Disclaimer: See the Prologue.

A/n. Thanks for all the reviews! I have had a good response so far, enjoy this chapter. Changed the day of rescue to August 1 to work with Gellert's plan.

Chapter 1: Escape and rescue

3 years later. July 30, 1984, headmaster's office.

Albus Dumbledore was one happy man. So far, his plans were going not exactly smooth but sometimes, for the grater good, things just have to wait and new plans needed to be put in motion just in case the old ones failed.

After his meeting with the goblins, things had been difficult.

The Goblins had attempted to execute the real will of James and lily, but Albus had made up a story about James and Lily correcting there will in secret on October 30th, 1981.

The ministry had just believed him. Afterall, who wouldn't? He was the great Albus Dumbledore so of course everyone would believe him.

Harry had gone to the Dursleys, and Sirius was in Azkaban.

At the moment, he was fully confident that the rest of his plans with Harry Potter would succeed.

After a few years, it would be easier if Ginny Weasley would follow his plan.

she was very powerful. He had blocked 95 percent of her magic. It would just not do for the girl to be independent and powerful.

the imperious curse wouldn't be much affective. He just hoped that Ginny would start to develop feelings for Harry Potter after Molly told her stories about him.

All the stories would be false but what people didn't know won't hurt them.

At the same time, Gellert Grindelwald opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the small, barred window set into the heavy door of his cell. He could just make out the bright smile of one of the younger guards who were guarding his cell.

He was sitting in his cell thinking about all the things that he had done when he was younger.

To this day, he still regretted killing all those people.

The deathly hallows were a lure for fools and because of the power, he had committed all these crimes.

Albus bloody Dumbledore was not helping matters, of course. He was encouraging him.

He deserved to be in this place for everything he had done.

One of the guards pushed a rolled-up copy of the Daily Profit through the bars of the window.

His interest was captured by a small, grainy picture on page two which appeared to show a young boy staring into the camera lens in surprise. Wondering why the paper would publish such a thing, he read the accompanying text.

The Daily Prophet can now confirm that this picture is definitely of Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived. Freelance photographer, Chris Baily, managed to capture the shot in the Muggle town purely by chance. Mr. Baily was quoted as saying that as soon as he saw the legendary lightning bolt-shaped scar on the boy's forehead, he knew who he was looking at.

Little is known of Harry Potter's home life, and the Ministry has refused to comment on the matter. It is widely rumoured, however, that Mr. Potter's magical guardian is none other than Albus Dumbledore, who took the role after Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter, were tragically killed by You-Know-Who on the thirty-first of October, nineteen eighty-one. Harry remains the only known person to have survived the Killing Curse, which was responsible for giving him his famous scar and getting rid of he who must not be named.

Mr. Baily commented that young Harry was dressed in a strange Muggle fashion and…

Gellert stopped reading and stared at the picture once again. Sure enough, he could just make out the scar on the boy's forehead. He put the paper down and started to think. Too many things here didn't make sense. The Killing Curse worked, much like the Cruciatus Curse, by attacking the nervous system. Once it hit its intended victim, the Killing Curse would instantly shut down all energy in the body, causing every major organ to stop functioning within milliseconds. There was no way it should ever leave a scar.

More to the point, why was his old foe Albus Dumbledore getting involved in the boy's life? It was possible he was a good friend of the Potters and was named as Harry's guardian in their will, but somehow Gellert doubted it. While Albus was happy teaching children, he could never imagine the man actually looking after one. Mind you, the boy looked badly under-nourished and Gellert doubted that those pitiful rags were some 'Muggle fashion'. They were probably exactly what they appeared to be: rags.

Gellert shifted himself further back onto his bunk, as he considered what he knew about this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or, more correctly, Voldemort, if you chose to ignore all that rubbish. He'd followed the man's rise with muted interest. Britain was, after all, far away and he had no connection with this new Dark Lord. Gellert did abhor Voldemort's politics, however. When he'd been trying to take over the world, it was in an effort to improve it and lead the wizards to a brighter future. This madman just wanted to kill everyone who wasn't magical. It reeked too much of the death camps his former lackeys had insisted they set up. Blaming all your troubles on the Muggles was just the same as blaming it on the Jews, and Gellert had learnt what rubbish that was to his cost.

