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Chapter 18

"Credence? Credence?!" It was Grindelwald. "Get away from him! He is dead, you don't have any power over him. It is all your fault. Because of your stupid words", it was nothing more than a whisper, Malenas voice wasn't strong enough. Gellert Grindelwald apparated, directly onto the street, where she had found Credence. The street, where he had met Grindelwald. "Where is Albus?", he asked. His whisper was as desperate as Mals and that made it even worse. "He went out to ask one of his alchemy friends because of some kind of plan, hours ago, together with Perenelle. I am not good at healing spells, I couldn't do anything against it", Nicholas Flamel reported. Grindelwalds face twisted into a grimace, as he heard their voice. He shoved Mal away from Credence and squatted down next to him. He put one of his hands onto Credence chest, closed his eyes, just as Mal had tried, and partly whispered, partly sang: "Vulnera Sanentur... Vulnera Sanentur... Vulnera Sanentur." No magic came out of Grindelwalds hands. He drew his wand and tried again. Still, nothing happened. "I got you, Credence. You won't die. Listen to me, you won't die. Not like Ariana", he whispered. No one except Malena was near enough to hear it. "Give up, you can't save him anymore", Leta said, Mal could hear the tears in her voice. Grindelwald did not even turn in her direction, as he said: " You better be quiet, Lestrange. The last time you gave up fighting, he got abused and turned into an obscurial, because of you. Every time I give up in my life, I lose something or someone. I have lost too much. Credence won't be on that list. And even though he has chosen to be against me, I won't let him die." Mal did have to look at him twice, as she realized that Grindelwald was crying, together with everyone in this room. And then, as everyone was silent, she heard someone laugh. She had heard that laugh before. It was Credence. "I was right. You are on the wrong way, with the right intentions. Plottwist. I hope you remember this day some time again and tell yourself: maybe I should have given up then. Either giving up or failing forever, Grindelwald. And I believe that giving up to do the right thing is better." Malena saw his lips moving. Malena, I love you. She loved him too, and this day had made it clear to her, how much.

"What's your name?" Grindelwald, Grindelwald, Grindelwald was talking to him. Why was he here? What on earth had brought him here? Maybe it was because he was stupid. More stupid than usual. "My name's Krall, sir." He lifted one eyebrow and Krall knew that he was judging him. "Are you really sure that it is the right decision for you? Do you swear to give everything you have to the greater good? Will you defend your belief in it at all times, even when threatened with torture, death or other?" "Yes", he murmured. Krall knew that Grindelwald did not believe him. "And at least: what is your reason to be here?" Why did he have to know that? He wasn't ready to tell it anyone and especially not Grindelwald. "If you are not willing to tell the truth, you are not able to serve in my army, Krall. Or you won't be able to do anything at all. It depends" Grindelwald was scary. Not because of his looks, not because he was the darkest wizard that had ever existed. But because he was so kind to everybody but could be so brutal at times. There was no plan on how to deal with him. He was uncontrollable. Krall heard the threat in Grindelwalds voice. It had been his choice and there was nothing that would make him give it up. You promised it. You promised it by your life and you won't give up, not now. Don't be a coward, Krall. At then end, you will win. You promised by the last words of your sister, told him his brain. He couldn't listen to it, there was just fear in him, he was no hero. He had never been, and there was no way that he was able to do this without dying. Krall was not ready to die now. Your sister wasn't ready either. "I'm sorry, sir. My family was murdered by the", he took a deep breath, "the ministry, just because they were werewolves. Our family had a long history of purebloods, until my mother was bitten. She had founded a school to help other werewolves control themselves. Everything... They destroyed everything, but couldn't see what they had done. This is why I am here. I want to built up again, what my mother built. You say, control and belief are the two things in life that can change everything. I believe that there is no sense in living in a world, where people murder without looking twice. We were werewolves, but we were good. We never killed anybody, we were controlling ourselves. And I hope you can give me a better future than what I had to leave behind", Krall said loudly. Grindelwald did not hesitate. He believed him, finally. The pain made it easier to relate to people. And sometimes, in the time he would now be one of Grindelwalds acolytes, he saw the same pain in Grindelwalds face, as in the face he saw in the mirror every morning. They were both fighting for something, but Krall did not fight, unlike Grindelwald, in a war that was already lost. Krall had a chance of winning, he would win, if he just did not leave Grindelwald. But he had to stay because of other reasons than what Grindelwald thought.

It had been winter, the winter after his family had left him, and Krall did not have any idea on how to survive. He wouldn't even want to survive, if there had not been the promise. His whole life had been thrown away, by no one other than Grindelwalds former friends and supporters at Durmstrang. He lied too often, but this time, there was no other possibility. Grindelwald did not remember the screams of Kralls little sister, he did not remember how his friends had laughed, as she had told Krall: "Promise me, do what is right. Don't become like one of them. Do what is right, Krall.", she said, as she closed her eyes. Grindelwald did not remember how Krall had slaughtered all his former friends, after they finished laughing, because he had not been there. Gellert Grindelwald was travelling to England, but his "friends" took him as an example. (They were not really his friends, they all just looked up to him). And Krall had realized that they had not killed them all because they were psychopaths. Grindelwald wouldn't have done that. They had killed them to experiment with them, because they thought that that was what Gellert was doing. They all were so wrong. They did not know anything about him. Neither did Krall. The only person that really knew Grindelwald was Albus Dumbledore. And he was the person that found Krall lying in the snow, almost dead. He had given his life to Dumbledore, without him he wouldn't have it anymore and Krall remembered the slogan his mother had always sung to him, when he was little. A life dedicated to the Good is the greatest gift anyone can give the world. This was the real reason why he served for Grindelwald. He was Dumbledores spy.

