Interlude
It was the warm summer of 1898. A certain wizard with a long nose, auburn hair and half moon glasses was sitting in the kitchen of a very certain home in Godric's Hollow.
More specifically, he was sitting on a chair at a dining table.
He reached down to the pocket of his turquoise coloured trousers, and pulled out a long, thick tooth that was the size of three bananas.
The wizard was Albus Dumbledore and he was wondering what on earth was that tooth.
He found this nearly ten years ago, before he ever even got to Hogwarts. He remembered going to the Philippines for a holiday, his father had to go to a nearby beach to be carted off to an island for research.
Research for what? He has no clue.
Just that he worked for some sort of company - which went by the name of 'Monarch.'
God knows what that company was.
His father never even told about anything that went on at work - he wasn't allowed to do so.
Why? He was an Unspeakable, that's why.
He (Albus) had gone around, asking all of the Hogwarts professors he could about the tooth, but unfortunately, nobody could answer. Ever. He had even asked the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, but her response just further got him bewildered.
Apparently, it was the tooth of a prehistoric creature that was far bigger than most dinosaurs.
This was in his third year.
What prehistoric creature was this though? It wasn't any kind of dinosaur - he had gone through all the kinds of books he owned about dinosaurs and didn't find an answer. He even looked through books in the school's library but to no avail. He even went so far as to flip through the books in the restricted section but couldn't achieve anything. Then which animal's tooth could this be? Possibility of an older creature? But then how big would it even be?
He shuddered in thought at the sheer size of the creature that was a wielder of such massive teeth.
Carefully, he pocketed the tooth and continued to sip his everyday morning tea and inhaling down his crumpets. During his breakfast, he heard his mother talking to someone just outside the door. He turned his head around to look at who she was talking to and was a bit surprised to see Bathilda Bagshot talking to his mother.
The Bathilda Bagshot, who had written Hogwarts: A History.
Well shit.
Then Bathilda Bagshot looked over Kendra's shoulder to see Albus Dumbledore in the kitchen, drinking tea. She then called out. "Albus! Come here."
"One moment Mrs. Bagshot!" He answers back as he finishes his tea and stuffs the last bit of his crumpets into his mouth. He then wipes his hand on a handkerchief and uses said handkerchief to wipe his mouth. After that, he goes over to the door.
"Yes ma'am, you called for me?"
"Albus, how are you doing these days?"
"Erm, I am fine ma'am, but I suppose you haven't exactly called me to play 'catch-up', yes?"
Bathilda chuckled.
"Oh, ever so the witty boy, I do have something to say to you."
"Then feel free to go ahead, ma'am."
"Okay so, I suppose you have your friends, yes? But they all must be living quite a ways away, no?"
Albus was confused.
"Yes, why do you ask, ma'am?"
"I have a great nephew who comes over to visit me for the holidays, but he has no friends you see, I just want him to have a friend. Can you show him around the neighbourhood, perhaps?"
"What is his name, if you don't mind me asking, ma'am?"
"Gellert Grindelwald."
Albus tried to recall the name from his years at Hogwarts but he couldn't.
"I am sorry ma'am but I unfortunately cannot recall him from my year. Is he a new admission perhaps? Or another school?"
"Oh, he doesn't go to Hogwarts, he goes to Durmstrang."
"Durmstrang? Isn't that supposed to be somewhere in the Northern mountains of Siberia?"
"Yes Albus, it is."
"Now, where did you say he was?"
"He's spending his time in my backyard."
And then Albus walked back into his home, wore his boots and walked back outside to Bathilda Bagshot's home. It was a warm and sunny morning at Godric's Hollow. The sun was shining merrily while the birds were atop of the homes and brightly chirped. The road was full of people and carriages as it was summer time and school had finished for the year.
As he walked on, Bathilda's home was slowly coming up in his field of vision. He knew the way to her home as he had come over a multitude of times in his childhood.