Even if he was deranged, this Voldemort was clearly immensely powerful. One thing that Gellert had noticed with interest was the way the man strangely changed in appearance as the years progressed. When the war in Britain had begun in earnest in the early seventies, Voldemort had looked relatively human, but by the time this Harry Potter caused his downfall in nineteen eighty-one, his appearance was oddly altered. If anyone had chosen to ask him what might have caused such a thing, Gellert would have answered honestly, but no one did. Still, the knowledge made Voldemort's defeat at the hands of a small boy even stranger, to his mind.

Something was rotten here, and he would lay odds that Albus Dumbledore was at the top of it.

Even if Dumbledore was involved, what was it to do with him? He'd long since vowed that he would die within these four walls, a fitting ending for someone who had caused as much pain and suffering as he had. The woes of the world were no longer anything to do with him.

On the other hand, if he just ignored this situation, wasn't he guilty of causing more suffering by his inaction? Gellert had very little faith that Dumbledore would handle the situation well. The man simply didn't have the strength of will to do the right thing and was far too forgiving. If left to his own devices, Dumbledore would probably lead them all to ruin. Did he dare to stand back and let the whole world burn again? It was a frightening thought.

For two days, he meditated in his cell. He refused the meals he was offered, and didn't once move from his position of sitting cross-legged on his bunk. On the second day, clarity came to him and he gingerly unfolded his stiff legs. After an unavoidable trip to the bucket that served as his toilet, he stood and stared out of the tiny, barred window, set high in the wall. The sky outside was an iron-grey colour, without a single break in the thick, snow-filled clouds. Soon, for the first time in over thirty years, he would walk a free man under those clouds, and feel the weak winter sun on his face. But first, he had to free himself in such a way that wouldn't draw attention. He sat back on his bunk and began to formulate a plan.

Several hours later, one of the guards came by on his rounds.

and Gellert called to him. It was a simple matter to overwhelm the young man's mind just by establishing eye contact. Although he was a fine fellow, his mental defences were non-existent and Gellert was able to implant his instructions into his mind without difficulties.

In a couple of hours, Gellert was awoken by the sound of his cell door opening and the guard entering. The young man held his wand out in front of him, like he was going to cast a spell, but Gellert realised he was really Levitating a Disillusioned object. The young man set his invisible burden down on Gellert's now vacated bunk and cancelled the Disillusionment Spell.

Gellert examined the corpse of the old man intently. He was approximately the same height and build as him, and his features weren't too dissimilar. No, this body would do perfectly.

Silently, the man reached into his robes and pulled out a wand made of dark wood. Gellert gave it an experimental wave and was pleased to see that it responded to him reasonably well. He would probably get a better one later, but this would certainly do for now.

Setting to work, Gellert began to Transfigure the old tramp's face into a perfect match of his own. He then continued to work down the dead man's body until he was satisfied that he was an exact replica of himself.

"Did you bring me new clothes?" he demanded of the young guard. His only response was to hand him a small bag which, on examination contained a complete change of clothing. Eagerly, he shed the tattered prison uniform he had worn for many years and dressed himself in his new outfit. He then transferred his old clothes to the tramp. Once he was finished, he turned back to the guard.

After wiping the guard's memories, Gellert Grindelwald finally escaped prison. His goal, find Harry Potter and train him.

August 1st, 1984.

/"Why am I a freak? Why did my parents die? Why does everyone hate me?"/ These were some of the questions running through young Harry Potter's mind as he lay in his cupboard.

Uncle Vernon had broken both of his arms with a cricket bat.

"Freaks like you don't deserve to have any birthday presents," he had said before grabbing him by the throat and throwing him into the cupboard under the stairs.

Harry started crying in pain.

Uncle Vernon opened the cupboard door and kicked Harry in the stomach.