"Master, you want to do what?" "This is just phase one of my plan, Vinda. You don't have enough time to question my methods. And even if you had, your opinion wouldn't matter. We do what we said. If you do your job good enough, everyone of you will have a wish free. But still, there is work to do" "Sir, I believe we don't really know what you mean with your words. Of course, we want to follow your plan, but if we don't know what it is about, we can't do anything", Corvus Lestrange the fourth said. Grindelwald had always had the feeling that he was the most stupid of his followers. It wasn't smart to ask too much question. Krall opened the mouth, but did not say anything. "I said that we are going to fight" "Fight? But it's too soon. When we fight now then", Vinda said, and immediately stopped herself from talking. Her words were not as important as her life to her. . She understood. Gellert smiled. Finally, someone who understood him. "I know, and I appreciate all your opinions more than anything. We won't start a war, if you thought that. Just some attacks. There is a lot what we have to do. Some of it is too secret and I can't tell it to anyone. Some of it you may already know. You are my dearest friends, and this is why I ask you: what should I do?" Friends. The word sounded bitter on his tongue. Gellert did not have any friends, he had lost the ability to make them, to trust them, in the moment as Ariana died. He did not care about his army, not about any of them. They were all just tools. Tools, to make the world see their mistakes. Grindelwald had not just chosen his army of the dearest acolytes because of their abilities. Corvus did not want anything more than get revenge for what the muggles had done to his son, he did not know that Credence was alive and if he listened to Grindelwald, that would not change. Vinda had been accused of almost everything, half of her fellow aurors hated her because of her talent, the other half loved her. And the hate was stronger than the love, which was why the aurors accused her of attacking muggles. Everything she had done in her life had been destroyed by a muggle who believed that she was the reason for the scar on his left arm. And Krall... Krall hated everybody around him. He was kind to everybody, but in his soul, he hated them all. Grindelwald did not trust any of them. They all had enough reasons to hate him, to betray him. And his great, great master plan was that they were his dearest followers. The only ones who could be able to destroy everything around him, to take his crown. This was why they would be the front line in his war. His war of regret and revenge.

It began suddenly. Lost people, some waking up with scars they had never seen before. It all began with one thing. Grindelwald hated murdering people of whom he knew the name. He had decided to let Newt, Tina and Queenie live. They would survive either way, he had seen it in his visions too often. But a little fear wouldn't harm them too much. They should know that he was able to control their life — that he was able to do things they weren't even able to imagine. As he, Vinda, Corvus, Krall and about five other of his followers came, they were all sleeping. What a beautiful house Nicholas Flamel had there! It really was pretty, with its white almost grey stone walls and this wooden door. Gellert did not even try to open the door. Of course the house had protecting charms around it, he had felt them last time, as he thought that Credence died. He just smiled at Krall, who nodded. Krall didn't seem to be well tonight, probably because it was full moon and because he was sick. He couldn't even stand out of his bed, couldn't write letters or eat like a normal person. No one had been able to cure him, but luckily they had him, Grindelwald. After Arianas death, he had studied every healing spell in the world. He wouldn't let anyone of the people that mattered die again. There were just a few that mattered to him, but they meant too much to him. He went through the list of these people and his heart stopped a little, as he remembered that Dumbledore, Albus, would be in there. He did not look up as Krall kicked down the door, he didn't focus on the furniture or the house, as they went in. If he had looked, he would have thought that it was probably beautiful. Everything in this house was in absolute order, but that only reminded him of what a mess he, himself was inside. Nicholas slept on the couch, next to his wife Perenelle and snored. How could anyone sleep while hearing that much noise? The living room and the kitchen were absolutely empty, except a lot of paperwork on Nicholas desk. "Do we really have to go up?", one of his acolytes asked. Grindelwald just rolled his eyes. With a wink of his hand, the acolyte was quiet. "I just want to say: if anyone wants to go: run away, but don't expect me to take you back again, when you come begging. And I have to tell you: I agree, it isn't the most beautiful method and you are all probably totally scared to death, but this is the safest. If anyone of them wakes up: some of you will stand at every bed, to cast spells — and remind yourselves: no killing curse. They could all be useful.", Gellert Grindelwald said. Finally, he felt the spells on the house trying to make him go out. He blocked them all out, he made a shield around him and his followers, even those who now stayed at Nicholas and Perenelles side. The protection wanted to take his magic, wanted to eat it all up, but Grindelwald knew this kind of magic. He had read a lot about Flamels magic style and was prepared. He would get what he had wanted. Nothing in the room where Tina, Queenie and Leta slept, nothing next to Jacob and Newt. "Okay: You come with me. Krall, you stay with Tina and Corvus, you with Jacob and Newt and Vinda stays with Malena" He did not know how he managed to keep Corvus from seeing Credence, but he had the imperio on all of his acolytes. They wouldn't destory his plan today.As he finally arrived in the attic, he did just have to look once and knew that it was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who sat on the floor. Awake.