Her home had a garden encircling the dwelling. It had benches to sit on and flowers were being grown. The walls were that of a cream color and her home was a two-storied house. There was fencing all around the home and a small fence gate towards the entrance of the dwelling. There was a small sign that said "Bagshot" near the fence gate.
Albus approached the home and slowly opened the small fence gate. Instead of stepping inside the dwelling, he walked around the home on the garden patch to see a blonde-haired tall boy with his back towards him and muttering to himself as he was slowly walking to and fro.
The boy had golden-blond hair and a merry, wild and handsome face. His eyes were bi-colored. His right eye was a startling shade of metallic grey with hints of blue and his other eye was dark brown in colour. The brown was so dark that people could easily mistake it for black. He was wearing a light and dark blue flannel shirt and brown trousers. He had an air of superior trickery and intelligence to which Albus was instantly drawn too. His bi-colored eyes met Albus's ocean blue eyes and he instantly was on the defensive.
"Hello," Albus said simply. "Are you Gellert?"
"Yes?" said the tall boy.
"I'm Albus Dumbledore." He held out his hand. Gellert stared at it until he realized that courtesy dictated, he shook it.
"Do I know you?" he said suspiciously, once their (very quick) handshake was over.
"Your great-aunt Bathilda told me about you. Said he hardly speaks to anyone these days, and that she's very worried for you." Albus' lips twitched upward as Gellert's pale face flushed red. "So here I am."
"…Right," said Gellert. "I suppose I should thank you."
Albus merely continued to stare, amusing himself with Gellert's embarrassment.
Gellert cleared his throat. "She's well-meaning, and I'd never fault her for being concerned over me, but…"
"I understand," Albus said with a smirk.
They stood there for a moment.
"How old are you?" asked Albus.
"Just turned seventeen."
"I don't remember you being in Hogwarts. Which school do you go to?"
"Durmstrang." Came Gellert's simple one worded response.
Albus hummed. "That explains why I haven't seen you in Hogwarts."
"You're a wizard, then?" asked Gellert.
"That I am."
"Huh." Gellert stared at Albus now with more intensity, his curiosity piqued. "You know, you might be my first wizard friend. Aunt Bathilda usually tries to introduce me to Muggle children in the neighborhood. And, well, they're very nice, and I do like some of them, but…" he faltered.
"But they're Muggles," Albus finished.
Gellert's eyes turned piercing. "Exactly," he said, his words softer than silk.
"Anyways, can you tell me a bit about yourself, Gellert?"
"Well, my subject of choice has rather always been the Dark Arts as it is called in Durmstrang. Here in Hogwarts it's Defense Against the Dark Arts, no?"
"Yes it is that. You are correct."
"Really? What is your subject of choice, Albus?"
"Transfiguration."
"Merlin, Transfiguration has always been one of my strong subjects but I was unparalleled in the Dark Arts. What are you NEWTs in, Albus?"
Albus answered with a sly smirk, "Plenty enough that I myself forget what NEWTS I have."
Both laughed at that.
And they hit it off. Albus and Gellert kept on talking as if they had been friends for a multitude of years in the past. They even instinctively knew what the other would be most likely thinking. It was as if…. they already knew each other and talking together after a long time.
As the years went on, Albus and Gellert became close friends. One day, Albus had his hand scraped by something in the pocket of his trench coat. Once he pulled that thing out, he was surprised to see that the tooth from all those years ago, was in the pocket of his trench coat. Resigned, he was about to keep it back but he remembered he couldn't find the answers to what it was. So, in one final attempt, he flooed over to Gellert's home to ask him what it was.
"Gellert! Are you home?" he called out.
"I am up here Albus, in my study." Gellert's smooth voice came from his study.
"Alright!" Albus exclaimed before walking up the stairs to Gellert's study.
Gellert's study was a dimly lit room with a candle on top of table which was tucked in a corner with parchments strewn across the table and the owner of the study was hunched over writing something.
