I am so sorry that this took so long. I procrastinate so well sometimes I even surprise myself. Every once in a while the thought 'maybe I should work on Vicis now..' then 'nah I'll do that later.' Eventually I looked back and did a double take once I realized just how long it had been.

Even worse, it has been revealed by the all powerful guidance counselor that I can't get rid of AP Language like I wanted to without completely screwing with my schedule. So now, I have more AP classes than I know what to do with and school starts in a 5 days.

As a result, I have no idea how long it will be in between chapters from this point on. School, obviously, comes first. I estimate I will have at least 150 pages of reading to do a week, excluding projects, papers, and general homework/studying. Updates might be months, they might be weeks, I have no idea. I have no intention of abandoning this fic, though. It will be finished! I swear on my magic ;)

I thought as a consolation gift I would make this chapter a bit longer. This is my longest chapter yet (almost 4,000 words). As always, thank you for reading!

Btw, so many of you said Hitler..Guys, Hitler is WWII. Get your world wars together. Dear god I got scared when I read those...

Over the next few weeks they traveled to Germany. They debated on what route to take. There were two main routes that ran through different cities. Neither of them could really decide which one they wanted to take.

They could either go from Paris to Stuttgart or from Paris to Dusseldorf. From either of those were even more cities branching out along the way to Berlin.

Harry eventually decided that he wanted to take the Stuttgart route. It was longer, but he had decided he wanted to see Stuttgart more than Dusseldorf.

Germany was obviously much more well off than France had been. Still, though, it seemed that half the people were just as depressed. Some seemed happy and fine, and yet others looked the exact opposite. It left an uneasy feeling in Harry's mind, and he racked his brain to think of any world events that might cause it.

It didn't take long. He almost hit himself. World War I. The first war that had involved nearly every major world power. It had begun in 1914, hadn't it? And here he was, on September 24th, 1913, in Germany. Next year Germany would invade Belgium. He didn't really see why this would affect them, really. From what he remembered, Germany had only done the invading; at this point they hadn't been invaded. They wouldn't be invaded until World War II.

"Sebastian, remind me to actually think of world events I remember from history class before we go somewhere. I would rather not end up in Germany in 1945. That would be much worse than this."

"Why?"

"Next year, Germany will invade Belgium, and World War I will start. The first war that involves nearly every major world power. We've come nearly right on top of it."

Sebastian laughed, then. "I think we both have problems with choosing where to go, darling."

Harry sighed, put upon. "Yes, trouble seems to follow me like a bee to flowers. Although, without it, I think my life would get quite boring. I'm too used to it now to relish its leaving."

Germany was a beautiful country; Harry had to give it that. Green rolling hills as far as the eye could see, some fields were filled with crops, others with flowers. The buildings were built with a very distinctive architecture that was not even close to being similar to British architecture. The buildings had brightly colored tiled roofs, so bright that when you weren't even in the towns you could see the roofs from miles away atop a hill.

It was then that Harry realized something. There was nothing happening, he was not learning anything, he was not fighting, and he hated it. This was excruciatingly boring. He had always thought that he would like to simply travel and see the world, but now he realized that he had to do something besides just that.

When he told Sebastian this, Sebastian just laughed. "That does not surprise me. Come, let me show you what demons do to amuse themselves when they are especially bored."

He led Harry through the town, until they reached the market. It was open air, with vendors selling wares at stalls and yelling out to try to catch a customer.

Sebastian walked right up to a woman selling handmade jewelry. He talked to her for a moment, then smiled and gestured avidly with one hand, in the process brushing her hand with his own. The woman smiled back and pointed to her left. Sebastian nodded.

He slipped off into the crowd, reappearing in front of another stall that sold vegetables. He seemed to argue with the man selling them for a moment before slamming his hand down on the stall, seemingly in anger. The man snapped back and they continued to argue until Sebastian threw his hands up in apparent exasperation, before walking back over to Harry.

