Convergence
Two worlds, decades apart, never meant to collide. Two dangerous, powerful people never meant to meet. Two legacies intertwining even as they are being formed. Also known as that one story where Bonnie Bennett is saved from the Prison World by one Gellert Grindlewald.
Chapter I: You're Safe Now, Bonnie Bennett
Posing as Percival Graves, Gellert has constant visions of the life of a witch with power that matches his own. When he figures out these are not regular dreams and the witch in them is trapped he decides to do something about it.
Cast:
Bonnie Bennett: Kat Graham
Gellert Grindlewald: Colin Farrel
POV Gellert Grindlewald
New York City, November 1926
Gellert woke with a jerk, covered in sweat. It was her again. Haunting his dreams like a ghost. Scenes from a life of a powerful witch. Snippets of agonizing pain, breath taking rage, righteous fury. Nightmares made real, as real as a Dementor's kiss.
Visions of a world far removed from his own, full of modern marvels, ancient monsters, and aching loneliness on a level even he never felt before. And always her, with those haunting eyes, like the purest jade. Eyes filled with more pain, more anger, more power, more wisdom than should be possible of someone her age, someone who had never been allowed to set foot in their world.
It now had been 3 months since the visions started. It began with the sound of agonizing cries, image of a beautiful young woman crying on a porch. At first he thought nothing of it. Then the snippets began. A spell to powerful to be contained between her and an elder, costing the elder witch her life.
The threat of an Ancient monster, an Original. The lengths the witch went to, the path she traveled alone to protect her friend. The power of 100 witches. Bringing the Original to his knees. The betrayal of an ally that began a battle of wills. A struggle as old as time itself. Power vs Power. And in that struggle the forging of the most unlikely friendship.
Reminded him of him and Albus once upon a time, the bond between the witch and the cheeky blue eyed vampire. And like Albus, an alliance betrayed time and again. All in the name of love of course. He wondered how Albus would feel if he knew how similar he was to the blue eyed devil.
The visions grew darker still. Dark family secrets, a power that Gellert thought lost to time, Expression. The manipulation of an Ancient sorcerer who's name was only spoken in the shadows of the oldest families of their world. Silas the Sumerian. So the stories were true!
One last sacrifice made with only the youngest Original there to care. A ghost watching her friends move on, unable to do so herself. She raised the dead with that sacrifice. Her life worth so much, for that of a boy. A worthless, pathetic, drug loving boy. How it angered him!
The other ancient one. Quetsiya, the most powerful witch to ever live, Creator of the Other side. Her return as the Anchor and the long march back towards death, access to her great power blocked. The torture of all those souls passing through her.
They could not stop the collapse to the Other side. In the end. The vampire taking her hand as she was taken. The discovery of where they were. The meeting of the thrice cursed Siphoner. The contest of wills that she won, saving the vampire.
And now trapped, trapped with only that psychopath for company. It began to occur to him that these are more than just dreams, more than just visions. These were cries for help from a witch powerful enough to send them through time and space.
And who was he to deny a lady? She may know nothing of their world, nothing of him but her knowledge would be invaluable to his cause. The fact that she could match both him and Albus in power and was easy on the eyes also did much to plead her case. Her secrets drew him in like a moth to a flame. Unlike Albus, she was no stranger to experiments, to blood magic.
She had learned magic his world forgot, had forbidden. He hungared for it! And so he began his discreet travels to Oregon, to the Parker family and to Mystic Falls to learn everything he could about Prison Worlds.
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New York City
December, 1926
It took him a month to gain the knowledge he needed, to get all he needed to reach her. To wrench her out of there he needed Bennett blood and an Ascendant, a key that licked the monsters of the Prison World.
Using methods similar to the Originals left a bad taste in his mouth, but Gellert knew all to well the effect he had on others. Who knew how to entice, to draw the eye and the mind, it was how he originally won Albus after all. He was a master of seduction and he used it.
Not that it had any effect on the Bennett witch of the time. She saw right through him and only when he came clean about visions of a Bennett calling for help did she give a vile of her powerful blood. It was a sobering experience meeting her. He felt humbled yet strangely lighter for it. The Bennett family seemed to prove the point he was trying to make by their very existence after all.
Yet it was seduction along with the distasteful task of bedding both the Patriarch and Matriarch of the Parker family that allowed him to slip away unnoticed with the ascendant. But it was all worth it!
He harvested from himself the last thing he needed, that which would bring his witch, for so she would be, to him as opposed to her own time and anchor her there, to his time. If it just so happened to bond her to him, well that was just a happy side benefit, wasn't it?