There were large bookshelves filled with books from all across the world. Some books were in German, some were in French and few were in Spanish. Some books were in Sanskrit while the majority of books were in English. Albus politely knocked on the door and asked.
"Gellert, may I come in?" he asked politely.
"Sure, old friend. Come in," Gellert answered without even looking up from his work.
Albus walked to his friend and asked "I want to ask something. Something regarding a tooth if you recognize it."
"Ok, go ahead."
Albus put his arm in his pocket and pulled out the tooth.
"Do you perhaps … recognize this tooth here?" he asked as he was showing the tooth.
The tooth was yellow and conical in shape with a tip that with enough force, can easily tear through skin and muscle down to the bone.
Gellert looked over to the tooth and his eyes narrowed with recognition once he saw it.
"Give me a goddamn second.."
At that, Gellert rushed over to his bookshelf and yanked out an old blue-coloured tome and frantically began flipping it's pages.
"Albus?"
Said wizard nervously answered, "Yeah?"
"You found a goddamn Gojiran tooth mate.."
"A Gojiran? Can you elaborate, perhaps?" asked Albus.
"Here, listen. The Gojira have been theorized to be an ancient life form from the Permian period. As the planet cooled and its natural atmospheric radiation began to decrease after the Permian-Triassic extinction event, the last remaining member of the Gojirans adapted to survive various other extinction events by diving deep into the ocean and consuming the planet's natural geothermal radiation in a hibernation-like state from the molten core of the earth and till date, he hasn't surfaced since the last ice age.
Titanus Gojira, evolved during the Permian period millions of years ago. Though powerful and numerous, they had been driven to the doorstep of extinction by the MUTOs, a species of parasitic Titans that prey almost exclusively on the Titanus Gojira species…."
Then Gellert went on.
The Gojirans were driven to extinction by far smarter creatures - creatures that were akin to that of gorillas as tall as skyscrapers.
They were the Kongs.
The Gojirans and the Kongs had been at war for a millennia - driving the count of the Gojirans to only a few hundred and the Kongs to migrate to someplace in the overworld. One of the last Gojirans had been killed off and the remains of it were in the Philippines.
Precisely on Samilian Beach.
That's where Albus got this tooth from.
The Gojirans have been theorized by Akira Serizawa to have been the alpha predator of his ecosystem and prevented other Titanus species from overpopulating and overrunning the world, acting as a force of nature that maintained balance.
Far greater threats than the Kongs had arrived on Earth. Some of them being interplanetary beings.
The beings had caused great grief, war and destruction apon the earthly plane. They had established themselves as the new alpha. But the Gojirans took their fight to Antarctica and made sure not one of these beings ever wreaked havoc on Earth again.
After hours of animated discussion, Dumbledore finally learned more about the higher forms of the Gojira spieces. It actually turned out that there were higher forms of Godzilla millions of years ago.
"Albus, I may have forgotten to tell you one thing but there exists a special category of wizards and witches which can turn into Titans. They are called the Magus Titanus for singular and the Magii Titanus for plural." Informed Gellert.
"How does one turn into a Titan?"
"That's the thing, I do not know how one turns into one."
—-scene break—--
Years down the line in the year of 1945, Albus and Gellert had got into a disagreement over the utterly barbaric ways of Gellert's rule. Ever since Ariana had been taken away from him, he had been doubting himself whether or not should he continue this foray into ruling over the Muggle race or should he go back to the light.
"Stand down Gellert, I do not want to hurt you. You are letting the wand's power get into your head - it is making you a mere shell of yourself. Stop this and give the wand over, then we can finish your barbaric methods." Dumbledore firmly spoke through a voice amplification charm, as his graying white auburn beard was flapping helplessly and was drenched with the rain water
"My ways are barbaric? You are clearly mistaken, my dear Albus. I do not want to hurt you nor is the wand getting into my head - this is me. I always was this."
At that, Gellert spread his arms at the carnage around them.
Debris, destruction and death - that's all there was around him. That's all there was around the two of them.