He smirked at him. "Wait for it." A moment later a shriek was heard. Harry looked around Sebastian, to see the woman he had been talking to looking around her.

"Mein Ring! Jemand hat meinen Ring gestohlen. Wer hat ihn?!"Harry looked questioningly at Sebastian, who whispered in his ear after a second "My ring. Someone stole my ring. Who has it?" Harry nodded, and glanced back at the woman.

The town guard stationed at the market was there now, and, questioning her for a moment, announced ""Wir werden danach suchen. Wenn Sie den Ring besitzen und ihn jetzt zurückgeben, werden wir Sie gehen lassen."

Sebastian translated in his ear a moment later. "We will search for it, if you have it and hand it over now you will be let go."

They watched, Harry amused, as he was fairly certain he knew where this was going. After a few minutes his hunch was correct when they found the ring in the stall that the man who sold vegetables was at. The man argued heatedly with the guard "Ich nahm es nicht! Ich schwöre, ich war es nicht. Ich weiß nicht, wer es war, es war nicht ich!"

"I didn't take it! I swear it was not me. I don't know who took it, it wasn't me!" Sebastian murmured.

The guard seemed dubious. ""Wenn nicht Sie, wer dann?"

"If it wasn't you, then who?"

The man desperately looked around the market stall, until his eyes fell on Sebastian. "Er! Er hat vorhin mit der Hand auf den Stall geschlagen, er muss den Ring von ihnen gestohlen und ihn dann hier liegen gelassen haben!"

At that point Sebastian stopped translating, instead raising an eyebrow at the man. In perfectly native sounding German he replied "Warum sollte ich das tun? Sie zeigen mit ihrem Finger auf den Falschen."

The guard rolled his eyes and angrily marched the man off. Harry did not laugh, as some people were still glancing at them, but allowed a small amused smirk to appear on his lips. "That was momentarily entertaining, I'll give you that much."

Sebastian shrugged. "That is much simpler than what I usually do. It is much more entertaining to turn leaders of countries against one another than simply plant a ring and frame a man. That was merely the easiest example."

Harry smiled, eyes alight. "It would be rather amusing to turn world leaders against one another." He sighed. "It is a shame that I can't afford to risk changes. I want the world to be exactly as it was before when I was in the 90s. It will make manipulating things much easier."

Sebastian sighed. "Must you wait until then?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. Sebastian sighed again. "Fine. But what if we were to-"

"That vas rather amusing." A heavily German-accented voice interrupted Sebastian.

Harry looked over to see a fair haired man. His blonde hair was shaggy and reached the bottom of his neck. His eyes were an azure blue. He was of average height with a slender build. He looked to be in his very early twenties.

He smelled of power, charisma, and there was definite lust in there. The man was attracted to them.

Harry stared blank faced at him. It was obvious that he had seen what Sebastian had done. He supposed that if it amused them, if would amuse others, also.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it" he said, relaxing. The blonde man seemed surprised at this, as if his reaction was strange to him. It probably was. Most would be tense and wary at this point, yet Harry was completely relaxed.

The man's eyes flicked back and forth between Harry and Sebastian. "Vould you teach me?" Harry felt surprise flicker through him. The man wanted to be taught how to do that? Why? Sebastian had only done it to amuse them. While it was that, it did get old fast, and you could only do it so many times.

As if sensing Harry's thoughts, the man explained "I vould like to know how to pickpocket like that. That is all." Harry shrugged. While he knew how to pickpocket rather well, he had no desire to teach the man how. Although, it could relieve some of the boredom. Perhaps the man was interesting?

"What is your name?" The question came from Sebastian.

"Gellert Grindelwald." The answer was confident, as if he thought because Sebastian simply asked for his name that he was getting what he wanted.

Harry felt shock flitter through him. Grindelwald. Bloody fucking Grindelwald. Of course, out of all the people he could meet in this small German town, it would be him.