"Don't make any noise!" he had shouted before slamming and locking the door shut.

Harry was alone. Biting his lip against the pain, he stared into the darkness wishing that he could just die and be reunited with his parents.

The cupboard door opened.

Harry shrank back in fear thinking that his uncle had come to hurt him even more. But instead of his uncle, an old man was staring at him in shock.

He was muttering something. Harry couldn't hear everything but what Harry could hear was, "Filthy Muggles, need to pay, and something about magic and boy who lived.

After a couple of seconds, the old man stood up and said, "You can come out, my boy. I am not going to hurt you.

His voice sounded very gentle but Harry didn't trust him. This was a prank. It had to be. Why was this old man being so nice to him? He was a freak and no one is kind to freaks.

These were some of the thoughts running through Harry's head.

He could not come out, but that would mean that the old man would grab him around the throat and drag him out. Harry did not want that so he came out of the cupboard and followed the man into the living room.

He took a good look at the man. He was dressed in an impeccable dark blue suit. He appeared quite old, but his brutal features and near-shaved head gave him a fearsome appearance. Harry stared at him with a feeling of dread mounting inside of him.

"I assure you, Harry, there is no reason to fear me. Indeed, I would never have been able to enter this house if I had any intention of hurting you," the man told him.

Harry nodded, although he didn't feel very assured. "Please, sir, who are you and how do you know who I am?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"My name is Gellert Grindelwald. As you might have guessed from my accent, I am from Germany, although I did briefly live in this country when I was younger. As for how I know you, you will be surprised to learn that you are quite a famous young man," he explained.

"Me? Famous? I think you must have the wrong person, Mr Grindelwald," Harry said, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh, no, I have exactly the right person," Gellert replied with a reassuring smile. "That scar on your forehead is quite distinctive, after all."

"Oh," Harry said lamely, rather unsure how to respond to this odd man. He glanced warily at his aunt and uncle, who had strangely not spoken a word.

"Don't worry about them, Harry," Grindelwald told him, obviously having seen where he was looking. "I have cast a magical spell on them so they have no free will. Similarly, I cast a spell on you to heal your arms. Tell me, my boy, do your guardians often lock you in that tiny cupboard after breaking your bones?"

Harry gawped at the man, not quite sure what to do or say next. This Grindelwald character was clearly insane, wasn't he? Even so, Harry's eyes drifted to where his hated family sat, immobile and silent, and his left hand caressed his right forearm, which showed no signs of ever being hit with Dudley's cricket bat.

"Yes, Harry, magic is very real. I myself am a very powerful wizard, as was your father, while your mother was a talented witch. Do not believe the lies that your dreadful relatives have told you, your parents didn't die in some drunken car-crash, they were killed fighting an evil wizard who also tried to kill you when you were just a baby," Grindelwald explained.

By this point, Harry was becoming extremely alarmed and began to edge backwards out of the room. Grindelwald, seeing this, raised a small piece of wood he was holding and pointed it at Harry. A second later, Harry felt his arms and legs go totally rigid and he was unable to move a muscle. He felt himself slowly topple to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Grindelwald stand and walk over to him. The man waived his little stick again, and Harry found he could once again move. He stared at the old man in surprise and fright.

"As I said, Harry, you have nothing to fear from me. I did feel, however, that a practical demonstration of magic was in order for you to believe me. Do you accept that magic is real now?" he asked.

Not trusting himself to speak, Harry nodded. Grindelwald just chuckled.

"I think the world has just markedly changed for you, hasn't it? Fear not, young Harry, magic is a wonderful thing and you should be grateful that you have the ability to wield it."

Harry was overwhelmed and went into shock.

Grindelwald cursed and quickly picked Harry up.

He ran out of the house; he pointed the wand and it burst into flames.

Luckily, Dudley was spared his fate because he was out with his friends.

He came back and found that the house had been burnt down and was told his parents were dead. He saw Harry with a strange man and wondered what was going on. He looked at the man and said,

"Sir, who are you and what happened?"