"Then my friend is truly dead."
And so began the greatest duel in history.
Gellert then launched into a flurry of spells that Albus barely managed to counter. Filled with resignation and anger, he retaliated with a darker flurry and then the rest is history.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald had dueled for three straight hours and once Grindelwald saw that the duel was going not progressing at all and was tied, he transformed into his Titan form and began attacking. His form was massive. A lot like one of the Gojirans, but far bigger. Standing at an enormous nine hundred and eighty feet with crystals on his back instead of the regular dorsal plates. The canines were jutting out of his mouth and were looking particularly fearsome.
He was a force to be reckoned with.
Wasting no chance and determined to defeat Grindelwald, Dumbledore changed into his form on the spot and began fighting. His form was nearly the same height as Grindelwald, only being four feet taller.
A Gojiran's face was blocky, his neck is broad and has shark-like gills. The eyes are small with a golden-yellow color, and the teeth are small and not straight lined up. The head and neck lean forward and the nostrils are separate, being on opposite sides of the snout, and making the more reptile-like instead of a more mammlian like fashion.
The dorsal plates are small but have the shape of a maple leaf. It's aws are black, and his feet are wide, resembling an elephant's feet with large claws, reminiscent of a sauropod but with sharper claws. It's skin is crocodile-like, and rougher than most titans. And it's skin a very dark gray (almost black) color. The body and tail are very wide as well, making it to be bulkier than other normal Titans .
But unlike a regular Gojira, Albus's form's dorsal plates were much more spiky and frayed in appearance than that of the regular Gojira. This form had much more leaf-like in aesthetic, even possessing veins, further solidifying his origin from plant-based organisms. Said dorsal plates run all the way down to his tail.. deviates from looking like pure muscle, and instead bears more of a likeness towards the roots of plants.
It had an odd, unintentional and menacing smile, with the back of his lips covering upwards.
The head of his forms bears more than a passing resemblance to the regular Gojira, but features a much more natural, and normal shape, almost akin to that of a sea turtle when looked at head-on. Despite this, he possesses a slight under bite, with the lower jaw being marginally thicker and more built up than the upper jaw. His eyes are a low blue in coloration, an echo of his real self.
Atomic beams, tail whips, bites and claws. Scratches, smashes and thunder claws. Every single weapon available in the arsenal of the fearsome Kaiju was being used. The surrounding city of San Francisco was utterly destroyed. Gellert had grabbed Dumbledore and flew far away so they can fight freely and not have movement being restricted. They landed in the Black Forest. Gellert unleashed a devastating red beam from his mouth but Earth Godzilla countered with his own atomic breath.
A vibrant blue and purple column of fire unleashed from Dumbledore to counter Gellert's devastating orange beam, Gellert cancelled his beam and ducked out of the way. Dumbledore's beam hit a nearby mountain and utilizing that moment, Gellert aimed and fired his beam at Dumbledore's eyes. Dumbledore saw that at the last second and was blown away backwards by the sheer force of it. His armor was beginning to crack as it couldn't withstand the force of Gellert's beam so Dumbledore got up, withstanding the beam and began to close the distance between them.
Gellert didn't notice until it was too late as Dumbledore had got at the appropriate distance and swung his mighty tail at Gellert. It knocked Gellert to his feet. Not having enough magic to sustain the forms, both wizards were forced to switch back to their human forms and continue dueling.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Dumbledore roared.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" cried Grindelwald.
Both beams narrowly missed the other and as they rolled out of the way of the incoming spells, Dumbledore yelled, "NUCLEI SPIRITU!"
The same blue and purple fire burst forth from the tip of Dumbledore's ebony wand. As it ripped through the air and was sailing towards Grindelwald, he roared,"KORONABĪMU!"
The orange and red beam from earlier burst forth from the tip of the Elder Wand in Grindelwald's hands and clashed with the column of blue and purple fire from Dumbledore.
