This is the creepiest of all the chapters so far and I like for it's dark and sinister tone. I call it the ' Hannibal Lecter scene'.
Disclaimer: HP does not belone to me, at all!
Chapter VII - Mutiny
The French department of mysteries was unbearable. The halls looked like a traditional dungeon crossed with a muggle sewer; and smelt like it too. Rotten old cauldrons and furniture disgustingly decorated the beastly basement level. All of Albus' senses were revolted. He had to muster all his inner strength to keep a straight face, but the rumbling in his stomach telling him to vomit was making it grudgingly difficult. Paddock was having a much harder time keeping it down. His mouth looked like it was going to explode more and more often as the smell worsened and they followed Graisseux and the tall, block headed faced Frenchman that had escorted them through the atrium, whose name had been revealed to be Epave.
"Zis vay gentlemen", Epave repeated once again, raising a hand to acknowledge a narrow corridor with a very high ceiling. Graisseux led the way while Epave stood guard at the door, his face inexpressive and charmless. Graisseux led them to a small door at the end of this narrow corridor. Passing through it had to be done in very strict single-file.
The next site Albus saw was spectacularly horrifying. It was a dungeon like no other: iron maidens stood as ornaments on the right wall of the massive chamber. Unique stretching devices stood upright on the left. And at the very back of the dank dungeon there was a cell with a man inside.
This man was old, short, thin and balding and his face was covered in warts, making him look like a troll. His small grey beard had clumps missing and his teeth were unnaturally sharp. His back was hunched, his hands were tightly intertwined and the robe he wore was long and a strikingly dark. "Bonjour, Grindelwald", Graisseux said, politely. "Bonjour, ministre", Grindelwald replied, his accent very strong and sinister. "Minister", Albus said, leaning down to speak directly to Graisseux, "would you mind asking"- "Actually, sir", Grindelwald said suddenly, his English accent sounding as strong and convincing as his French one; and even more sinister, "I give you permission to address me directly". "Very well", Albus said, trying to keep his credibility high, "so. You're Grindelwald". "Yes I am", Grindelwald said, maliciously. "So, the question is why", Albus said. "The answer, little man, is because they are a threat. If Adolf's regime is destroyed, then my regime is destroyed".
So it was true. These murders were directly linked with the Nazi's. "So your first name terms with the Fuhrer, are you"? "Yes I am", Grindelwald said, completely ordinarily, "in fact we have been friends for many years. It was I that introduced him to the whole idea". "If I may interject", Paddock said, suddenly, "what is your goal"? "My goal is to eradicate all muggles and mud bloods, the retched scum of the earth, the only thing that stops man from achieving true greatness. All Jews are notoriously muggles". "And how will this help the earth?" Albus asked. "Because then the gene-pool will be cleansed", Grindelwald passionately replied, "because then the wizarding world will never fear showing themselves to the rest of the world again. War is the only way, and anyone who stands in our way, will be eradicated" .
This was shocking news, but useful news too. Albus and Paddock now new who the leader of the dark wizards was and the new they're new their plan. At least some progress had been made on this trip.
"Tell me", Paddock said, chuckling slightly, "how do suppose you'll do all this from inside a dungeon". "Wiglaf Paddock, Albus Dumbledore, I will tell you how", Grindelwald said, shocking Albus and Paddock so much they nearly fell on the floor, "I will tell you a single word. And that word is: Mutiny".
Suddenly, the lights vanished and everything was dark. A flash of green light shot passed Albus' right arm, where Graisseux was standing. Albus pulled out his wand and screamed, lumos, but nothing came out of his mouth. He had frozen still, wand in hand. Then the lights came back on. The cell's bars had turned to dust and Grindelwald was now joined by Epave and Graisseux's secretary. "You see, Albus, Wiglaf, this is how I plan to succeed", Grindelwald said, triumphantly, "Epave, remove the corpse; I intend to make it my second horcrux". Albus rolled his eyes to his right and he could see Graisseux's dead body lying completely still on the hard stone floor. Epave brushed past Albus, grinning a grin that seemed out of place on the face of a man who had always been completely emotionless. Albus nearly shed a tear when he heard Graisseux's body being dragged away. "Now", Grindelwald said, confidently, approaching the two stiff wizards, "what to do with you two".
Good? Tell me.