I do not own Harry Potter. I only own Anastasia (Anya). I hope you guys enjoy the story! I made a couple small changes to this chapter that were bothering me but there is no need to re-read it if you already have. I put in some Hungarian, it might be wrong and if it is forgiving me. I got it from google translate. I thought it would make a nice touch since English isn't Anya's native language.
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It was the summer of 1945; the sun was slowly sinking in the horizon and the air pulsed with power. It felt like electricity to all those who paid close enough attention to feel it. If you were to only look at the sky, it would be a beautiful sight, one you would find in a story book. But looking towards the ground, it showed horrors and destruction.
Flashes of light illuminated the growing darkness; the sounds of explosions and screams rocked the earth. Still bodies littered the dirt, while the living were fighting. Dozens were locked in a dance to the death, using every ounce of their power to defeat the other.
Through the chaos a beautiful young girl with blonde hair raced through the streets, using her wand to curse anyone who stood in her way. Her blue eyes were alight with determination, hate, and the slightest bit of panic and fear.
Her boots stomped through the blood that filled the streets, not bothering to glance at the bodies that piled around her. "Papa!" She yelled, searching for a man with the same platinum blonde hair she had. No one was in sight. She saw a man pointing his wand at her, she sent a curse his way, before fleeing down an alley to her right. "Papa!" She called again, desperation slipping into her voice. She flung herself out of the alley and stood in the chaos around her.
She was breathing heavily; her blonde hair was a mess and she was disheveled looking. "Papa! Please!" She cried as she circled around. She felt a fierce grip on her arm, that whirled her around. She tensed up and was ready to shoot a hex when she saw the man she was desperately looking for in front of her, his hand being the one gripping her arm.
His identical blonde hair was messy, and his ice blue eyes bore into hers. It was impossible to place them as strangers, even to those who did not know the pair. Their identical hair, eyes, high cheekbones, and sharp jaws were proof to their close relation.
"Papa!" She cried in relief, throwing herself into his firm chest. His arms wrapped firmly around her, before he apparated them both to a rooftop. He pulled away and placed his large hands on both sides of the girl's head and put their foreheads together.
"My darling girl, the time has come. I feel this will be the end of our journey." He said to her gently in Hungarian, looking into her eyes. "What? No! It can't be!" She placed her hands on his face too, as her eyes filled with tears.
"I feel that it is, Dumbledore is here, and it is time for me to face him. I need to protect you in the chance that I lose. I can't leave you alone." He said quietly.
"What about Mama?"
"Your mother will be arrested along with me if we lose, I trust no one to care for you and they will arrest you as well. I can't have that. I need you to live and carry on. Carry on with our vision."
"How?"
"There was a spell I learned during my travels. It will send you far away where you can be safe." The man pulled the girl down to the roof as rocks from the chimney next to them exploded from a stray spell sent from the street below them.
"I can fight Papa! I want to fight along side you! I can't leave you!" She cried, the tears finally falling. He kissed her forehead quickly before pulling her forehead back to his.
"You have no choice! I know you're strong, I taught you, I watched you grow, you are my daughter through and through and I have never been prouder. But this is my fight, this has been coming since before you were born. I want you to promise me, promise me that you will never forget where you come from and the things, I have taught you." He said.
"But- "
"Promise me!"
"I promise!" She cried out.
"Tell me what we say, Anya. Tell me our words." The man said firmly.
"A nagyobb jó érdekében" (For the greater good) She whispered and felt him nod against her forehead.
"A nagyobb jó érdekében" (For the greater good) He agreed before pulling away from his beloved daughter.
He pulled the Elder wand from his sleeve and placed it gently to her forehead. Their eyes meet, tears streaming down the girl's cheeks, and his misting over with them.
"Szeretlek Papa" (I love you Papa)
"Én is szeretlek, kedvesem szívem" (I love you too, my dearest heart)
A bright white light grew from his wand and surrounded the girl before it covered her completely and when it dimmed, the girl it had previously clung to had vanished. The man threw his head back and looked at the darkening sky, his eyes showed the heartbreak he was feeling and the despair before they filled with a determined glint. He then vanished with a loud pop, leaving nothing in his place.
Seconds later he reappeared in front of a middle-aged man, who was dressed smartly in a grey suit. "Albus" The blonde man greeted coldly.
"Gellert, I believe the time has come my old friend. You must end these atrocious acts against the Muggles." Albus said has he stepped forward.