"My name is Gellert Grindelwald. Who are you?"

"Dudley Dursley."

"Ah, young Harry's cousin. Be honest with me, did you really want to hurt your little cousin, who your parents called freak?"

Yes, he is a freak…"

"Really? Do you believe that or did your parents put that story in your head?"

Dudley thought about it then responded.

"I... I don't know, maybe he isn't a freak? I don't know what to believe."

Harry, who was quietly sitting in Grindelwald's arms, was staring wide eyed at him. Immediately, Dudley started to have second thoughts about what he was saying. Grindelwald knew the signs of a compulsion charm, no doubt Albus did this. Yes, he checked and found it was his magical signature.

He looked into his eyes and explained what he was about to do.

"Dudley, I am noticing the signs of a magical compulsion charm. Yes, magic is real and the person casting this can make you think whatever he, in this case, wants. If you can resist it, you must not be a muggle, non-magical child."

Grindelwald explained that the stick he was holding was a wand and that he was going to remove the charm from Dudley. His face cleared, and for the first time, he ran towards Harry and hugged him.

"I'm sorry. Harry, I had no idea what I..."

At this, Harry stopped him.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. I saw the looks you gave me when they were beating me. You looked like you wanted to do something, but couldn't."

Grindelwald jumped in.

"Yes, that was the compulsion charm, it makes people do whatever the caster wants. Normal people do not have any form of help or resistance against the effects.

Ragnock's POV, August 1st, 1984

Ragnock had just finished viewing Dumbledore's thoughts.

He was shocked and appalled.

He had been aware that Albus had somehow manage to execute the forged will. What he had not expected was, however for Harry to be sent to the Dursleys.

Surely the ministry would have overrode Dumbledore's decision to put the boy with his non magical relatives.

Ragnock was definitely not pleased.

"**Griphook! Come here!"* he shouted.

In a few moments, Griphook came running into Ragnock's office wondering why he was in a foul mood.

Ragnock only said three words to Griphook. "Look at this." Ragnock shoved the device into Griphook's arms.

After seeing Dumbledore's thoughts, his face also darkened in anger.

**"I don't care how you do it Griphook, but you need to somehow disguise yourself as a human and go investigate what is happening at Number Four, Privet drive."*

Griphook bowed and went out of the room.

August 1st, 1984.

Griphook had applied a very powerful glamor on himself to look like a human.

He was walking down Privet drive when he suddenly saw a house go up in flames.

He went running over to see what was going on.

He saw an old man talking to two boys.

The lightening bolt scar was all he needed to see to confirm that was indeed Harry Potter.

He had brought a portkey with him just in case.

He heard the old man saying.

"Dudley, I am noticing the signs of a magical compulsion charm. Yes, magic is real and the person casting this can make you think whatever he, in this case, wants. If you can resist it, you must not be a muggle, non-magical child."

He decided to stick around and see what would happen next

He saw the blonde boy hug Harry with a remorseful expression on his face.

Griphook pieced together what was going on. He saw the man remove the charm from Dudley, then he began to cry.

He did not understand what was going on completely but it was not good. After waiting for the conversation to finish, he ran towards them and grabbed the old man and the two children and activated his portkey which lead to Ragnock's office.

They landed and he got down to business.

"Welcome to Gringotts Mr Grindelwald, Mr Dursley and Mr Potter.

Grindelwald bowed with the children following and replied.

"Thank you, honourable Director Ragnock, may your enemies die screaming by your blades. I know you know who I am and I would like to explain myself."

He went on to explain that he was a former criminal and the reason why he did all those crimes, right up to the point of rescuing Harry and Dudley.

The children were stunned but they were not afraid because in their eyes, he had redeemed himself.

"Thank you for that explanation, Mr Grindelwald. We can clear you, Germany recognizes our clearance, but we will talk more about this later. First, we need to get the children settled. Harry, come here."

Harry walked over to Ragnock who explained what he was going to do.

"Harry, I am going to use a dagger and some enchanted parchment which will show us any abilities, blocks and potions that you have in your body. It will also show everything that those dead humans did to you. I'm going to need blood, that's what the dagger is for. Don't worry, it will heal automatically."

