Chapter 8: Defeat of Grindelwald

Chapter 8: Defeat of Grindelwald

Professor Connerly closed her book with a loud SNAP, causing half the class to jump.

"Put away your books," she said, gesturing absentmindedly, "In thirty seconds, I don't want to see a single book on anyone's desk."

Everyone put their books into their bags, wondering why she had stopped them halfway through their chapter on 'Common curses gone wrong'. Connerly plopped herself on her desk, holding the end with her hands and swinging her legs idly. Slowly, she gazed around the room, looking each student in the eye.

"I don't know about you," she finally said, "but I'm sick of all this bookwork."

It was as if the whole room let out a relieved sigh. Most had thought they were going to be in big trouble.

"So it's story time," she grinned, making herself comfortable, "How many of you have heard of Professor Dumbledore's defeat of Grindelwald?"

Nearly everyone raised his or her hand.

"Now, how many of you know the story behind it?"

Azar was the only one that kept her hand raised.

"Good, so this will be a new story to most of you. I'm not surprised that most of you don't know it. It was never really brought to public attention, and kept pretty much under wraps. I'm fairly surprised that even one of you knows the story. Fifty-one years ago, Professor Dumbledore created a new hope for the world. However, the story starts quite a few years before."

She paused here, and a map of the world was pulled down over the board. As the map began to pull in, focusing on Europe, Harry realized it was a Thoughts Projector. He had seen one used once in Charms. It would project images just by the teacher thinking about them.

"There was a wizard living in the country of Albania who had very medieval ideals," Connerly continued, as the map focused now on Albania, "Grindelwald had created a wizarding school there after the first Great War; a school devoted entirely to the Dark Arts."

The map had now disappeared and in its place was a photograph of a gigantic castle.

"Grindelwald believed strongly in the Nazi cause, but only his own version. He started teaching his students that pureblooded wizards were the only creatures that had a right to rule and that all other humans must be killed or forced into slavery. He began slowly, taking control of the Albanian Ministry of Magic first. Then, as Hitler began to attack and defeat surrounding countries, Grindelwald followed suit."

A wizard picture was now up, showing Grindelwald's men destroying wizarding cities. Harry felt strangely hollow, and a good number of the students had to look away.

"Many of Europe's Ministries warned Grindelwald to stop, but that did little good. We were as idiotic as the muggle governments; all bark and no bite, just watching him take country by country. We finally rounded up armies, but by then it was too late. Hitler took France, and Grindelwald came in his wake. The United Kingdom was Europe's only hope."

Through all this, the map had returned, showing Hitler and Grindelwald's advance on Europe. Then it switched to a wizard photo of many people gathered around a table in council. Harry recognized one with a long beard.

"This is where Professor Dumbledore came in. At the time, he was only a Transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts, but he was known to be one of the most brilliant strategist of our time."

The picture was replaced with one of battling wizards.

"We fought bravely and managed to stave off the attacks, but it would only be a matter of time until Grindelwald's forces destroyed us. One country couldn't possibly hold up against him. And then, Japan bombed the Americans. Though it had nothing to do with Grindelwald, the attack was just what we needed. The Americans declared war and started sending reinforcements, both muggle and wizard. Professor Dumbledore went over to America and signed a treaty with the American Magic Administration."

Up came a muggle photograph of soldiers.

"The muggles, meanwhile, were doing well at fighting back Hitler's troops. They kept pushing German forces farther and farther back. Grindelwald, however, was stronger than Hitler. In January of 1945, his forces made it into England. But the Ministry had a plan. On the night of February 5th, Albus Dumbledore managed to apparate into the headquarters of Grindelwald. He met with Grindelwald alone and challenged him to a Waning Wizards' War."

This had varying affects on students, depending upon their wizarding world knowledge. A few gasped or went bug-eyed, while the rest just stared.

"Dumbledore said that it would be to the death," Connerly went on, "and Grindelwald agreed, knowing that if Dumbledore died, the Ministry would lose its greatest weapon. Nothing is known about what trials the two faced in the Hall of Adversary, but Dumbledore was the only one to return. Their leader gone, Grindelwald's forces retreated back to Albania, led by Grindelwald's right-hand man…Lord Voldemort."

The class gave a collective shudder at hearing the name.

"Though he had only ended the war and not conquered Grindelwald's forces, Dumbledore was proclaimed a hero. He sacrificed his very life for his country and the world, not thinking twice about what would happen if he lost. He was willing to die for us."

She paused letting it sink in.

"And that, my dear students," Connerly said, smiling, "is why your headmaster Professor Albus Dumbledore is and always will be one of the greatest wizards that has ever lived."

No sooner had the sentence left her mouth than the bell came that class was over. Everyone filed out in an awed daze. It had been a very interesting lesson.

