(a/n - yes. This story is beginning to seem drawn out and pointless. However, I have loads to do so unfortunately, I have to write short chapters. Sorry. Please forgive.)
Sad Pricks...
Albus glared at the man in front of him. Once, he had thought that he had loved this man. Once, he had thought that he and this man were the closest 2 people could be. Once, he had been wrong. He had almost been deceived, but after Ariana's death, Albus had severed all ties with the man who had gone on to be the darkest wizard of all time. He had gathered a bunch of sadistic followers who worshipped the ground he trod on, all with evil plans in their head.
Albus glared at the man in front of him. He thought Grindelwald had done enough harm in ruining his family, but no, Grindelwald had to kill Minerva's parents. And then, Grindelwald and his sad pricks had changed Minerva, changed her into a prostitute.
Albus glared at the man in front of him. He would finish this, no matter how long it took.
