I'm very sorry for the long wait. I didn't realize getting the ideas from my head onto paper was going to be this hard. It's a short one but I'll make the next one longer.

Thanks for your constant support and enjoy!

o0o

Every world froze in shock as Germany easily took over Poland in a matter of ten days. That was all it took to destroy what was once a proud country of the world, ten days. The Wizarding World, some more ignorant than others, knew there was no hope for the Ministry in Poland. In fact, Warsaw was completely surrounded on all sides. What's worse than fighting a losing battle, to be snuff out like a small flame under a large blanket, to suffocate in your own home? Although England and France had respond by declaring war on the tyrant known as Germany, it was already too late to help Poland.

This was all old news. The war predicted by one Michael Connor has come to pass and nobody had bothered to think about the actions of people who had caused this. Personally, I would blame Prime Minister Chamberlain, it was his fault he didn't listen. Apparently, he wasn't paying attention in his How To Lead A Country 101 when the professor was saying 'If you give them what they want, they would only want more. Your enemies will continue to exercise the fact that you gave them power and therefore, they will continue to take until they meet resistance. When that happens, they will have the upper hand.'

I tap my fingers on the cover of the muggle newspaper. Like nobody bothered to see this coming until shit hits the fan. It's funny, in a way. The Dark Lord, yes, he's no longer 'rising', has all these muggles eating out of his hands. The world! Who doesn't want it? But sadly, it was never meant for anybody alone, but it is tempting to think about it.

I rest my chin in the palm of my hand and closed my eyes. Well, according to Hitler's propaganda, a certain group of people was the cause of the downfall of Germany. Based on the news before summer, it was a group of a particular faith called Jews and some other vague group called Gypsies. Align that with what I know about this particular 'enemy of Beowulf' aka the Dark Lord, it was like yin and yang. Two worlds, one goal…almost.

BAM!

I opened my eyes slowly at the figure of one Tom Riddle, Leader of Slytherin, the Head Honcho himself. His eyes were hard against mine. Oh dear, he's angry. I adopted an expression I've often seen that Uchiha Naruto-nii was teamed up with, bored with a hint of annoyance. There was a stack of books he had slammed on the table just barely an inch from my fingers. I nearly smiled at the growing agitation that was growing in his eyes as he continued to glare at me.

"Hello Tom."

"Don't you 'hello Tom' me!" he hissed. He glared at me before circling around the small round table toward me. He stopped a few inches away from me seat and continued to glare down at me. I'll give that glare a 6. "You've been avoiding me."

"Uh huh." I hummed watching him.

"So when exactly did you plan to tell me that you had blood connections with the Nott Family?"

"I don't."

Wordlessly, he summoned a chair from across the empty classroom and sat down without looking.

"I find that very hard to believe." he said crossing his arms. "I heard this in the common room from your so called cousin."

"You mean Roselyn?" I asked raising a brow. There was a flash of triumph across his eyes. "I'm not surprised she was the first to complain."

"So you do know her." he smirked. I could almost read his mind. The likely hood of him thinking 'Jackpot!' was 99.9%.

"My father knew her father." I said with a small smirk.

"I thought you were muggleborn."

I sat up straight for a second before getting comfortable, resting my head against me fist.

"How observant, Mr. Riddle." I drawled. His face twitched. As much as he loved poking me with words, I can do the same. He hated whenever I called him that. "Well, if you must know, my father is a squib. You know what that is, right?"

Tom stayed his tongue. He knew what it was, what it signified. After all, a few members of his house had even boasts how they got rid of the filth that was born into their name.

"He is a disgrace to the Nott family and they casted him out once they realized what he is." I explained, my hands weaving invisible pictures. "So you see, there's Roselyn and then, there's me."

"Even so, you're related by blood." he accused.

"Some would say that, such as the Weasleys and such, but once you've officially been cast out, you've blood of none. Technically, in Wizarding terms, I'm no more than muggle born."

His eyes bore into mine, but I won't back down. What Michael had said was true. Even blood rituals would no longer recognize him as a Nott, not even me.

"I-I'm sorry." he stammered after a minute.

I waved it off. "Don't worry about it. Like my father, I've come to terms with it and it honestly don't bother me."

How can I blame him? Tom was in the Slytherin House. Although blood purity isn't something that really mattered in that house, there are some traits muggleborns just don't inherit. Ambition, almost anybody can be ambitious. Cunning is the main thing that determined your rank in the Slytherin Hierarchy. Blood helps, according to Tom.

"Enough about me," I said brushing off invisible dust from my robes. "Now it's not often that I see you alone without your entourage."

"What do you mean?" he smirked. Amusement filled his eyes as our dance begun.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed!" I gasped, cracking a smile. "Miss. Vega Black practically swoons every time you look at her."

"Miss. Black? I thought it was Miss. Nott, your cousin. Last time I smiled at her, she got so red, I thought she was having a heart attack."

"Oh, why don't you kiss her? If she does die of a heart attack, that means I won't have to deal with her."

He got silent.

"You say that as if it is so easy to do." he whispered.

What's wrong with him today? I'm certain he wasn't a girl so he shouldn't have mood swings like this. It wasn't Tom.

"Saa…Who knows?" I mused smiling sadly. I know. It's so easy to poison someone, to slip something in their food or drink, to kill them with a cut to the jugular.