However, the force of fire was too much and the Elder Wand flew out of Grindelwald's hand and burnt Grindelwald's ring and little finger of his wand arm.
Dumbledore stared Gellert down and took him away to the entrance of the MACUSA. For him to be imprisoned and sent to his own prison, Nurmengard.
It was the year 1964. The non-magical world had been made aware of the existence of Titans shortly after the legendary duel of Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald. They were notified of the presence of Monarch, a working and well-known company which is dedicated to study about the Titans and keep a record of them. So far, forty-eight sites have been found all over the world. Godzilla had been spotted resurfacing shortly after the nuclear tests of 1954.
The discovery of the atomic fission had led Titans to return on a wide level all across the globe. But before that, only a handful of Titans were existing as they were exiled from the Hollow-Earth, where all the earth titans originate from.
The Kong's have been reduced to one member remaining due to lack of food and a type of Titans, known as the Skull Crawlers, killing the last few Kongs. The survivor of this attack was lucky to make it out alive. A tribe on Skull Island, known as the Iwi tribe, worship this last surviving ape. And they call him…. Kong.
In Austria however, lay an old and battered Gellert Grindelwald, in a prison handcrafted by himself. His own personal hell till the day he dies. He lay in Nurmengard.
It was a dark and dreary day in Nurmengard. The waves of the ocean splashed against the rocks and retreated back, the clouds were a dark gray as it was about to rain and an old, battered, skinny Gellert Grindelwald lay asleep in his cell.
As he was deep in his slumber, a thin hand seemed to shake him awake. Once his eyes opened, he was puzzled to see a handsome young man, with black curly hair and red eyes. He was tall and wore an elegant black set of robes. He wore an inpatient look on his face.
"Wh-who are you?" Grindelwald spoke, his voice coming out as raspy and hoarse due to the years of disuse. He then began coughing. Once his coughing settled down, the man before him spoke.
"You may call me Mr. Gaunt, Grindelwald. I am here to learn how to transform into a Titan. I didn't go to the muggle loving fool Dumbledore as he wouldn't do it, so, I am here."
Grindelwald cracked a sardonic grin, "Mr. Gaunt, I believe I cannot do this as look at me. I barely have the strength to stand up and walk so I believe I wouldn't be able to do this. Heck, I don't even know how to do it - someone else has done it for me."
Mr. Gaunt then quietly hissed, "Who did it?"
"That person is dead."
Mr.Gaunt then stood up straight again and walked out of the cell, saying, "Then you're of no use to me."
He was determined to find his form - and boy did he find it.
—-scene break—
It was the school year of 1979, as he was having his breakfast on the teacher's table in the Great Hall like he always did, owls started arriving with the regular letters from the family and the newspaper.
As Dumbledore's newspaper was dropped to him, the headlines shook him to the core.
THREE-HEADED DRAGON ATTACKS WIZARDING LONDON.
By Nathaniel Wilberg
That is right folks, a three-headed dragon which a lot of people are claiming to be King Ghidorah according to legend, has attacked wizarding London this weekend resulting in the destruction of hundreds of households and resulting 970 casualties within which, 467 casualties are deaths while the others have either gone missing or are gravely injured. Citizens claim that once the dragon arrived, a tremendous storm had accompanied it with yellow lighting while some are claiming that they heard the cackle of You-Know-Who as the dragon arrived. Is this an attack of You-Know-Who? Is this an attack of the true Voice of the Storms? Or is it that it was You-Know-Who's other form?
One thing is for certain, that the dragon was none other than King Ghidorah. And if it indeed was Ghidorah, then may God save us all as we need Godzilla to rise up again. If he doesn't, then the inevitable end is near as it seems like the first gods have risen again.
We are in dark times citizens; may Merlin save us all.
Cries of terror and shock reverberated through the hall and the teachers were talking to each other about this.
But Dumbledore was lost in his memories and could only mutter a sentence as a single tear rolled down his cheek, into his silvery-white beard.
"I should've known."
-End of Interlude-