Harry nodded. Ragnock cut his finger and gently guided it towards the parchment.

It began to list everything. Broken bones, whatever it could find. When it was done, ten minutes had passed.

Ragnock picked up the parchment and had to fight back the rage that came over him.

Abilities, blocks and potions test for Harry James Potter

Wandless magic – One hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Natural shape shifter – One hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Multi elemental: Fire, water and air – One hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Familiar bond – One hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Beast speaker – One hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Natural parceltongue – Ninety-five percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Metamorphmagus – One hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

Ligilimency/occlumency one hundred percent blocked by Albus Dumbledore.

4 memory charms placed by Albus Dumbledore.

Overall: Core ninety percent blocked.

Potions found:

Eyesight damaging potion.

Stunted growth potion.

Other things

Badly broken bones, arms barely attached, whiplash and scars all over the body.

Cursed scar, horcrux.

Ragnock could not believe the little boy in front of him was able to stay alive. With what magic he had; he should've been dead by now.

"Harry, there are a lot of blocks that should have never been put on in the first place. The fact that you are alive is a miracle in itself." He went on to explain what a horcrux was and how they were made as well as the rest of the test.

Harry just nodded; he was once again shocked. That turned to anger when he realized that someone that he didn't even know had put magical blocks on him.

"With all respect Director Ragnock, how am I going to get all this removed and fixed? I see a sign that this is a bank, if you…"

Ragnock put up his hand to stop him.

"Call me Ragnock and don't worry little one, we never charge for our children. Yes, I will blood adopt you and Dudley once everything is complete."

Harry ran over and hugged him.

Ragnock pushed a button on his desk and started speaking in a strange language.

**"I need healers here now."* He went on to explain to them the situation and within seconds, they were there.

He shoed them the parchment and they turned to Harry with tears in their eyes. One of them picked Harry up.

"Come with us little one, my name is healer Arnold."

When the healers had gone, Ragnock ran the same test on Dudley. Thankfully, nothing important came up accept the fact that he was a squib because his magic and anger were about to explode.

August 1st, 1984 Gringotts hospital wing

Harry had been asleep for a long time by now. Yesterday, as soon as they left Ragnock's office, they got to work. First, they sent for some human and Goblin curse breakers to remove the horcrux.

As soon as the humans realized who he was, they had to be reminded of the secrecy oaths that they swore.

They did the job, poor Harry started screaming and thrashing violently as the sole peace was removed.

They went on to get rid of the blocks and potions, then he fell unconscious. As soon as the blocks were released, the excessive amounts of magic were absorbed by the ward stone, Gringotts wards would not need charging for a long time.

The power rolling off Harry was amazing to see for one so young.

Dumbledore's POV, August 1st, 1984

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office eating lemon drops. Suddenly, the instruments on his desk started flashing and beeping.

Dumbledore cursed and quickly got ready to go to Number Four, Privet Drive to investigate what was going on with the boy.

He arrived at Privet Drive and stared at the houses looking for Number Four.

To his complete shock the house was gone as if it had never been there in the first place.

"Dam you, Harry Potter. Why couldn't you just be an obedient little servant and follow my plans!" he shouted.

He went to Arabella's house to find out if she had seen anything.

He arrived at her house and knocked on her door.

She had not come to the door for quite some time.

He waved his wand and the door opened.

He found her lying dead next to a window. She looked shocked as if she had seen something very terrible.

Dumbledore growled in anger and returned to Hogwarts.

"Are you okay Albus?" asked McGonigal looking concerned. "You look worried about something." Dumbledore forced a smile on his face and started twinkling his eyes. "I'm fine, Minerva, I am just not feeling well."

He paced in his office wondering where he had gone wrong.

He had cast a compulsion charm on Sirius to make Peter the secret keeper. Everything had gone according to plan.

James and Lily had been killed on October 31 three years ago. Those stupid Goblins had stopped him from claiming the vault keys.