The rain came down right then, the usual pitter patter of a September afternoon. We didn't talk the rest of the day. I can't help him anyways.

o0o

A sigh escaped his lips as he look out of the window toward the mountains that surrounds his lodgings. As beautiful as they were, he could no enjoy them. Not now, but maybe later…. He knew, not so far away, another man was doing what he was doing: plotting, strategizing, engaging, but in a larger scale. That man is expendable after all.

"Senju" he murmured, summoning the only invincible bodyguard he had. The demons were his trump cards. They would do anything for gold, jewels, anything of value. They were worse than goblins, especially when one of his own tried to bribed them with leprechaun gold and he nearly had his hand amputated.

He knew the leader of the group of demons was in the room with him. There was no noise, nothing but pure silence but he was there.

"How was your trip?" he asked turning around toward the abnormal shadow that was in his office.

Senju Tobirama stepped out of the shadows and bowed his head slightly toward who would be his superior for this mission.

"Hokaga-sama has agreed on the amount for this new mission." said the Senju as he looked over the old man that sat in front of him. If it wasn't for the village, he wouldn't have bothered coming back. Creating a shinobi village needed a lot of money, money this man have in spades. Gold and silver that they can't possibly have the time to mine themselves and all they had to do was melt it into their coin currency.

"Good." smiled Grindelwald, his wrinkles crinkling. "Please summon your team. I believe espionage shouldn't be too hard?"

Without a word, the demon disappeared in a swirl of leaves that was burned to ashes once it reached the floor.

He turned back to the mountains, wishing that he was just a boy again, before he had discovered the dark reality of humans. Not just muggles or witches and wizards. All of them are humans and they are the worse creatures ever to exist. That's why god had deemed them worthy of a cage so large, it was their world and they would eventually destroy themselves.

"Grindelwald-sama." came a small mocking voice that hardly registered in his ears. He swung around in his chair and smiled benevolently at the four figures that stood just beyond the light of the room, just like their leader.

"Good, you're all here. I have a new assignment for you. It should be simple considering that experiment was a success." He caressed his wand, feeling it empowered him, to encourage him toward his goals. "You will infiltrate the three major schools of the European continent and report back to me. I'll provide you a cover story but be prepared to move by Hollow's Eve.

"Utatane Koharu, you will be assign Durmstrang Institute of Magic located in the Norwegian Sea. Mitokado Humura, you are assigned Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in Southern France. Sarutobi Hiruzen, you will be assigned Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland."

Silence still reigned the room when he stopped talking. How different demons were from mere humans. They were, in his opinion, the perfect soldiers as long as they are paid.

"You will be there as long as necessary or until either Senju Tobirama or I call you back. I will need you to compile a list of people, families or important information that may be vital to the war every other week for me. Who are possible supporters, who are against the muggle war, who are neutral? I need family names and the view points of muggleborns. Anything that you think is important. After all, the youth are the world….

"You have barely a month to get ready. Feel free to use the library."

"Hai, hai, Grindelwald-dono." smiled Koharu as her shadowed hand waved and she disappeared.

"Hn." was all Humura said before pushing up his glasses and followed Koharu.

"Sarutobi Hiruzen," called Grindelwald before the boy followed his teammates. "I need you to keep an eye on an old friend of mine, at Hogwarts. His name is Albus Dumbledore. I need to know what side he will support."

"Ok," smiled Hiruzen cheekily before disappearing as well. But the one thing that irked him about demons was their attitude.

Once the children were gone, Tobirama stepped forward from the shadows.

"Continue what you were doing, Senju Tobirama. I need to know that he isn't going to stab me in the back once things get bad."

With a stiff nod, the last demon left his office in favor of one of the most powerful muggles in history.

Gellert Grindelwald allowed him a moment of weakness. His war hasn't even started and he was already wishing that it would end. People were dying now, every day, left and right but they would all serve a purpose in his goals….

o0o

A shadow fell over the pages of my book and I looked up upon the figure of Ivan Vargas.

"Good morning, Ivan." I smiled closing my book. "You're up early."

"Good morning, Mari." he said softly. After the news of his grandparents' death, he's been quiet and more focus. Now, I heard he is one of the top duelers in the class. "Are you ready?"

I smiled before placing my book in my bag along with the parchment and quills that I had out.

"Now I am. What do you think we're having for breakfast today? Maybe peach jam and toast? Fresh apples would be nice but I heard fresh fruits and vegetables are hard to come by."

"The house elves have been growing a garden in green house 8 since last year. Even if the muggles think the war is going to be short, we will always get hit the hardest so there's no harm in being prepared."

I nodded.

"That makes sense. I haven't thought about it that way. I know they're rationing food but I've never thought about how we get our food. But peach jam sounds really good and maybe some tea?"

He shook his head, amused. "Why don't you ask? No harm in asking."

Ivan watched the odd witch nod in agreement. "Why not?"

Down the hall behind them, amethyst orbs followed their forms as they turned the corner, predictably toward the Great Hall.

"Why'd you stop, Tom?"

He glanced over his shoulder at one of his entourage. Next to Vega Black was Abraxas Malfoy and, sadly, Avery.

"Just thinking of something…" he mused before continuing his way toward the Great Hall.