an idea for the distant future.