This is utterly amazing. You've brought together so many strands, and shone a chilling light upon them. I was quite frustrated by the epilogue, but under your treatment, it really becomes not so much frustrating as heartbreaking. Also, I think this is the only fic I've ever seen where the second person feels completely fitting and necessary.

I have a question about one small thing, though, with the "Five years later our boy is prising a wand from those same fingers of that same blond." I took "our boy" to mean Dumbledore, and the blond to mean Grindelwald, but surely Grindelwald's defeat at Dumbledore's hands was many more than five years after their friendship? Or perhaps I'm not understanding it correctly at all?

I am also wondering: would it be all right with you if I translate this fic into Chinese (for posting at a couple of Chinese HP forums)?