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Harrison's POV

He was breathing hard as Grindelwald dragged him back down the hallway. Harrison tried to memorize the way but the pounding in his head wasn't allowing for it. It felt as if he was going to be sick.

Thankfully they didnt have far to go even though he dreaded the conversation ahead. In all honesty, he wanted to give Grindelwald information about as much as he wanted to join the man. All he wanted was peace. Was that so wrong?

They entered an office that had bookcases lining the walls. A desk sat towards one side with an enormous window behind it. The window overlooked a set of mountains that were covered in snow. For a moment all he could do was stare. Those weren't any mountains he was familiar with. This meant he was most likely in Numenguard.

From what he remembered it was a fortress. Few had ever stepped onto its grounds without express permission from the Dark Lord. It was only after Dumbledore defeated him in a duel did it become a prison. Eventually even becoming the final resting place for the one who made it so famous.

As of that moment, a war had yet to truly begin. Aurors wanted to capture or kill Grindelwald before he became a larger threat. Comparatively speaking his army wasn't anywhere near what it could be. In fact, six months after his incarceration at MACUSA he escaped according to the history books. It was not long after that escape that he held a rally. A dark supporter had been killed that night. It was what rallied so many so quickly to his cause.

Harrison was pushed gently into a chair before Grindelwald stood in front of his desk. Green eyes clashed against mismatched as they stared each other down. For a long moment, they were silently judging each other.

It was Grindelwald who finally broke the silence, "This is Numenguard my base of operations. There are five levels to the castle. Currently, we are on the third. There is a library on the second level and the kitchens are on the first. If you don't like your room you're welcome to choose any of the others. The wards will allow you out onto the ground but you won't be able to go past the gates."

With his scent seeker abilities locked away with these damn runes, he knew that he was screwed. This man was insanely powerful and an absolute genius. It was a miracle he had not one the war before Voldemort. The power that rolled off of him was almost tangible even now.

Harrison couldn't help but ask, "What do you want from me, Grindelwald? I am not apart of your war and I have no intention of choosing a side. The wars I have already seen are enough."

Unconsciously he rubbed at his forearm. There was something there he realized with a shock. A small almost unnoticeable bump on his skin. It told him that there was something beneath the surface.

Prodding it carefully with his magic he was shocked when aura reacted back. It was small amounts not enough to set off any alarms for those unfamiliar with the Slates. To Harrison, it was a dire warning. There was a piece of the Slate from his time hidden in his arm. That couldn't be good. That couldn't be good at all.

Grindelwald asked noting his magic reacting, "What's wrong? Don't try to say it's nothing. I can feel your magic reacting to something."

Harrison snapped angrily, "Its none of your business, Grindelwald. You kidnapped me and sealed my inner animal behind runes. You will get nothing from me."

The younger man expected anger. He expected to be cursed for his insolence. What he did not expect was for the Dark Lord to laugh. All he could do was sit there stupidly wondering what the hell was happening.

The man said after a moment, "I didn't expect someone who knows my reputation amongst the Light to be so stubborn. Tell me, Harrison, what do you know of me or my goals?"

Harrison turned his head to the side considering the question. What did he know of Grindelwald's goals? Almost nothing. They talked about him in the history books like Voldemort took directly from his books. Whether that was true or not he didnt know.

A smile crossed the other's face. It was a knowing smile that held no mockery within it. Almost as if he expected Harrison not to know anything.

Grindelwald began slowly almost hypnotically his eyes never leaving Harrison's, "I can guess by the fact that you won't answer my question that you don't know. Most likely you expect that I want to kill all muggles like the Dark Lord's before me. That where the world is wrong only those who have come to my rallies and truly listened know what I am working towards. We strive for peace in our world. Something that will not happen if the muggles continue as they are now. If things continue there will be another World War. This one greater than the last. A bomb will drop and thousands upon thousands of wizards will die. Our wards do not protect against this kind of bomb. And without seeing it and its capabilities we cannot build a new ward to defend our homes and families."

Harrison sat back contemplating the words. Grindelwald knew of the atomic bomb that would be dropped? Did he want to stop the war that was coming? Both of which were news to him.

The books said that Grindelwald had supported Hilter in his war. Were they wrong? Or had something inheritately changed before the war truly begun? Both were disturbing prospects.