Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I wish I did

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I wish I did.

Chapter 7

Selesta left her troops in the very capable hands of Eline Prince within the dinning hall. She left them celebrating that they would be carrying out a strike mission on the estate of Albus Dumblefuck. She knew that more than one team would beg Eline for the permission to go on the mission as well and that she would give in and let them go on the mission as well.

She didn't mind at all that many of them would go because after all most of them had probably been sitting around doing nothing at all and twiddling their thumbs for the better half of a century waiting for her to finally take her mantle of power. She kept walking making her way to her late grandfathers' study; she studied the paintings on the walls of the castle as she walked along. The painting were of family members and family heads throughout the history of the Grindlewald line.

" Hey Garret, that fine looking chick looks just like you," a portrait said as she passed by a portrait of Garret Grindlewald himself. Selesta's attention snapped back into focus as she snapped around fast enough to cause whiplash in others but not her. She looked around to locate the portrait that had made the comment about her.

" Over here hot stuff," a portrait called out practically dancing within his frame in a most undignified manner. Selesta looked at the portrait an annoyed facial expression.

" I am had no doubts what-so-that I was hot but it is good to hear that from someone else every once in a while," she smirked at the portrait whom finally noticed that he had been spotted.

" My she does look like me, doesn't she," the portrait of Garret Grindlewald said in deep, richly smooth voice.

Selesta turned to the other side of the hallway and spotted the portrait of her grandfather sitting within his portrait practically radiating dignity.

" Don't mind him my dear he just yells out to anything with breasts and two legs," Garret said in exasperation.

Selesta giggled like a mad woman at his comment but she burst into full blown up laughter when the other portrait yelled, " Hey you bastard, I'm not that bad".

" Yes, you are, remember that time Igor was in a very convincing drag outfit and you yelled at him to take it all off," the portrait of Garret said with a smirk looking very satisfied with himself.

" Screw you," the other portrait yelled not being able to come up with a better comeback because Garret had hit the nail on the head without even trying.

At this point Selesta was rolling around on the floor laughing so hard that it was interfering with her breathing. She had never in her life heard of such a funny situation as the one the portrait of Hector Grindlewald found himself in right now. She faintly heard the portrait say to himself that he should really learn to keep his mouth shut.

Once Selesta finally got control of herself, she picked herself off the floor slowly because she was so weak from laughing on the floor that she needed to regain her balance.

" Granddad, you are a very bad gossip, you are," she teased.

" Never," Garret responded feigning feeling insulted. He smiled at Selesta, he liked her she had his great sense of humor.

" Who are you trying to sell that to," she asked with a giggle.

" No one, it's the truth," he said with as much dignity as he could muster.

" Granddaddy, you are one very funny guy let me tell ya," she said trying to control her laughter her shoulders shaking.

" Why thank you, your magesty," Garret said with a smirk.

Selesta frowned at him and said, " You of all people don't need to address me like that".

" Will you toss an old man a bone and tell me what the celebration downstairs is all about?" he asked.

She smirked, stood up straight and said," I'm letting them get some exercise and sending them to burn Bumble's estate into the ground, I mean what better way to announce my existence than to make a burning point."

Garret and all of the other portraits in the hallway looked at her and blinked, stayed silent for a minute or two and then all of them burst into hysterical laughter that filled the hallway.

" YES!! LET THAT ASSWHOLE TAKE IT TO THE TEETH!" a portrait of Samual Grindlewald yelled. Samual was Garret Grindlewalds' father and her great grandfather.

" I agree with my father, the bastard needs to know that the Grindlewald line is here," Garret said with pride.

" Let that murdering bastard know that you are here now to lead the dark to victory," Garret continued.

" YAH!!" the portraits yelled in agreement. Selesta smiled at them all and bowed.

" I am happy to punch the old bastard in the teeth anyway I can, after all he's been trying to have me kill daddy all my life so I'm going to repay him in kind," she said with a smirk worthy of Salazar Slytherin whomjust happened to be visiting the castle portrait of Samual Grindlewald.

" WHAT," Salazar yelled in fury.

" Yes but let us discuss this in the study, I'm getting tired of standing here in the hallway," she said walking the rest of the way to the study.

AN:

Cliffy, I am evil. ( Dodging tomatoes, rotten and bullets) OKAY, OKAY!! You'll get more soon.

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