He had then let his guard down and thought that everything was okay, his plans would go exactly as he had planned them.

Voldemort was actually doing half his work for him.

Voldemort would surely return some day. After Voldemort would destroy the wizarding world and the muggle world, then he would kill Voldemort and become leader himself as he deserved. He had worked so hard to take over the world and no boy or dark lord was going to stop him.

Back at Gringotts…

Now, Harry was just waking up.

The first thing he saw was Dudley. He was lying on a bed next to him.

Suddenly, memories assaulted him at once. He grabbed his head and screamed in pain and fright.

First, there were memories of his childhood with his parents. After that, there were memories of another boy.

The other boy's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He saw all his childhood memories at the orphanage.

After that, there were memories of Hogwarts.

He was amazed to see the school.

The amazement went to anger, shock, and fear after he saw some of the things he did.

He saw how Tom manipulated people into doing what he wanted.

He gained knowledge about all the dark rituals tom had used, and he also found out about all of his Horcruxes, where they were and what they were.

He saw how Tom made an anagram of his name, he saw all the horrible things he had done, all the people he had killed. He saw a greasy haired man giving Voldemort a part of a prophesy in 1980.

The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.

There were two children who fit the prophesy, one of them was him and one other boy, Neville Longbottom.

He saw the greasy haired man; Severus Snape beg for his mother's life in exchange for her husband and son.

He saw the spy, Peter Pettigrew give the location of his parents to Voldemort and making plans set up Sirius Black for the fall.

He saw Peter transform into a fat grey rat and scurry off.

He saw Voldemort banging the door open and killing his parents.

He saw that after Voldemort pointed his wand at him and uttered the killing curse, it bounced off hitting Voldemort instead.

All of this was to much for four-year-old Harry to take so he screamed in anguish and started sobbing.

Dudley awoke after hearing Harry's sobs and called for the healer to come and see what was wrong.

"Harry, Harry. What's wrong?"

"Too many memories… Need help. Send for Grindelwald."

Grindelwald came in and asked Harry what happened. He told him about the memories of his childhood and Voldemort's.

"It's too much, help me!"

Grindelwald quickly went into action. He went inside Harry's head and helped him sort through them.

He saw everything. From his childhood to the horcruxes as well as everything else.

Grindelwald took note that there was a cup belonging to Helga Hufflepuff in the Lestrange vault that was one and made sure to tell Ragnock later, if Harry didn't before he could.

It took almost an hour, but eventually the memories were sorted out. Grindelwald asked Harry if he wanted the memories removed, but he said no and explained that it was a good idea to understand Voldemort and how he operates.

]At that point, Ragnock came in.

"Harry, I'm going to do the blood adoption now."

Harry said that was fine and they went to a ritual chamber and began. Ragnock cut Harry's hands as well as his own and said.

"I, Ragnock, take Harry James Potter as my adopted son. I promise to protect and love him. I will also teach him our ways of life until I no longer can."

Harry, who had never heard these words of love from anyone before, was nearly going to cry. He knew this was important, so began to respond.

"I, Harry James Potter, accept Ragnock as my father. I will try and do everything I can and will follow all his instructions."

Now, Ragnock began the final part.

"With magic as my witness, let him forevermore be known as Harry James Scar rock Potter. So, I say, so mote it be."

There was a brilliant flash of golden and white light before the blood disappeared.

Time skip, September 1st, 1984

It had been a month and things were finally starting to calm down. After the adoption of Harry, Ragnock did the same thing with Dudley and their features changed to look more like him.

Harry was able to tell him what he had seen after he woke up and they destroyed the horcrux.

That's why we find Grindelwald, who has been cleared with Griphook both of them disguised.

Griphook as a human and Grindelwald as a 20-year-old blond man.

They were walking up the path to the Longbottom estate. They knocked at the door and a house elf greeted them.

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

Gellert spoke with a voice full of authority.

"Good morning, my name is Sparky and this is my partner, spymaster. We are from the department of Mysteries. Is Mrs Longbottom available?"

