Chapter One

Gellert Grindelwald

Even with the sleeping spells, it didn't help my head... it was splitting, flashes of light, sound and colour flew by in clear clarity. I woke, shaking until I regained an understanding of where I was. The headache would take time to fade, but for now, I knew I had to get out of this room, away from my fellow sleeping students.

Kicking back the fur blankets covering me, I reached for my wand. It was powerful, made of ash wood with a phoenix tail feather for a core, which I always felt put all the more power behind my attacks when needed. But even more importantly, it gave off a natural form of warmth.

When I had pulled on my fur cloak as the hallways were cold enough to cause frostbite. I left the other sleeping fourth years in form for the dark blue fire lit corridors. Finally finding the window holding within it my favourite view of the vast crystalline lake near a forest of thick black trees covered with white snow.

Putting a hand to my forehead, I cursed my gift, it was horrible, always what I saw. Futures that were dark enough that many would feel as though dementors had come near them. But I knew they could be different, that surely, only the truest of Seers could know how to change, to make a better world.

I suppose they were never supposed to be beautiful, but... my heart ached, and anger scorched my veins, for I needed them to be clear. Not the painful haze of this flickering auburn fire and blue light that haunts my dreams and thoughts, day and night. So I would make it clear. And there were a few ways I could do this, as I had in the forest.


The snow crunched underfoot as I glided through the black trees, the heat spell I cast upon myself sending small jets of steam rising up behind my every step. I stopped when I heard the sound of a small bird, as the dim light of the sun rose at last beyond the mountains.

Its song was sweet, unusual, intriguing. I followed it until at last, I found it perched on a low branch before me. It must have been strong to be able to survive in this cold with no help. I noted its white-blue pattern. It must have blended into the snow, therefore avoiding getting seen by threats, well every lesser threat than me.

Poor thing, it almost seemed a shame. I thought as I held out my ash wand and summoned the bird into my hand, unmoving but alive. Suddenly a burst of pain flooded my mind, burning deep behind my eyes. It bought me screaming and howling to my knees on the snow-clad ground. In desperation, I cast the spell within a blood-red haze, almost choking in my words. My own sweet melody.

A melody so tainted by the darkest of magic that it had taken me years to find and perfect. There had been many failed attempts. But even now, I felt no guilt over them, the world would be better after I knew how to change it, it would all be worth it for the final result. After I saw what fate wanted to let me See.

I closed my fist around the bird and felt it die, and blood began to spill from between my fingers, turning white snow to an unmistakable red. It would be worth it to stop the pain, I would not the death would meaningless. So then I raised my blood soaked hand to my lips and drank.


And that all-consuming haze returned in my mind, but this time it cleared to become a pretty young man, although he seemed older than I am. The fire that had burned me became long auburn hair reaching his slender shoulders, like liquid fire and the blue light that had blinded me became his twinkling blue eyes.

He laughed reaching out a hand to me, and as he said my name, my heart began to beat faster and faster in my chest, and a feeling I had heard others speak of, one that I had read about. But one I had never expected to find within myself rose up, barely containable.

Gellert... Just hearing my name upon his lips filled me with an intense desire. Made me want to draw him closer. To have him only be mine. Only belong to me. Mine.

Around his neck was a symbol, one I knew only too well, a wand in the centre of a circle surrounded by a triangle, An unbeatable wand. A stone that brought back the dead. And the Cloak of Invisiblablilty. The symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and to those who knew, a sign of a fellow hunter believer in the quest for them. Like I was, and apparently, that he was too.

He wore a cloak very unlike my own, bearing a golden lion in a shield of red, and as I reached out toward him, I noticed another necklace, this one a pendant. silver, alluring, and within it, two drops of blood circled each other like two hearts. Understanding what it meant, my heart felt as light as air. I only focused on him.

Then my vision shattered before me as surely as the red that stained my lips and face. And I fell finally into the ground, already unconscious by the time the snow fell tears under my eyes, showing the pain that was hidden within my heart.


I woke with the understanding that I had almost frozen to death in the snow, the shock of my pure unrepressed feeling was too much to have and then taken away so suddenly leaving me.

He wouldn't leave me willing. A voice came into my mind, one I had never heard before. He will stand by me even if the world is against us. They were so sure of this fact, so sure of it that I felt their hurt.

I moaned, turning my head and then began focusing on my wand which had been heating my skin against my chest while I'd been sleeping, physically and emotionally exhausted.

Gathering all my remaining strength, I rose, dusting the snow off my clothes. My breath coming out in great clouds. My body drained, magically I think as well. I could still taste the blood inside my mouth. At least it wouldn't be noticed if it splashed on my uniform. It would only add to the colour.

Then I smiled to myself, I knew that man, I would get to know him, find him. Somewhere. And somehow even for a moment, he had already held my heart in his beautiful hands, and I would let him. This thought sustained me as I headed back to the castle, staggering slightly, my breathing more laboured than before.

All the evidence of what I'd done had of course been removed by a flick of my wand, as always. The students already had enough reason to fear without blood dripping down my face. And that fear makes them cruel.

But it didn't affect me, not now that I saw their shock at seeing the genuine smile that appeared on my face which didn't fade. I couldn't hide the bright feelings within me. I rarely had any experience with this, so I never learnt how to mask it, like fear or pain in front of others.

Not now that I knew I would not be alone as I rose to power over this world.


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