"She's Dumbledore's niece all right," Ron grinned.

"Great-great-grandniece," Azar corrected, "She's his sister's, son's, daughter's daughter."

"How do you know that?"

"What? None of you ever asked your teachers about their personal lives?"

"Of course not," Hermione answered, looking a little dismayed at the thought.

"Then you've missed out on a lot, Herm."

"…eye-oh-nee…" Ron heard Hermione mutter under her breath.

"What is the 'Waning Wizards' War'?" Harry asked, not really wanting to know about his teachers' private lives.

"Basically, an ultimatum," Hermione began, "To settle a dispute of grave importance, two wizards will agree to the war and to the results. Then they touch wands. As soon as they do that, there's no turning back and they must follow through with it. No one knows what happens after that, because they challengers are sworn to secrecy or something."

"But I'll bet it's a nasty way to settle an argument," Azar added, "You're not supposed to do it unless it's absolutely necessary. The only times I've ever heard of it was in life-or-death situations. Well, I'd better go. See you three Saturday when Ravenclaw achieves an outstanding victory!"

"In your dreams, Azar!" Harry called back, "It's Gryffindor all the way!"

"Ha! With that blind seeker of theirs, a Gryffindor victory is inconceivable!"

Azar disappeared before Harry had a chance at a comeback.

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Harry glanced around warily. It was strangely cold and he wished he had his cloak. A dense fog lay on the ground and as Harry took a step, he realized that several inches of snow had fallen. A dark shape seemed to appear and he walked toward it, perplexed. It was a tent; and beyond it was another and another. There seemed to be thousands upon thousands of small tents covering the frosty ground.

He walked by them, still wondering where he could be. Then he noticed another tent, much larger than the others. A light was coming from it. Determined to find out where he was, Harry walked toward it, brought out his wand, and then entered. At first, it seemed empty except for a table, cot, and lantern. Then a hand reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, spinning him around as a sharp pain shot through his forehead.

"So the mouse walked right into the lion's den?" Voldemort said, laughing cruelly.

He pulled out his own wand, looking maliciously at Harry.

"The Waning Wizards' War," he hissed, "to the death."

Harry tried to struggle against it, but Voldemort forced him to connect wands.

Then he woke up. The dormitory was black and silent except for a soft snore coming from Neville's bed. He got out of bed, putting on slippers to guard his feet from the chilly stone floor. He went to the mirror, washed his face, and then put on his glasses with a sigh.

"I'm sixteen and I'm having nightmare's from a story my teacher told," he muttered quietly, shaking his head.

He leaned against the wall, gazing idly out the window. Suddenly, he froze and then stood up straight, looking intently at something on the grounds. Either he was having a very convincing hallucination, or there was a large black dog wandering the grounds.

"Sirius," he murmured.

Quickly, Harry opened his trunk and snatched out his invisibility cloak. He slipped it on as he rushed down the stairs and through the common room. He got out onto the grounds without meeting anyone in the corridors and looked around frantically. He wanted to call out to Sirius, but knew it may not be the best thing to do. An idea struck him.

"Snuffles!" he yelled, "Snuffles, where are you?"

He was answered by a bark ringing through the frigid air. Harry ran in the direction of the bark, then paused.

"Snuffles!"

Another bark answered. It was coming from the Forbidden Forest. He ran in and was met with his godfather.

"What are you doing out here, Harry?" Sirius asked.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Good point," Sirius smiled, "I have good news for once, Harry. Dumbledore thinks there's a way to prove my innocence."

Harry's eyes widened. "How? When? That's wonderful!"

"You know how Wormtail saved your life," Sirius continued, "Well, his body was never found. We've just received information about where it might be and if we find it, there's a good chance that will be proof enough that I didn't blast him to pieces."

"Oh, wow. Is that what you're doing now?"

"I'm on my way to the rumored gravesite, yes. Now why are you out here?"

"I couldn't sleep, looked out my window, and saw you."

Sirius furrowed his brow. "Well, I hope no one else did the same. You'd better get back to bed."

"Yeah, okay."

Harry put on his cloak and Sirius transformed.

"Sirius," Harry said hesitantly.

The dog stopped, turning around.

"Good luck."

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A/N: This is my third failed attempt at bringing in a Quidditch game! *sigh* Next chapter…I'll do that next chapter.

Not much point to this chapter, I guess. I was just wondering about Dumbledore's defeat of Grindelwald and…this came out. Oh, and I promise I'll give a somewhat okay explanation of why Hermione's a hawk. I know what it is, but…haven't put it in the story yet. ^-^

Thank you all for the reviews! Oh, and these 'thank you' s are for ch. 6&7, so, well just to let you know if you reviewed both that I'll probably thank you for both…yeah.

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-Ady