Minerva was laying flat on her back on her father's bed, practicing her magic. She would change the shape of the room, the colors of different objects, and their locations. Two men had called upon her father, and she had come up to his room. He had not told her to do so. She was rather proud that she had come up by herself. She liked pleasing him.

Her father's voice floated up the stairs and Minerva noticed that he did not sound at all happy. He was using words she had never heard, and it shocked Minerva. She had never heard him sound so upset. She made up her mind to always obey him without question so he would never have cause to be this way with her.

Minerva stopped with her magic for a moment. She wondered if it would make him happier if she went downstairs with him. After all, he never told her to leave. If he had, she would not venture out of the room, but as he had not, perhaps he would be grateful for her company.

Making up her mind, she got up off the bed and went downstairs. There was a break in the noise and she thought that the men may have left. Just as she reached the point on the stairs when it was possible to see into the office, she saw her father raise his wand.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he yelled. Minerva watched in confusion as the man fell to the ground and did not move anymore. She had never seen anyone act like that. She listened as the remaining man spoke.

"You will not get away with this, Grindelwald! I have always suspected you of being the killer we were after, not just some random psychopath. I assure you, I have already informed the Minister of my suspicions, and though you may kill all of us in this room, you will pay in the end."

Her father grabbed the man by the front of his robes. "You are lying, Mudblood. You told no one, and if you had thought of doing that, they would simply become the next on my list." He threw the man against the wall with extreme force. Minerva put her hand over her mouth at the sight of the red streak that was left behind. She did not know what it was.

Minerva wanted nothing more than to go back upstairs, unnoticed, and forget everything she had just seen. The man had said that her father had…killed…the other. She did not want to believe it, but the evidence was there in front of her. She had seen it with her own eyes, and was not likely to ever forget it. The expression on her father's face terrified her. She remained where she was.

Her father raised his wand. "I will show you what I do to those foolish enough to lie to me." He spoke a spell Minerva had never heard, and the man began bleeding profusely from a gash that had appeared on his chest. He collapsed onto the ground and lay in a pool of blood, moaning.

Minerva could not bear to watch as her father sat silently behind his desk, surveying the two men in front of him. She changed into her kitten form and ran to her bedroom as silently as possible. Once there, she jumped onto her bed and untransfigured herself.

She felt incredibly dizzy. It was as if her entire world was coming crashing down because of the events of the last five minutes. It dawned on her that whenever her father left, he must have gone to do what he just did. The spots on his robes had been blood. He had taken people's lives away from them, and he did not seem to care.

Even thinking the words to herself, Minerva had to suppress the gag reflex. She could not think of him as her father anymore. He was evil.

It was suddenly apparent why her father kept such control over her. He did not want her to find out. He told her what to do all the time in order to keep his secret. Minerva began to doubt all the things he had ever told her. She wondered why he always insisted that she must let his spells work. She did not like letting them work, particularly the one that filled her body with so much pain she did not know who she was. He said he did it because he loved her, but he did not. He did not know what love was. Minerva realized with a pang that she did not either. She had never experienced love.

Minerva knew that she could not allow Grindelwald to know that she knew the truth. She would continue to act as she had always behaved, with 'love' and reverence. But, she vowed to herself that the next time he cast a spell on her, she would not let it work. She would pretend that it did, but she would control it, not the other way around. Meanwhile, she had to decide what to do about him.

Minerva was startled out of her thoughts when Grindelwald entered the room. "Hello, beautiful. How are you?"

Minerva had to force herself not scream. "Fine, Father. I'm very tired. I'm going to go to sleep."

Grindelwald nodded. "Alright. Pleasant dreams. I love you."

Minerva felt tears coming to her eyes. She got under the covers quickly and nodded. She could not bring herself to repeat the words. "Good night." As soon as she was sure that Grindelwald was gone, she put her face in her pillow and cried silently.