It would be interesting though. For him, to actually teach Grindelwald. He felt like laughing at the thought. "I am afraid that-"Sebastian got no further, as he was interrupted yet again.

"We'll teach you."

Sebastian stared hard at Harry, and then nodded. "We will teach you."

Grindelwald smiled.

"You are a wizard, right?" Harry asked, feigning ignorance. Grindelwald blinked in surprise before nodding. "You are, as vell?"

"Yes."

His eyes lit up. "You could teach me magic too, yes?" Harry smirked. "Might as well."

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed for a moment, wondering if there was some ulterior motive going on here. The move did not go unnoticed by either Harry or Sebastian.

"You say yes rather easily." The statement was obviously supposed to be a question. Harry treated it as a statement, and said nothing.

Grindelwald's eyes flashed for a moment, betraying his annoyance. "Fine, do not tell me. At least tell me your names?"

Harry gestured to himself. "I am Pravus, this is Sebastian." He did not blink at the rather strange name. He did, however, seem slightly suspicious of the fact that no last names were given. Harry, sensing this, said "There is no need for you to know our last names. We will teach you, then be gone. I doubt we will ever see each other again afterward."

Grindelwald seemed rather displeased at that, actually. His eyes had sharpened again and he was looking back and forth between them.

"Vhere vill you teach me?"

Harry considered the question for a moment. They could take him to the trunk, or rent a room somewhere. He had no desire to rent a room, and really didn't see a problem in taking him to the trunk. There was no way for him to get in without them, so it really didn't matter. If it was stolen, it would be rather easy to know it was him, and to get it back. Once a demon smelt a person's soul it was locked in their memory. They could track the soul scent like a bloodhound. It was completely foolproof, too. There was no way to mask the scent of your soul. You would have to have no soul at all to escape it.

Even then, there was certainly not room for teaching a wizard new spells in there. They would end up trashing the place. No matter how much of a genius Grindelwald was, when he was learning new spells he would definitely lack control at first.

The countryside, then. That would be the easiest place to do it at.

"When I am teaching you spells, the countryside. When Sebastian is teaching you how to pickpocket, among other things, here in the town."

Grindelwald nodded. "Vhere do I meet you, though?"

"Right here is fine. Meet us here tomorrow at seven in the morning. If you're late then we'll assume you don't want lessons. No exceptions." With that he turned and walked away, Sebastian quickly following.

"Why did you decide to teach him?" He was not angry, merely curious. He had been sure Harry would say no.

"Grindelwald will become a famous Dark Lord. He and his followers nearly took over Europe. He might have, too, if Dumbledore hadn't dueled him and won. I know I said I don't want to mess with what could be, but I honestly couldn't help myself. The irony of the Gold Boy Savior personally teaching a future Dark Lord was too much."

Sebastian laughed. "I have a feeling you won't be bored after this."

Harry smirked. "I am going to be one of the teachers to an infamous Dark Lord. Of course it won't be boring. I know exactly how he is going to use all the knowledge and skills we give him. It will be very entertaining."

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The next morning both Sebastian and Harry left for the same area as they had met Grindelwald. They had debated whether or not to go together, until they have both decided they had no desire to be apart, so they would teach him together. Of course, only Harry could teach him magic, but Sebastian, who had spent all the time Harry had been learning magic learning about the magical world and its subjects, still knew a lot. On a lot of subjects he knew even more than Harry.

When they arrived, they were both surprised to see that Grindelwald was already there. They had both expected him to be there almost exactly at seven.

Without exchanging any pleasantries, Sebastian started immediately. "Today, I am going to teach you the basics of pickpocketing."

"Only you?" he asked, bemused.

Harry spoke up. "While I know how to do these things, I have no idea how to teach them to others. Sebastian is more of a help with that." Seeing Grindelwald about to speak again, he guessed what he was going to say and added "Don't fear, I know how to teach magic. I was taught magic, I learned how to pickpocket out of practice. It is easier to teach something you were taught than to teach something you learned through practice."

