Plot: Grindelwald was never caught at the end of the war, and he was never seen again. A few years after the downfall of Voldemort, young Harry Potter finds himself rescued from the Dursleys by a strange man.
Scene 1:
Late at night, not a sound was heard on the streets of Privet Drive, not a single one, except for a pair of footsteps. Walking down the street, dressed in a grey three-piece suit, a black trenchcoat, and a matching hat, was a man who looked like he had just entered his early fifties, even though he was far older than that. He slowly stopped in front of the house labelled as 'number four'.
"Hmm," He pulled out his wand and gently waved it in a circle. "That seems exactly like the sort of thing you'd do, Albus." He chuckled before walking forward. He waved his wand once more to confirm the number of people in the house, seeing three upstairs and one downstairs. With a small flick of his wrist, the door in front of him was unlocked and gently swung open, allowing him access inside.
He took a glance around, ignoring the ghastly house design and spotted a picture of three people. Walking into the other rooms in the house he saw more pictures, but once again, only of the three people. A dark look came on his face as he walked over to the cupboard under the stairs, he gently tapped it once with the tip of his wand, it unlocked and swung open.
Inside were a couple of shelves filled with various bottled chemicals, tool kits, etc. But in the centre of the cupboard, lying on a small cot, was a small six-year-old boy. Young, thin, messy black hair and oversized, worn clothes.
"Wake up," He said gently, waving his hand over the boy, causing him to suddenly wake up. "It's good to meet you, Harry," He gently greeted the green-eyed boy who blinked at him for a moment before reaching for a pair of round glasses.
"H...hello," The boy said quietly. "Who...who are you?" He asked nervously.
"My name is Gellert, Gellert Grindelwald," He introduced himself. "It's nice to meet you, Harry."
"How...how do you know my name?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"My dear boy, a great many people know your name," Gellert said in an amused voice. "Are you hungry?" He asked.
"Little bit," Harry mumbled, still processing Gellert's comment about his name.
"Go and eat something then," He told Harry whilst gesturing in the direction of the kitchen.
"I...I can't," Harry frowned. "I only get to eat once a day after Dudley's finished breakfast."
"Say's who?" Gellert asked whilst gently reading Harry's mind.
"My uncle and aunt," Harry answered before frowning. "My head feels weird," He muttered, scratching the side of his head.
"Isn't that interesting?" Gellert grinned as he stopped his mind-reading probe. "Don't worry about your relatives, I'll talk to them. They won't mind you eating."
"Oh, are you sure?" Harry asked, struggling to believe him.
"Positive, go fix yourself something to eat. I'm going to go talk with your aunt and uncle," Gellert told him before turning and making his way up the stairs, he smiled as he heard Harry's footsteps head towards the kitchen. It wasn't long before he found the room where the aunt and uncle were sleeping, he took one look at the two disgusting-looking creatures and decided that they had to be removed, for the gene pool at the very least. He waved his wand a few times, transforming the room so it no longer had any windows or air vents, there was just a plain, old wall. He cast a spell to drain all the oxygen from the room, the spell would last about five hours, more than enough for his purpose. He closed the door and with a couple more spells, ensured that it couldn't be open or broken for a short period of time. "Now, what to do about the muggle offspring?"
Scene 2:
"Mr Potter, where is Gellert Grindelwald?" Dumbledore asked patiently as he stared down at Harry who was magically chained to the chair, but still sat as if he was on a throne. In the interrogation room with Dumbledore was also Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"In this room," Harry answered with a grin.
"Really?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.
"What do you fucking think, dumbass?" Harry snorted. "Does he look like he's in this room?"
"Harry, you have a very small window of opportunity to grasp hold of a second chance and avoid Azkaban prison," Dumbledore frowned.
"Tell us all you know about Grindelwald and we will convince the wizarding world that you are an innocent victim of his," Amelia cut in.
"You should ask your niece exactly how innocent I am," Harry grinned, causing Amelia to go red-faced and stand up, looking a second away from slapping him when Dumbledore spoke up.
"Enough Amelia," Dumbledore sighed. "Kingsley, please watch Mr Potter while I speak with Miss Bones."
"Of course, Professor Dumbledore," Kingsley said in a deep voice as Dumbledore escorted Bones out, the door had barely closed before Kingsley shot Harry an unimpressed look. "Was it necessary to mention her niece?" He asked before cancelling his disguises, revealing himself to be none other than Gellert Grindelwald.
"Somethings we do for fun," Harry shrugged. "Where's the real Shacklebolt?"
"Sleeping in the women's loo," Gellert answered while freeing Harry.
"Was that necessary?" Harry chuckled.
"Somethings we do for fun," Gellert grinned.