I had this idea pop into my head after saw the new movie...which was amazing...and I couldn't work on any of my other stories until I wrote a bit of this down. Review if you think I should continue it as a series.
"Miranda, please pay attention." Gellert Grindlewald said, barely keeping his voice calm.
The girl looked back up at him, "I'm sorry, Papa, it's just...today."
He sighed, "It's the thirtieth of December." He knew where she was going with this before she spoke another word. "Miranda." He reproached.
She made the awful noise she normally did when something displeased her. "Papa, it's Tom. His birthday is tomorrow." She looked up at him, her blue eyes pleading, "Might we rescue him now?"
It had been two years since he had taken the girl from her brother. He had needed a successor, and using a spell to track Salazar Slytherin's bloodline, had found the twin children. Gellert could still recall how Miranda had hidden behind her brother:
After asking for any unusual children in the orphanage, the woman he had been speaking with walked to the door of her office and bellowed into the hall, "Tom! Miranda! Someone here to see you!"
The boy had come in cautiously, watching Gellert's every move. "What do you want?" He asked, his green eyes glancing for an escape route.
"I simply want to ask you if you know anything about your past." Gellert said calmly.
"Our mother died right after Randa was born." The boy had answered shortly, the shape that must have been the little girl still cowering behind him.
She had been right to fear him of course, they both had. "Who is this 'Randa' you speak of?" He'd goaded, hoping to at least get to look at what he had to work with.
Slowly, she had stepped from behind her twin, their hands falling to their sides, "I am, sir." She at least had manners, Gellert had noted dryly. She was also blind, it was obvious when you noticed how she didn't exactly look at him, but rather off to his right side, her hazel eyes unblinking.
She was a pretty little thing, if you liked children that is, with long dark hair most would consider was black, but that was actually dark brown, while her brother's truly was black. She and her brother shared the same basic facial features, and the same pale skin. They were guarded, and she quickly retreated back to Tom's side where he reclaimed her hand.
The two were very close, something that Gellert planned to use to his advantage. "What are your names?" He asked, trying to look at them kindly.
The boy set his jaw, refusing to answer, but the girl spoke for him, "He's Thomas Marvolo Riddle, and I'm Miranda Merope Riddle." She swallowed once before asking, "If I may ask. What is your name, sir?"
"Gellert Grindlewald, pet." Already, a plan had formed in his mind, the girl simply could not be his heir, and as attached at the boy was to her, he would not leave his sister behind to embrace his dark heritage, she was his lifeline into the world of the innocent. "This will just not do." He thought, startled that he had spoken the words aloud.
"Pardon?" The little girl asked.
"Nothing." He had said. It was a simple solution, the girl would have to go.