Grindelwald closed his mouth, nodding instead.

"Now" Sebastian said "Do you actually know anything about doing this, or do you have no idea?"

Grindelwald shrugged. "I know vhat pickpocketing is. That is as far as my knowledge goes."

"Then observe" Sebastian told him. He held up a coin. "Put this somewhere on your person. I don't want to know where."

Grindelwald took the coin and Sebastian turned away. Harry felt a gentle push against his mind, and allowed Sebastian to enter. He ignored the surface thoughts and dove straight for the vision center, watching as Grindelwald hid the coin in his boot.

Sebastian removed himself from Harry's mind and turned around. "It is in your boot." Grindelwald blinked, shocked, then glared at him. "Trickery. There is no way you know that without looking."

Sebastian merely raised an eyebrow. "I am teaching you how to be a thief, did you expect to play fair? First lesson, use everything at your disposal no matter how underhanded. Honor has no place thievery."

Grindelwald looked sheepish at that. Harry started walking away. "Come on, then, I haven't got all day." He called back.

Grindelwald hurriedly ran after him, Sebastian following at a more sedate pace.

They walked until they were fairly far from town. Harry took out his wand and cast muggle repelling charms around the grassland they had stopped at. They couldn't have some muggle seeing them casting magic.

Harry turned back to Grindelwald. "What have you been taught so far?"

"Well-"He didn't get farther than that, as Harry held up his hand to stop him from speaking. "That was an idiotic question. If you were to lay out all that you knew we would be here for a very long time. No, attack me. Don't worry" Here he bared his teeth "I can take it."

Grindelwald gulped slightly, but complied.

He sent a wordless curse at Harry, a red light streaming from the tip. Harry didn't bother bringing up a shield, instead stepping to the side with an almost bored look on his face. Grindelwald tried again and again, but each curse Harry stepped away from, with little to no effort. Getting rather angry now, Grindelwald stepped it up, sending spells at a much higher frequency and almost viciously jabbing his wand at Harry.

Here Harry had to start moving more, dodging gracefully with neat movements. Each curse sailed harmlessly by. A particularly nasty curse headed straight for him. He sidestepped and reached out his own wand in the same movement, sending a yellow flash of light at Grindelwald. As Harry had not launched a single spell before this, Grindelwald was caught unprepared, and ended up sprawled out on the grass, in a full body bind.

With a wave of his wand, Harry set Grindelwald free. He jumped up, a slightly sullen look on his face. No doubt he had thought himself good before now.

"Magic isn't everything. As you saw, I did not need to create a shield. I easily dodged your spells. Why waste magic on a shield when you can just dodge it?"

Grindelwald looked thoughtful at that. "You vill teach me how to do this?"

"Yes. I will teach you how to duel properly, and that includes dodging. No self-respecting wizard should rely solely on his magic. That is a fast way of getting killed. Now, as fun as this was, we have things to do." With that, he grabbed Sebastian and apparated away.

Once they were back in their trunk, Harry had clear amusement in his eyes. "He is nothing like I thought he would be. He is rather naïve and idealistic. He expects others to play by unspoken rules. His magic, though, is impressive. He was able to shoot spells at me for a while, and in quick succession. He still wasn't even close to running out of magic when I bound him."

"He wasn't abysmal" was Sebastian's succinct reply.

"I think it just hit me that we might be the ones who made him into a Dark Lord. I mean look at him. He is nothing like a Dark Lord. What happens between now and 1945 that builds him up so high then breaks him down?"

They both thought for a moment, completely coming up blank.

"We'll just have to continue teaching him, I suppose. We will have to get rid of that childish streak he has." Here Harry stopped, a thoughtful look on his face. "Do you think we are why he became a Dark Lord? Or am I messing with the timeline?"

"Harry, I sincerely doubt that you could ever resist the amusement of teaching him. While our tutelage may not be what solely creates a Dark Lord, we are undoubtedly a part of it. This is what is called a paradox. Grindelwald became a Dark Lord because we taught him. We taught him because he was a Dark Lord. It is a never ending cycle that will give us a headache if we think about it too long."

