(a/n - yeah, bad ending to the last chapter, I guess. I just didn't know how to make it seem all dramatic. Ah well.)
Missing Pieces...
It had been almost a month now, Albus realised that the school holidays were slowly ebbing away, like sand grains in an hourglass when one doesn't want the time to be over quickly. He sighed. The brothel looked desolate now, and was closed for business. Albus was unsure why though. He didn't have the crucial pieces to find out what had been going on with the dark wizard. He didn't have Minerva. Albus also knew one thing, Grindelwald would stop at nothing to gain power. He had even befriended Albus years ago, and while Albus had thought he had a crush on Gellert, he knew he was wrong. For Albus' heart belonged with Minerva.
Minerva tossed and turned. Her business had been shut down, and the rest of the prostitutes either freed with severely altered memories or killed. Except her. Grindelwald had kept her, claiming that she was his new toy. Apart from the fact that so many men had begun to crave her, was the fact that Grindelwald secretly craved her too. The truth was, that Grindelwald wad going to use Dracula's Daughter to bring some of the influential wizards to him, so that he could kill them and become even more powerful.
For this was a man who didn't love. He had loved, once, long ago, he had loved a man named Albus, who had gone on to do wonderous works. The trouble was, Grindelwald was unsure. He was unsure whether he had lived Albus or not. For if he was truthful, he had only befriended Albus because Albus could get him what he wanted. Power.
Minerva was still having flickers if memories of this other man. The only thing was, she didn't know who he was. The pieces were missing. And she knew what would bring them back. The mystery man.