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2 November, 1945, Austria

Chaos. That was the only word that can describe what was transpiring. Chaos, and death. Smoke filled the air, so thick you'd think yourself blind. The sound of screaming and spell fire can be heard from all around, while flashes of color can be seen everywhere. In 1932, Gellert Grindelwald's plot to become the Supreme Mugwump was foiled by his former friend Albus Dumbledore. He went into hiding after, consolidating power for years until in 1939, he declared open war. The Muggles had been to preoccupied with their own conflict, later named World War Two, to notice a full blown Wizarding War take place. After years of death, destruction, losses and betrayals, the war had come to a stalemate. A joined coalition of several different wizarding countries, led by Dumbledore had laid siege to Nurmengard, Grindelwald's prison and base of operations in the Austrian Alps. While the Alliance faced off against the wizards of the world, a different fight was taking place away from the main battle. A duel, between old friends. Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald; one a tyrant, the other a pacifist. Both powerful wizards in their own right, and both wielding magic so ancient and obscure, many did not know it existed in the first place. The two traded spells at frightening speeds, neither one letting the other get a foothold. The duel was taking place at the edge of a cliff, where Dumbledore was being pushed to the literal brink. The power that reverberated through out the area could be felt from miles away. Dumbledore, ever the idealist, had tried in vain to get Grindelwald to surrender, and was now quickly realizing that if he had any hope of surviving, he would have to go on the offensive. And so he pushed forward, through spells he had once thought to be too violent, performing magiks that have not been seen or used in centuries, and finally gaining some ground. Grindelwald, in his confidence, had underestimated Dumbledore and was beginning to lose. Eventually, Grindelwald was heavily injured and brought to his knees. "Ah, so this...is how it ends. With me defeated, and you the victor" Grindelwald had said. Dumbledore sighed "It doesn't have to be this way Gellert. it never had to be this way" he had said as his voiced cracked "We could have all lived in peace, together" Grindelwald chuckled "Oh, my dear sweet Albus, five years of war, and yet you remain the same soft-hearted and naïve optimist you were when we first met." He coughed "Don't you see? If we did what you asked, then wizarding kind would continue to live in secret. Hiding our God-Given gifts out of fear of how the rest of the world would react. You know as well as I do that Muggles will never accept us. Look at what happened to Ariana. All I wanted was for our kind to be free. To not have to hide who we are." He sighed sadly "But that will never happen now. Wizards will still live in fear, hiding their true selves from the world". Dumbledore gazed sadly at his old friend, knowing that part of what he had said was true: that Muggles would likely never accept wizards as normal and would probably hunt us down. "You are right Gellert" Grindelwald looked up "Maybe Muggles will never accept wizarding kind. But I CHOOSE to believe that things will get better. That through hard work and cooperation, we can all one day live peacefully. My only regret...is that I could not get you to see that" Grindelwald smiled. He might've lost, but he was glad to have one more good moment with his friend. But, he could not let his legacy end here. He might die this, but House Grindelwald will not. He sent a knockback jinx at Albus and raised an Aegis shield between them. 'It won't last long' he thought 'but it will last long enough'. Grindelwald looked at his fortress, and erected a Fidelius charm on it, one with a few personal modifications on it, so that only the lord of House Grindelwald can find and enter it. He then began to chant in old Norse "Gods of Asgard and Mother of Magic, hear me. I place my magic and the magic of House Grindelwald within this ring. I call upon my ancestors, and say that this ring shall remain hidden, and will only appear to one the magic of our great house finds worthy. And that one shall claim this ring and our magic and be called Lord Grindelwald" Grindelwald finished his incantation, took off his ring which had gained and ethereal glow, and watched as it flew through the shield and into the sky before disappearing. Albus had finally broken through the shield and moved to subdue Gellert, but it was too late. Whatever spell Grindelwald had cast drained him and his magical core too much, and he died, a smile of contentment on his face, knowing that his legacy would live on. As Dumbledore stared at his former love's body and at the sky he could only think 'Oh Gellert, what have you done?'.