"It has all been for the greater good Albus, don't you remember? Why should we live in secrecy? Their arrogance has been shown time and time again to only cause destruction and havoc to the world! Its time for wizards to step out of the gutters and take their rightful place!" Gellert tried to remind the other man of their ideas as young men, in a time before they were enemies.
"No, Gellert. We must live in a world where we love the Muggles, but we have to stay hidden to protect the balance of the world."
"There is no swaying you, very well. Its time for you to face defeat Albus." Gellert drew his wand, and so did Albus.
The greatest duel in wizarding history took place that day. All those who were witness would never forget the sheer power that was shared between the two men. It seemed as if it would never end, until finally, Gellert was disarmed and brought to his knees. Immediately, aurors swarmed him and placed him in restraints as Albus picked up Gellert's wand.
As the aurors escorted Gellert away, he called out to his old friend-now enemy. "Take care of her Albus! Take care of my Anastasia!" Albus looked at the man with pity and understanding. "I swear" He vowed as a final act of friendship between to two.
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A flash of white light and the crack of thunder shook the ground as a small figured dropped to the wet grass. A young girl tumbled off her feet, her hair in a tangled mess around her head and her red coat was soaked with mud. Her black boots were in a puddle and she groaned before sitting up and taking in her surroundings.
It was dark, raining and all-around miserable outside, a manifestation of the way the girl felt inside he heart. She slammed her hand on the wet ground before yelling in frustration and pain, realizing that her father was not around and that she had no idea where she was. She was completely alone. She cried in the rain for a few moments, her chest heaving with her sobs.
Eventually her cries slowed, and she stood up, looking up the hill she had landed at the bottom of. She could see a castle right over the hill, lights illuminating its thousands of windows. There was the unmistakable feeling of magic in the air, and it seemed to hum under the ground she stood on.
She knew where she was from the descriptions her father had told her about. "Hogwarts" she whispered to no one, before narrowing her eyes and making her way up the muddy hill. She slipped and lost her footing multiple times, before finally making it to the top. As she neared the castle doors, they opened to show two figures standing behind it.
One of the people was an older woman with long robes and a large hat placed over her dark but greying hair. She had a stern look of her face and her wand was drawn in front of her, her body tense with the possible threat the girl walking towards them may have carried.
The other figure was odd. He was an old man with a long white beard that went as low has his waist. He was dressed in some of the strangest robes she had ever seen. They were a pastel blue, and he had a thin silver rope tied around his waist in a makeshift belt. He had half-moon glasses perched on his nose. He stood in a stance that screamed of his power and which made the girl narrow her eyes and clutch her own wand tighter in her cold fist.
She stopped 15 feet away from the pair, not daring to take another step before knowing they meant her no harm. "What brings you to Hogwarts child? I'm afraid the school year has yet to begin" The old man said gently, but a hit of a threating tone to his voice. "My name is Anastasia and I need help." She said in a thick eastern European accent. The old man's face changed to show surprise before he took steps out into the rain and towards her. She took a few steps back and raised her wand in defense.
He stopped and placed his hands in the air. "I mean you no harm Anastasia. I can help you. Hogwarts is a safe place for young witches like yourself. I know why you are here. Come to my office and I will explain everything."
She narrowed her blue eyes as she stared at the man, considering her options. She glanced at the older woman, who was glancing between the two with confusion and slight hesitation. Anya nodded her head and slowly lowered her wand to her side, but not putting it away.
She took slow steps towards the man who smiled at her gently and placed a soft hand to her shoulder, leading her inside the castle.
"Come, we shall go to my office." The three walked through the stone halls, their footsteps echoing. Anya took in all the portraits around her. They pointed and whispered to each other, no doubt gossiping about her.
Hogwarts was much grander than she expected it to be. Of course, she had never attended a wizarding school, so she had nothing to compare it too. Her father had taught her everything she knew, not to mention she was the daughter of a revolutionary that every government in the wizarding world was after. His daughter going to school was never an option, not that she minded. Her father was all she needed growing up.
They arrived at a statue of a gargoyle. "Lemon Drops" The old man said, causing the statue to turn and reveal a set of curved stairs. The old man led the way, Anya behind him and the older woman was last in line. The office at the top of the stairs was bright and filled with hundreds of trinkets and books of all subjects. She stared at the room with a hidden sense of awe, it reminded her of her father's study.
The old man took a seat at his desk and interlocked his fingers in front of him. "Please take a seat Miss. Grindelwald." He said gently, his blue eyes twinkling. Anya had her wand drawn and pointed at him, less then a second of him finishing his sentence. The old woman gasped and raised her wand at the young girl in retaliation, ready to defend the older gentleman at the desk.
