April 7, 1936- Department of Mysteries

Grindelwald had a simple plan: annihilate the Ministry, make purebloods the supreme rulers with him on top and destroy anyone who got in his way. After a successful infiltration mission, Grindelwald made his way to the Hall of Prophecy. He picked up his orb and it spoke.

"The dark wizard who seeks power to overthrow his enemies approaches... however he will not success for a past love will overpower his strength... born to those of non-magic creatures will be a witch who is the only hope for his success... should he possess the girl born on the ninth month he will face certain victory... Be warned, if the witch should find true love, Death will welcome he who have failed.

The orb grew quiet.

"What?" Grindelwald asked aloud to himself.

The prophecy didn't make any sense. Was it saying that he needed a muggle-born witch to guarantee his success? Impossible! His destiny was determined by a filthy mudblood? And what was this about "true love."

The tall blond scoffed as he heard the prophecy echoing in his head. He tightly gripped the orb causing his knuckles to whiten and before he could hurl the orb to the ground, it lit up once more. He peered into the small sphere as the white clouds swirled into a figure. It was a girl with brown, frizzy hair and big doe eyes.

This is her? Grindelwald asked astonished. She was just a child, no more than ten years old. How could this child possibly be both the key to his success and downfall? He looked at the orb again. The picture of the little girl was still showing. He tucked the orb into his robes and gathered his men.

"My brave men, tonight has been successful though it is not over yet. There is one more mission we must carry out." With that, he turned around and walked toward the exit with the cloaked men hot on his heels and snuck out of the Ministry without notice. Once they were out, the group of men apparated and landed in a neighborhood somewhere in muggle London. It was raining and thundering lightly.

"A muggle neighborhood, sir? Why are we here?" questioned one of the men.

"I am looking for someone. I'll know her when I see her." He looked toward the quiet neighborhood. She had to be in one of these houses. It was odd, but after the prophecy spoke, he could feel a faint pull on his magic as if there was a bond.

"Let us begin." He started to walk forward before a thought came to him. "Oh, and men," he said turning his head back slightly, an evil smile on his face, "Have fun." With that his men smirked and apparated into different houses. Grindelwald pulled his wand and with a flick of his wrist, a bright light bursted from the tip and hit a house nearby causing it to burst into flames.

Screams filled the neighborhood that night and black plumes of smoke covered the air. He walked deeper down the street, that faint pull getting stronger with every house he passed. Eventually he stopped at a house that read "Granger" on the side of the mailbox. She was here, he could feel it.

He apparated inside and found himself on the second floor in a bright pink walled room. No one was here. He walked out to the hallway before a man shouted behind him.

"Who the hell are you?!" he shouted. The man was taller, though not much taller than Grindelwald. He was older though and much bigger. Grindelwald casted the killing spell which hit the man square in the chest. He flew back and crashed into the window causing several shards of glass to stab into his back. He didn't feel it though. He was already dead.

His body fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Honey? Are you alright?" called a female voice from below. "I heard a loud noise. Did a window break?"

Grindelwald walked toward the stairs where the voice was coming from and stood at the top where he saw a woman with brown hair staring back at him from the bottom. Her eyes widen and she screamed. Grindelwald raised his arm up and sharply brought it down in a slashing motion. His magic surged out and formed what looked like a purple blade soaring toward the woman.

She jumped out of the way enough to avoid being cut in half but the curse graze her arm causing a clean, deep cut. An inch more and it would have cut through bone. The woman cried out in pain and ran out of sight. Grindelwald rolled his eyes in disgust. Muggles.

He apparated below and found himself in a living room. The woman was nowhere to be found, so he started slashing his wand down. The cutting hex left the tip and flung to the walls, floors, cutting up everything in sight. He heard a soft whimper coming from a closet door. With a flick of his wand the door smashed open revealing the woman holding a child tightly.

It was her.

He casted a protective charm that bubbled around the girl from the prophecy and with a jerking motion of his hand, the bubble capturing the girl was ripped from her mother's arms.

"No! Please! Don't hurt my baby!" the woman begged, tears streaming down her face. The child was also crying out, banging on the magic bubble that encased her with her tiny fists. The woman was now holding her injured arm where his cutting hex hit her. Blood was streaming out and leaking through her fingers that clamped over the opening. Her face was growing paler by the second and her vision had gotten so blurry from her tears and blood loss that she couldn't even see the wizard's face which was only two feet away.

"Do not worry, she'll live," Grindelwald said to the woman balled up on the closet floor. "You however..." He didn't even bother finishing his sentence; she wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth anything. He pointed his wand to her.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green curse sprung out and struck the woman dead center before her body lifelessly slumped to the ground.

"Noo! Mommy!" cried the little girl, still banging on the magic bubble with her fists that were now bruised and growing purple. Grindelwald looked at her and released the bubble she was in. She ran over to her mother, calling out for her to wake up and move and get out. Grindelwald knelt down and drew out his prophecy orb. The white clouds swirled back to form the face of the child in front of him.

"W-what did y-you do to my m-mommy," the little girl choked out. Some of her brown, frizzy curls were plastered to her face by her wet tears. She looked up at the man in front of her and her eyes widen as he raised the weapon that killed her parents and pointed it at her head.

"Nothing that you will remember, child," Grindelwald answered quietly. He watched as she hugged her dead mother and closed her eyes, waiting for the same fate of her parents.

"Obliviate!"