42 YEARS LATER

31 July, 1986, Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, England

Harry winced, rubbing his wounds as softly as he could while trying not make any noise. He had made the mistake of suggesting that he should have a cake and presents for his birthday. His uncle Vernon Dursley, a fat man with almost no neck and a moustache that made him look like a walrus, did not think the same thing and proceeded to beat Harry with a studded belt and his own hands before locking him up in the broom cupboard under the stairs where he slept, or rather tried to sleep. Hard to get any sleep when you have bruises and broken ribs. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against one of the four cramped walls of his cupboard, trying not to move too much. he had been living with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon for six years now. Ever since his parents died in a car crash. All he knows is what the Dursley's tell him, that his father was a useless and jobless drunk and that his mother was a dumb, filthy whore. He remembered asking a teacher at his primary school what those words meant, and had ended up with five weeks of detention, a beating from uncle, and three weeks of no food. Granted he never really got food to begin with, but he would sometimes get a few scraps from meals that his relatives didn't notice, but those moments were few and far between. Harry had always been...different then everyone else. Weird things seem to happen either to him or around him, which led him to being isolated at school. Well that, and the constant bullying he endured from his fat, spoiled pig of a cousin Dudley, who also bullied anyone who tried to be friends with Harry. harry was also smarter than most kids his age, partly due to the fact that the only place he was safe from bullying was the library. Because of that, he would often hide there and spend his time reading books, resulting in an expanded lexicon than those of his age group. Of course he had to be careful with showcasing his intelligence, because anytime he outperformed Dudley in school, the Dursley's would assume he cheated and punish him. He laid there, ruminating on his shitty life, and swore that if he ever had a chance to get of this hellhole, he would. and he would take great pleasure in punishing his so called "relatives" in ways that would sicken the average man. Or woman. As he began to drift off into another painful and uncomfortable sleep, he could fell some king of light on his eyelids. he opened his eyes and saw something floating in front of him. It was ring made of some kind of silver, with the motif of a horned demonic looking dragon skull on it. He could feel some kind of pull, calling him towards it. He reached out and as soon as he touched it, everything went black. He found himself in a strange space. There was nothing there except for a dark inky floor and some torches with blue fire. he saw the torches laid out a path, so he followed it. the path lead him to a small circle of these torches. He turned around to see the path was gone and the circle closed. He faced the circle to find, much to his shock, there was a man standing there. The man was tall, and looked to be in his early to mid sixties. he had white spiky hair and a thing moustache. he wore a black trench coat and had the same dragon skull ring on his right hand. However the most striking feature about him were his eyes. His left eye was dark, while the right one was grey, and both seemingly glowed with power. he stared at Harry rather blankly, and then he spoke "Greetings wizard" he said 'Wizard?' Harry though confusedly "If you are seeing this message than I congratulate you, you have been chosen to be my heir" Harry simply stood there, realizing that this was some kind of pre-recorded message, rather than a direct communication. What? he did say that he was smart. "My name is Gellert Grindelwald. I was, a powerful wizard had wanted to free wizarding kind from its shackles so that we could live freely. Over the centuries, wizards had been slowly driven underground and into hiding due to the prejudice of non-magical people that we called Muggles. I wanted for our kind to rise up and take over so that we could showcase out magic proudly. But my plan was met with rejection and fear and in my anger, I resorted to bring about this new world through war." Harry stood and listened intently with wide eyes, not wanting to miss a word "Ultimately, I was defeated by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, a man I had once called my friend, and my love" Harry cringed at the name. 'Why would anyone need five bloody names for Chrissakes? Seems excessive' he thought. "Albus was always an idealist and a pacifist, believing that Muggles and Wizards could eventually learn to live together. He betrayed me and began to work against me. The war had come down to a climactic final battle, and I was beaten. But before I could killed or captured, I looked away my fortress Nurmengard behind a powerful spell that ensure that only my successor can find it. I then used an ancient spell crafted by my family to place my family magic withing my ring." He lifted his right hand to show the dragon ring. "The spell was made in the event there was no suitable heir to carry on the Grindelwald name. The spell hid the ring until one appeared who my family magic considered worthy to take on the name Grindelwald. That one is YOU" Grindelwald pointed his finger at Harry, causing him to step back "I am gone from this world. My followers are either, dead, arrested, or scattered to the winds. But I refuse to let this be the end of my house. Put on the ring, carry my name and ensure my legacy does not die. Whether you decide to continue my mission is up to you, but all I am asking of you is make sure the name Grindelwald lives on. So long, my heir. Go forth, and Conquer" Grindelwald's words echoed through the space when suddenly Harry awoke, back in his cupboard. he thought about his dream, wondering if it was real. he got his answer when he looked down and saw the ring in his hand. He looked at it, wondering if he should put it on. Then he remembered his life here with the Dursleys, and just like that his mind was made up. Harry put the ring on his right hand and in instant, years worth of knowledge entered his mind. He learnt of the Wizarding World. Of the things that wizards have been put through. He learnt about all the schools that taught young children magic. Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beuxbatons, Mahoutokoro, Castelobruxo and others. And he learnt that the ring was a portkey to Grindelwald's personal prison and base of operations in the Alps. He regained his composure, looked at the ring and whispered "Nurmengard". Harry felt a pull in his gut and felt himself being pulled through something. He was then spit out and fell on the floor, which was cold and wet for some reason. He stood up and saw that the floor was covered with snow and in front of him was a gate behind which was a very large castle. He walked towards the gate, wondering how to open it when he felt his ring hum slightly. the gates immediately opened themselves when he got close and then closed when he went through them. He went to the main doors, which opened on their own as well and was met with a large hall with some of the walls lined with books. he looked at all of this in wonder and said aloud with a smirk "This...is going to be fun".

AAAAAANNNNDDDDD THAT'S IT FOR NOW!

Something to mention now is that from now on, chapters will be in Harry's first person POV

Until next time

May the Father of Understanding Guide You