A/N: Your all probably thinking to yourselves "What the hell is this?" so um, this is going to be one story that contains both Day In The Vault: A Fate In Question and Night In The Castle: A Darkness Decided so you will eventually find both stories here! Thank you to all for being patient!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING AT ALL :) 'CEPT THE PLOT

Day In The Vaults: A Fate In Question

Chapter One: Heir To The First Family Of Eight

Gellert Grindelwald sat in his twelve by twelve cell of Nurmengard Prison, lost in thought for what must have been the one millionth time in his very long life. Many years ago when he had been just shy away from turning sixteen years of age, the Goblins from Gringotts had contacted him with a tale of the grandeur of a society of Witches and Wizards called The Corrin. Of course he had grown up on tales of the Corrin and their mighty powers, how they had shaped the world, and burned cities, so when the Goblin's told him the story of the Eight Familes, he was slightly hesitant to believe that there was any truth to it...

Ragnok looked expectantly at the young man in front of him, "Do you know who the Corrin were?" he asked as he slid off his spectacles and folded them on his desk. Gellert shifted underneath the glare of the elder Goblin "Of course, most Pure-Blooded children grew up on the tales of the Mighty Corrin who ruled the world" he smiled and sat a little straighter in the uncomfortable chair. Ragnok sighed and shifted some of the papers around on his desk, looking for something in particular, "So you know about the Eight Families of the Corrin then?" Ragnok asked with practiced patience that seemed to never end.

"Eight Familes sir?" Gellert asked confused at the reference that Ragnok made, he sighed for what seemed like the one hundredth time for this conversation, "The Eight Families were the only Noble Ruling Families of the Corrin to remain after the fall. You see the First Family were the Emperor's family, the other seven were cousin's of his that sought for his help when the other Noble Corrin turned against each other, all vying for power over the world, so he protected them, but he knew that one day the world would submit to the might of the Corrin Empire, and that his Heir and the Heirs of the other Seven would shape the world as they saw fit. The Empire would be reborn"

Ragnok stopped for a moment before he rubbed his eyes and sat back, "So what does this have to do with me?" Gellert questioned, "This will be difficult to explain, you see, your Mothers Family-" "The Potter's? What do they have to do about this? Their just a Light Pure-Blood Family" Ragnok glared at Gellert before he continued "The Potter's happen to be the First Family Of Eight" an uncomfortable silence descended upon the room, "Then.. why am I here if they are the First of Eight?" Ragnok gave him a rugged smile and answered, "The Family magic has decided that you shall be the next Emperor"

Gellert smiled as he thought about that conversation that happened so long ago, the same day that forever changed him and made him who he was meant to be, Ragnok had imbued him with the rituals that would activate the Corrin blood inside of him and the other descendants of the Eight, but he was a stupid foolish child who craved power...

"So if the Potter's are the First Family of Eight, then who are the others?" Ragnok seemed to think for a moment before letting out a breath "Lord Phineas Negellus Black,Lord Of The Second Family of Eight. Lord Cadvan Malfoy, Lord Of The Third Family Of Eight. Lord Podmir Patil, Lord Of The Fourth Family Of Eight. Lord Nicholas Flamel, Lord Of The Fifth Family Of Eight. Lord Gallen Greengrass, Lord Of The Sixth Family Of Eight. Lord Horace Longbottom, Lord Of The Seventh Family Of Eight. Lord Philius Lovegood, Lord Of The Eighth Family of Eight all of these Lords are the direct Heirs of the Last Eight, in both Name and Blood. They will be your Lords, while you will be there Emperor" Gellert seemed to scowl at the thought of sharing his power with others, but other wise remained silent.

If only he hadn't refused to share power, he mused, he might of succeeded in taking control of the world, and rebuilding the Empire, but sadly it was not his destiny. Even though he had refused to share his power with the other descendants, the Ragnok still swore the allegiance of the Goblins to the his cause...

"As leader of the Goblin Nation, I swear to always stand behind Lord Gellert Grindelwald" the magic of the oath was sealed between the two, as Gellert Stood at the far side of the room, the magics of the rituals had already affected him, visibly he had faint blue lines coursing across his skin, and his emerald green eyes glowed with inner power that just simmered beneath the surface. "Good. Tomorrow we shall march to Germany and join with the forces I have amassed for our cause." with out waiting for a reply he turned and strode out of the room.

Even as his Army and Kingdom became larger and more powerful, he continued to ignore the insight of his Generals, and disregarded his soldiers safety, throwing them time after time into harms way, all for his quest of power, which in the end was his downfall...

"Gellert stop this madness." Albus Dumbledore yelled across the bloodied battle field. "What madness Albus? All I see is power! And your to weak to grasp it" Gellert replied with a hint of insanity in his voice. "Gellert look around you, don't you see what you've done? Brothers killing brothers, families slaughtering families, you've sent hundreds of thousands of men and women to their deaths, do you have no conscience? No remorse for what you've done?" Gellert smiled at him, "This is my Kingdom Albus, my Kingdom of chaos"

Gellert Grindelwald moved his wand in a wide arch, releasing a large bout of flames as he did so, the soldiers surrounding him, both light and dark were all burned alive from the power of the Dark Lord. Albus raised the strongest shield he could possibly think of around him and his comrades Filius Flitwick, and Alastor Moody, all three of them were Generals of the Light, and the Light couldn't afford to lose them now. They could only watch in horror as everyone around them burned to death. As Gellert was lost in the moment of euphoria and watching the people burn to death, he had failed to see General Ragnok of the Dark Army sneak up behind him and incapacitated him, and port keyed away from the battle.

Gellert thought back to that day, where all had changed for him a second time in his life. Ragnok who had sworn to always stand by him, had sneaked up on him and locked him inside of his own prison, Albus Dumbledore got the credit for his defeat, and the whole world was none the wiser. Gellert smiled at the thought of Albus, his one time best friend, who declared him, mad with power.

He looked up into the night sky, the moon was whole tonight, he smiled, the power of the night was intoxicating, he knew what was going to happen tonight. The clang of rusty metal locks was heard from the outside of his prison door, he turned to see the door creak open slowly, as a familiar face came into view, "Ragnok" he said. It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Hello old friend" Ragnok spoke as the door closed again, "You know why I'm here." when Gellert didn't say anything in return he continued, "The Heir is about to turn sixteen soon, and he will need to be ready to take up the mantle of Emperor, and rebuild the Empire the proper way, something you did not do" he added with a slight glare.

"Am I supposed to care Ragnok? That my many times Great-Grand Nephew will be taking up the proper mantle? I hope he fails, just so I can see the disappointment on your face" Gellert sneered at Ragnok as he turned back to looking at the sky. He only turned back when he heard Ragnok laughing, "What? Whats so funny?" he demanded.

"You, old friend." Ragnok said with a smile, "You honestly believe I would come here, if the Heir was just some Nephew of yours? No, you fool, he's not just your many times Great Nephew, he's your many times Grand-Son as well" Gellert looked at him speechless, "What? How?" "It was a crossing of lines, old friend" Ragnok answered him again. "Well then Ragnok, what's the boy's name? Who is my Heir?" Gellert asked Excitedly.

"Harry James Potter"