He chose the same abandoned warehouse where he often met with his pawn, Creedence, to complete the ritual. Everything was almost ready. Anticipation filled him. His magic trimmed through him, magnified by the Elder Wand. Pulling this off would change everything, he was sure of it!
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Later that day…..
What an interesting monkey wrench, or this case pawn, Albus tried to throw in his plans! He was almost grateful for it! It was good to know exactly what of his plans his old lover knew or suspected and what he didn't. Thankfully, it appeared Albus knew nothing of his most recent travels which was a blessing. He hadn't exactly been discreet with his seduction of the Parker's.
Newt Scaramander was an interesting pawn, he would give him that. He seemed the complete bumbling fool but there was something about him, something in the eyes that told him that the picture Newt created was deliberate. He was not what he seemed, and had managed to gain in his own foot hold in MACUSA by means of the Goldstein sisters. Color Gellert impressed!
It certainly had him wondering exactly what Albus was up to, what move he would make next. It almost delayed his set task. But Gellert was to close now. To close to his goal. To close to the Key of winning this war before it even began to wait.
So, after the interesting meeting with Mr. Scaramander Gellert wrapped things up for the day and set himself to the task. He took the usual path "home" taking care to not appear to be doing anything unusual. With Albus' little spy here one couldn't be to careful.
It was with the Elder Wand that he apparated inside the warehouse. He immediately stripped out of his putter robes. This kind of magic demanded a sacrifice, his blood, his sweat, his tears, his magic, his soul and he would give them all willingly.
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The Witching Hour
Midnight
At the strike of night Gellert slit both his wrists deeply with a pure silver dagger, mixing his life's blood with Bennett blood and with the last of his strength dipping his hands in mingled mixture and slamming it on the now active ascendant.
A wave of power slammed through him, brighter than white flame, all thoughts consumed in the haze. He felt his body being thrown back and that same light in case the entirety of the warehouse.
It could of been but a few moments or an age before the light began to dim and Gellert became again aware of his surroundings. Obviously his sacrifice had been considered worthy. His wrists were entirely healed and although not back to full strength he found he could move his limbs with relative ease.
It was when he looked to where the ascendant that he saw two bodies crumbled on the ground. He picked up the Elder Wand on his way over. One body was that of a male. Dark hair. The Siphoner. Gellert didn't hesitate. He knelt close, grabbing him by the scruff of his next. His eyes popped open and Gellert stared into them.
"Give Death my best when you meet him, Abomination!" Gellert whispered. "Avada Kedavra!" He sent the killing curse into that freak of nature. The sickly green light and his voice caused the other body stir. The noise caused Gellert to turn to the other person in the room. Even muted he could feel the power coming off her in waves, breath taking.
"Mmmmhmmm what? Where am I?" Came a voice, one of the most seductive he ever heard, in spite of it's weakened state. He made his way over to her slowly, to not startle her. She was wounded, he noticed, had all the signs of major blood loss. She would need blood replishner potion, and soon, before she went into shock.
She noticed him and the now dead Siphoner at the same time. He reached her, hand cupping her cheek as he gazed into the most hypnotizing eyes he had ever seen, brimming with power though dangerously depleted. They obviously been battling before his intervention. Blood came from her side's.
"I heard your call." He told her gently, still memorized. "He shall trouble you no more. You are safe now, Bonnie Bennett." A sob came out of her and out of relief with what remaining strength she had she launched herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her gently as he could while she let it all out.
He was stunned by the emotions that slammed through him when she did. She fit in his arms like she belonged there, her power wrapped around his as though they were made from the same forge. The weakness in her grip alarming him causing him to reluctantly pulll back.
"You are gravely wounded, mein Schönheit." He stated gently, cupping both his hands on her face. Drinking in those lovely features that haunted him so long. When a tear ran down her cheek he wiped it with his thumb, dangerous rage boiling in him at the sight of it. He should have tortured that bastard!
Her eyes dropped a little, her remaining strength training fast. " I don't think I can stand." She stated. He slowly placed his arms, one under her knees and the other her back. "Then allow me to assist." He stated while lifting her bridal style.
There was no choice but to apparated and so he did. He floo called his field healer immediately after reaching his 'home' and setting her in his bed. It was tough and go but in the end she was on the mend.
A surge of affection filled him at the sight of her and a possessive need to be near her when she drifted again. Emotions alien as he had not known them in years. He decided to ponder them later, even as he tenderly kissed her smooth forehead.