"Now, now. There is no need for wands. Minerva, if you would be so kind"
"But Albus- "Minerva said
"We need to make our young guest feel welcome and having your wand pointed at her will not help" He said with a small smile.
"How do you know my surname?" Anya demanded. "I know many things my dear."
"Tell me! Who are you?"
"I promised your father I would look after you. I believe that is why he sent you here to Hogwarts."
Before she could ask another question, she saw a very familiar wand sitting on the old man's desk. Her eyes grew enraged and anger spilled from her body.
"HOW DARE YOU! How dare you steal my father's wand!? Why do you have it?!" She hissed.
The old man looked at the old woman with a concerned look, before looking back at the enraged teenager before him.
"I gained the Elder Wand after defeating Gellert in a duel." He answered, carefully.
"You defeated my father? Ha! What a joke! How could an old man like you defeat the great Gellert Grindelwald?!" She sneered before shooting a nonverbal spell at the man. He simply swatted the spell and it vanished. He flicked his hand out and she was thrown back into the seat behind her, her arms stuck to the armrests. She struggled before realizing it was useless and turned to glare at the man.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore." He said like it was supposed to explain everything. She stared at him with hate in her eyes. "And?" She spat.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her curiously. "Do you know what happened to your father?" He asked.
"We were fighting aurors in Paris, he took me to a rooftop and performed a spell that sent me here. I would like to return to him as soon as possible." She demanded.
His eyes turned sad, and for a second it stirred fear in her heart, a feeling of dread filling her with that look. "I'm afraid that's not possible. Your father is locked away in prison and is not allowed visitors."
"Prison? I was just with him 20 minutes ago!"
He sighed and shook his head gently. "Grindelwald has been in prison for over 50 years."
Anya froze in the chair under her. Her blood had run cold and her heart clenched in agony. "50 years? No! You're lying to me! Take me to Papa!" She cried.
"I would not lie to you Miss. Grindelwald. I defeated your father in battle 50 years ago in Paris which resulted in his imprisonment."
"How could you?!"
"He was a threat to the wizarding world and muggle world combined. He committed atrocious acts against Muggles, and he would have continued if I hadn't put an end to it." Albus explained.
"Everything he did was for the greater good!" She argued in full support of her father. Albus sighed, not surprised that Grindelwald had drilled his ideologies into his daughter.
"He committed numerous crimes and he has been sentenced according to them; he will spend the rest of his life in prison." Minerva said, causing the distressed witch to send a hateful glare at her.
Before Anya could retort, Albus held his hand up causing the girl to look back at him. "What's done is done, Miss. Grindelwald. His reign has ended, now it's a new era with new threats."
She sat and stared at the ground, going through everything Dumbledore had told her.
'50 years? How could she have been sent 50 years in the future? What is she going to do? What of Mother?'
"If what you say is true, then what am I to do? When I woke up this morning it was July 1945, and now you are telling me its been 50 years since then? Can you send me back?" She asked.
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, I cannot send you back. Your father asked me to keep you safe and he sent you here for that reason. Gellert and I may have been enemies at the end but in respect to the friendship we had before, I swore I would protect you."
"What happened to my Mother?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Who was your mother?" Minerva asked.
"Vinda Rosier"
"I'm afraid she was killed during the final battle between the aurors and Grindelwald's followers." Dumbledore answered softly. The girl bowed her head and forced the tears not to fall. "How old are you Anastasia?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"I turned 15 in February."
"You will need to learn how to fit into this new era. You will be enrolled as a fifth-year Hogwarts student. Tonight, I will take you to a place where I know you will be safe; however, your name must be kept a secret." Dumbledore said releasing the girl from the spell holding her to the chair.
"Why can't I keep my name?" She asked insulted, she was proud of the name she shared with her father.
"The name Grindelwald is infamous and I'm afraid it was cause unwanted attention. For now, you will go by your mother's name; Rosier." Anya begrudgery accepted before standing.
"So, where's this place that is so safe for me?" She asked snidely.
"We will floo to Grimmauld place. It's the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix" Dumbledore walked to the large fireplace behind his desk before holding the pot of floo powder out to the girl. She took a handful and looked at the man who also grabbed a handful.
He stepped into the fire and clearly called out. "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" He threw down the powder and was engulfed in green flames before he was gone from sight.
Anya looked at the powder in her hand before looking back at Minerva. The old woman nodded stiffly at the girl who turned back and stepped into the fireplace. "Number 12 Grimmauld place!"
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