"Yes, come inside and I will get her."

The elf led them inside and popped away to get Mrs Longbottom.

Griphook got down to business.

"Hello, we have received reports about a prophecy that could concern Neville Longbottom."

At this Augusta started to get very worried. She had no idea about any prophecy.

"I'm sorry, but this is the first time I have heard about anything to do with a prophecy. Do you know who it was given to and the contents?"

Griphook responded.

"We know only the first part and it was given to Albus Dumbledore. It talks about two people born in July 1980 and that one of them will have the power to defeat the dark lord."

When she heard this, Augusta started to question Dumbledore and his motives. Immediately, after noticing the signs yet again, Gellert whipped out his wand and removed the compulsion charm from her.

"I'm sorry Mrs Longbottom, but it looks like the old man cast a compulsion charm on you."

They explained that they had evidence of the fact that he has wronged many others as well.

"let me get this clear," said Augusta Longbottom with an angry look on her face. "Albus Dumbledore is playing with people's lives for his greater good and the order of the phoenix is just stunning death-eaters and sending them to Azkaban! She was yelling at the point and in another room, Neville woke up and started crying.

She started pacing around the living room muttering to herself.

Gellert pulled out his Pensive and filled half of it with memories. Griphook also pulled out a couple of memories and dropped them into the bowl.

Augusta went in and came out half an hour later looking absolutely livid. "We also have suspicions that the attack on your son and daughter in-law also had Dumbledore's hand in it. We think that he would have done that for 2 reasons.

1. So that they can't claim guardianship over Harry and 2. So that they can't raise Neville.

Remember, Albus doesn't want Harry and Neville to be independent. He wants them down trodden and to see him as their leader. Because of the compulsion charm, you were actually playing right into Dumbledore's hands.

You would have expected your son Neville to be just like his father, yes?"

Yes," agreed Augusta.

"By forcing him to do accidental magic, saying that he is a squib, and by comparing him to his father, you will actually be making him feel that is not good enough. Also, when he goes to school, he will need his own wand."

If you want, we can train Neville and Harry together.

Augusta sat there silent for a moment and eventually agreed.

"What about Sirius?" she asked. The poor boy is innocent."

"Unfortunately, we can't do anything about him at the moment," said Griphook. "For him to be given a trial, we would need Peter Pettigrew.

The trader is alive and in hiding but we don't know where he is."

Augusta suddenly pulled her wand out and pointed it at Gellert and said, "Enough of hiding who you are. I know that you are not people from the DOM. Who are you really?"

"They both took off their glamor's and her face drained of all colour after seeing the former dark lord Gellert Grindelwald standing in her house in all his glory.

Seeing she was about to explode; Grindelwald quickly explained his situation.

"Mrs Longbottom, I truly regret the crimes I have committed. Yes, I did all that stuff because of the Deathly Hallows, and I have always regretted it since I was in prison after Dumbledore defeated me."

Grindelwald went on to explain that he had a lot of time to think about things and Augusta's face slowly turned back to normal.

"I'm sorry, Mr Grindelwald, but this is a shock, I believe you though. Both of you can call me Augusta."

"Thank you and we are sorry about what we had to do. My companion is Griphook of the Goblins of Gringotts bank."

Augusta took a moment to calm down, then got back to business.

"So, will both of you train him?"

Griphook spoke.

"Yes, Ragnock, the director will adopt him and train him in our ways. I'm sure that we will work out a schedule for Grindelwald to be able to train them as well."

Augusta asked about the Goblins adopting Neville and Griphook explained that for his safety, they will do it.

He also decided to explain why they act the way they do towards Witches and Wizards.

"Augusta, what you have to understand is that the only reason we act the way we do, is because most witches and wizards don't give us respect. That's all we want."

Augusta understood this and went to get Neville and explain what was going on.

Neville had only one question though.

"Will I be allowed to come and stay with my gran on the weekends?"

Griphook spoke.

"Yes, you will."

Griphook then told Augusta that they will take them both to the bank and they grabbed onto his portkey and disappeared.