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Harrison's POV

Following the old grey wolf was easier than he would have thought. Gellert kept his pace slow so that everyone could keep up. Specifically Quent as the man was human.

More than once had to grab the back of a man jacket to keep him from going off the edge of a cliff. Or from slipping and breaking his neck.

In the nights they would take turns on watch. However, no matter when Harrison fell asleep or woke up it seemed that the old wolf was awake. Awake and watching over them.

For the most part, Grindlewald was silent. His main focus was on getting them to their destination. All he would say about it was that it was at the bottom of the mountains. That they would be on the shore of one of the world's sea. That it would freeze over in a few weeks.

The night of the new moon found them in the last quarter of the mountain. Malcolm lay close to the fire his tail curled around him. Harrison was curled close to Quent. A heavy arm laid over his back.

Grindelwald sat by the camps edge his piercing mismatched eyes watching the darkness. The stars shone in the dark skies. There was tension in his shoulders. It was obvious he expected trouble but did not wake the others.

Harrison startled awake as he came out of a dream. It had yet to change from the ones showing him the frozen water. Noting the alertness of the older wolf he wiggled out from under Quent's arm. Before nudging the man closer to the fire.

Grindelwald didnt turn his head or give any acknowledgment of his presence. His mismatched eyes continued to stare out into the darkness.

Harrison sat by his side staring out at the darkness. What was it the old wolf saw out here? Why didnt he stay by the fire to keep warm?

A sigh escaped the wolf before he stated, $You have questions.$

Harrison gave the other a sheepish look. He did have questions more than he could count. Growing up as he did though taught him to seek the answers rather than ask for them.

$Ask your questions, pup. I will not begrudge you for them.$

Harrison asked his head turning to look at the grey wolf, $How did Dumbledore defeat you? There is so little information on how you were defeated.$

Grindlewald let out a forlorn sigh before turning his face towards the sky. The firelight played across his mismatched eyes.

He began quietly, $When I was a young teenager I fell in love with a human. I wasnt much younger than yourself. Albus was the human that I fell in love with. Fresh out from my journey I was foolish.$

Love? That wasnt what he was expecting. Then again people said that it made them blind. It still didnt explain how he became a Dark Lord. Or why Dumbledore had turned against him.

Grindelwald continued in a low rumble, $After a few years of interactions between I told him my secret. No one in the world knew that I was a wolf. In the beginning, he accepted me for who and what I was. We were going to recreate the world and build a path to Paradise. So that everyone could go. Not just wolves.$

That goal sounded familiar. Many humans magical and not wanted the paths to Paradise to open for them. According to legend, however, only wolves could find it.

Harrison wanted the same thing that Grindelwald at one time. He wanted Quent to be able to follow them to Paradise. During his journey, he had learned what it truly meant to care for another person.

There had always been his pack that he cared about. He had practically been raised by them. Tsume is the closest any of them had to a real parent.

It simply wasnt the same as the bonds forged here. Quent had saved his life after the risk of his own. Malcolm had become a protective older brother. Paradise would have meant nothing without these bonds.

Grindelwald said after a long moment, $For several years our views were the same. I thought that maybe we could change the world. Then his little sister grew ill with Paradise sickness. This illness eats away at your very soul. Much like when someone receives the dementor's kiss. According to the clans and your grandfather, only those who are considered to be Nobles will fall prey to the disease. Before Albus's sister, the last case was over a hundred years prior. There hasn't been one since either. Once the symptoms start there is nothing that can be done to help them. It wasnt my fault but that didn't stop Albus from blaming me.$

Paradise sickness? He thought that was a myth. Then again wolves were supposed to be extinct. Creatures of myth and legend even to humans.

That was what broke the bond between the two men. Some bonds were forged to last. Others even if they seemed strong were in fact fragile.

Harrison rumbled out, $I'm sorry.$

$Dont be. It was because of my decision to trust Albus that our clan was destroyed. I wasnt there when it happened but the bond with the clan shattered. It was only with your howl that the bonds began to reforge. When I heard the howl that was when I broke out of Nurmengard.$

Harrison queried, $How many do you think will answer the call?$

Grindelwald sighed, $There is no telling. If any of your grandfather's wolves made it through the massacre then they will. It all depends on how many still have hope. That was something I never lost. Your grandfather saved me from myself during my journey. As such, I swore my life and loyalty to his line. And to him. His blood runs through your veins. As I was bound to him I am now bound to you. Whether it's to Paradise or the Gates of Hell I will follow you.$