Harry had to admit he was right. Technically, he had already done this. He knew he would never be able to resist it.

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They both continued teaching Grindelwald for around a year. He was quite a quick learner, and became quite good at both dueling and stealing or fooling people. He had a perfect poker face, and could charm a chicken out of its eggs.

One particularly memorable lesson was when Grindelwald had wondered aloud what the Cruciatus felt like. Harry, in his infinitely charitable mood, had seen fit to show him. After enjoying a few screams, he had announced that Grindelwald was to start Cruciatus resistance lessons. After that, Harry threw the Cruciatus around until the man could grit his teeth and bear it with no writhing and no screams. To say Grindelwald learned to curb his tongue would be to put it mildly.

They perhaps would have continued teaching him, if the war had not started. While Germany was not a warzone, as the warring was far outside of its borders, Harry had no desire to stay. The town was becoming quite boring, as the novelty of teaching Grindelwald had worn off sometime after the first month. They had taught him many things, not even close to everything they knew, but many things. He could go learn on his own now.

And so they both left without warning, not even bothering to leave a note as Redbeard had done. Harry reflected that now he knew exactly why Redbeard had left.

They did not go to Berlin as previously planned, and instead simply trekked out of Germany to Denmark. The trip took much longer, as they had to traverse almost all of Germany to get to Denmark. They eventually got there, though. From the border they traveled all the way to Copenhagen.

Copenhagen was much larger than Stuttgart, though they spent much less time there. They saw the sights and, as always, Harry sought magics native to the land.

Harry found that he inherently hated cold countries. While, as a demon, he did not feel cold as keenly nor could he die from it, he still despised the feel of it. Sebastian seemed greatly amused by this, as he had long ago grown completely indifferent to temperature.

As a result, Harry was rather snappish and bad tempered. Sebastian lamented the loss of Grindelwald as his stress reliever. He'd much rather have his Harry in a good mood. He tolerated the bad mood until a native who had made one snide remark ended up with a caved in face. Harry had put a bit too much force behind his punch.

"Love, I think we should go south. This is getting rather out of hand." Harry seized on the idea immediately. Nothing had ever sounded better. "We should get a portkey to Greece. I've always wanted to go there." Sebastian looked surprised. "What? I know I didn't want to portkey travel, but I really hate this place. I am aware that if we physically travel to Greece it will take forever."

Sebastian acquiesced and Harry brought out a spare bowtie. Ignoring Sebastian's affronted look at his cavalier use of one of his bow ties, he created a portkey out of it. He held it out to Sebastian, who took it with a rather sullen look on his face. "It's just a bowtie, Seb" Harry soothed. Sebastian sourly reflected that his mood seemed to already be improving upon the prospect of leaving Denmark.

"Greece." The portkey glowed for a moment, before they were sucked into the vortex of nothingness. Sound rushed around them, and a strange pressure centered on their stomachs, making them feel as if they were circling endlessly. Without ceremony they were both dumped out somewhere in Greece, as Harry hadn't been very specific with where to put them.

Harry sat up and looked around, and saw they were in the middle of a fairly large valley. There were houses dotted on the mountains in the distance, but it seemed they were far from any kind of city or town. They randomly chose a direction and started walking.

Harry loved it. He reveled in the sun beating down on them, in the mountains everywhere. Rock with grass stretched on in front of them. The sky was so blue.

They walked for a few days before coming across the first city. It was situated on a mountain, with the buildings built up against it mimicking stairs. The first thought Harry had was white. Every building was white. Beyond that, a beautifully blue ocean stretched to the horizon. The site was so picturesque Harry had to stare for a few moments. He turned, then, to Sebastian. "We are staying in Greece." Sebastian only smiled and agreed.

You might ask me: Why did you have them teach Grindelwald thievery? My response: Why not?