```Chapter 3```

Minerva opened her mouth to choke out words, but seemed lost. "Grindelwald." She choked out the word, barely able to open her mouth with all the shock that over whelmed her.

"I am honored to see that I am recognized." Grindelwald said mockingly. "Boy!" he called, turning to look over his shoulder. "Take the silencing charm on them. I want Miss McGonagall to hear her parents screaming." Grindelwald looked smug and full of vicious satisfaction.

It was at that moment that Minerva felt her stomach drop farther than the Bottomless Pit in Mammoth Cave and her blood run colder than Grindelwald's voice. 'He put them under a silencing charm so that I couldn't hear them try to warn me. He made them scream! He hurt them!' Minerva thought helplessly. Then the sound waves that were previously silenced hit Minerva's ears and made her heart sink farther. She caught her mother in mid scream.

"Minerva! Don't hurt Minerva!" her mother's usually soft and gentle voice was strained and full of pain and concern for her daughter.

"Mum?" Minerva gasped, voice coming back at full force. "Stop it! Don't hurt her! Da? Where's Da?" Minerva was driven to a frenzy by the voice of her mother in the slightest pain.

Grindelwald seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in seeing Minerva's face writhing in emotional pain.

"Put the insolent mud-blood under crucio." Grindelwald said to his accomplice. Grindelwald released Minerva from the curse and she sat up and scrambled to her feet, desperate to get to her mother before Grindelwald's co-conspirator could harm her mother. Grindelwald grabbed her arm and yanked the wand from Minerva's pocket while she took the time to try and get out of his grasp.

Minerva stumbled forward when he let her arm go and she ran down to the end room, which was her parent's bedroom.

The room was much larger than Minerva's bedroom, and made her room look like a matchbox. The room was furnished in pale blue's and white. On the far corner there was a door onto a sunny balcony that was littered with flowers and the curtains that contained the window-door were a gauzy blue material. On the left side a large very comfortable looking bed was against the wall with a small rich brown colored nightstand on each side. There was also a large walk in closet on the opposite side and a fireplace with a small white couch in front of it.

The only problem with the room was that in the corner near the closet a large man with dark hair was tied tightly, barely conscious, and looking up at the bed with dark eyes that looked angry. He had a large cut on his leg which was undoubtedly what had caused the blood spot in the doorway of Minerva's old bedroom. On the bed, cowering against the pillows was a whispy looking woman with big green eyes and raven curls cut short to the top of her shoulders. Her face was tear-streaked while she shook and tried desperately to hide as a man at the foot of the bed pointed his wand at her and opened his mouth.

The man was no more than twenty-five, with light brown hair that was highlighted blonde, and a fierce set face. Minerva pounced at him, almost as if she were in her animagus form. She dug her fingers into his shoulder like claws.

The man spun around and shoved her off with fierce eyes glaring at her and penetrating the depths of her anger. Minerva fell to the ground hard and her mother gasped, finally realizing her daughter was in the room.

"Minnie-"she started but stopped mid name to scream in pain as Grindelwald's collaborator shouted: "Crucio!" The man in the corner jerked his head up as Minerva screamed in fury and her father began yelling.

"Stop it! Release her immediately! She's done nothing! On what grounds do you attack us?" her father yelled, staring at his wife's screaming and sobbing form.

"On the grounds that all muggle-borns should be exterminated from the earth." Grindelwald said calmly, coming into the room and smirking at Minerva's mother.

Minerva was looking powerlessly at her mother who was writhing in pain and screaming helplessly. The man with Grindelwald was looking at Minerva intently for a moment before turning to Grindelwald and looking at him expectantly.

"That's ridiculous! The wizarding race is dying out. We need muggle-borns." Minerva's father said. Grindelwald shook his head.

"Poor simple minded Albert. Have you not seen what they've done? They are not pure! The wizarding race should be pure yet they are ruining it with their muggle blood!" Grindelwald almost shouted.

"Take that curse off her now!" Minerva screamed, looking at her mother's ashen face with distress and horror.

"Hmm... wouldn't want to waste our hostages yet. Besides, she's such a pretty little mud-blood." Grindelwald sneered. Albert and Minerva's face's both changed to pure rage. "Take it off, Tom." Grindelwald nodded. The accomplice, Tom, took the curse off of Minerva's mother.

"Mum!" Minerva stood up from the floor and rushed forward to the sobbing and shaking woman who was so thin and tiny that she barely looked larger than one of the pillows on the bed. Minerva scrambled onto the bed, not caring if her captors fired at her, as long as her mother was comforted and knew Minerva loved her. Minerva wrapped her arms around the trembling woman.

"Minnie, oh Minnie." Her mother whimpered, and with that she began whispering protection spells and making crosses over Minerva's head.

"Accio Briellie!" Grindelwald said quickly when he realized that Minerva's mother was using old spells of protection on her daughter. Minerva's mother let out a high-pitched shriek and flew backwards into Grindelwald.

"Bri!" Albert shouted, looking horrified at his beloved wife. Grindelwald muttered a curse and ropes sprang from his wand and wrapped around Briellie's wrists and ankles like vicious snakes.

"That was foolish you wench!" Grindelwald spat at her, glaring as she fell to the ground and began shaking and sobbing again. "Since you were trying to so desperately to protect your dear daughter, I'll allow Tom the privilege of tormenting her." Grindelwald smirked at Minerva who gasped in horror. Before she could react, though years later she could never figure out what she should have done even if she had reacted quickly, ropes leapt fourth from Grindelwald's wand and slapped themselves around her with such force that she cried out in horror and at the pain burning into her skin.

"You know m'lord." Tom paused, voice very quiet, yet very threatening, "I would prefer it if you would call me Voldemort from now on." Minerva made a face at the name.

"But you forget my apprentice, that I have promised you nobility when we take over. You are Lord Voldemort." Grindelwald smiled as Tom moved forward towards Minerva and reached out a pale hand towards her face.