Plot: Grindelwald finds and raises one Harry James Potter, what if the goal is no longer the imprisonment of all muggles? The pairing is to be determined (though I'm thinking of either Susan Bones, Hermione Granger, or Delphi Riddle).

Scene 1:

Young Harry let out a sigh, staring up at the dark ceiling in front of him. Uncle Vernon had tossed him in the cupboard yesterday and still hadn't let him out yet, the bucket in the corner was starting to stink worse than it had before. Harry didn't really know what to do anymore, not that he thought he ever did, living in the Dursley household was an excessively hard exercise in trying not to get in trouble.

The particular reason that Harry was tossed in today was because he had done well on his school tests, too well apparently. They had accused him of cheating, that was the only way he could have possibly beaten Dudley. Harry thought it might have been because Dudley never paid attention in school and never did any of his homework, but what did he know? Apparently not enough, according to Aunt Petunia who was fairly accurate with her kitchen weaponry.

He heard the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs but didn't pay it any mind, it was probably Dudley or Uncle Vernon coming from upstairs to get their midnight snacks...again. Harry reverted his attention back to the spider that was crawling across his hand, he lazily allowed it to go from one hand to the other. Harry considered going to sleep himself but found it hard with his damaged shoulder, courtesy of Uncle Vernon.

'Wait,' Harry thought. 'Those footsteps aren't Uncle Vernon's,' He realised, the steps weren't as heavy as Harry's overweight uncle's, nor were they as loud as Dudley's, even his skinny aunt made more noise as she walked down the stairs. Whoever it was had arrived at the bottom of the steps and was now coming down the hallway, Harry held in a breath as the lock to the door opened.

Standing in front of Harry in the dark was a man, he made a simple gesture with his hand and suddenly the lights of the hallway became lit, Harry blinked his eyes before putting on his glasses and taking a good look at the man in front of him. He was just shy of six foot tall, dressed in a fashionable suit and jacket with an odd-looking stick in his hand.

"Good evening, young Harry, though I suppose that it's morning now," The man said lightly before pausing to sniff at the cupboard. "Oh for...stupid..." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled in an embarrassed voice.

"It's not your fault," He sighed before waving his stick, suddenly the bucket and its contents were gone.

"Whoa!" Harry gasped. "How did you do that?!"

"Magic, young boy, magic," He answered patiently before tucking away the stick. He took a look around Harry's cupboard like an inspector would before he noticed the spider crawling around in Harry's hands. "Oh, hello," He said and suddenly the spider flew into his hands. "I got to say one good thing about this country is you're far less likely to run into venomous spiders than other places, at least in the muggle world." He said before placing his hand against the wall and allowing the spider to crawl off.

"Um...excuse me, Sir, who are you?" Harry asked politely.

"You can call me Gellert," The man said before he gestured for Harry to get up. "Follow me," He said before walking away.

"Um...Mr Gellert, Sir," Harry said awkwardly as he followed after him. "I don't know if I should be doing this, my aunt and uncle might just -"

"Don't worry about them," Gellert said dismissively. "I've taken care of them,"

"Oh," Harry blinked as they exited the house, not entirely sure what that statement meant. However, he didn't say much more as he was stunned when he suddenly found a big black dog rushing forward and stopping next to him, it placed its large head under his and suddenly began demanding head pats.

"I have to admit, I was rather curious why a 'grim', an omen of death, was outside this house and waiting for you," Gellert said, positive that he was right about his theories regarding the young Potter, a descendent of the Pevrell family. He needed to get the elder wand away from Albus at some point, but that was a problem for another time.

"Um...so...you can do magic? Uncle Vernon said that that's not real,"

"Your uncle has not mastered the art of not eating himself to death, I wouldn't trust his word for anything important," Gellert replied. "You see, Harry, you and I are wizards, you know what that means, Harry? It means we are the masters of ourselves, our environment, our reality. We control nearly everything from the ground to the sky,"

"I...I can control the sky?" Harry asked sceptically.

"It's possible," Gellert smirked before pulling out his stick. "Magic often requires a wand, we'll get you one soon, but like I said, it's possible." He pointed his wand to the sky, a beam of light shot out of his wand and straight into the sky, a second later clouds began forming. Harry watched with awe as the clouds began joining, a few seconds later a large bolt of lightning descended down as if Zeus himself had ordered it, the bolt crashed hard into the Dursley's house, shattering the roof completely.

"Oh no!" Harry cried, his previous wonder and amazement lost in fear and worry. "Uncle Vernon's going to kill me,"

"I wouldn't worry about it," Gellert grinned.

Scene 2:

"Come now, young Harry," Voldemort said softly, holding his wand in his hand, his death eaters standing behind him as he stared at the teen boy opposite him. "You cannot beat me, Harry, why not join me? Are you that loyal to Dumbledore?" He mocked, only to receive the unexpected sight of Harry Potter laughing loudly at him.

"You dumbass," Harry chuckled. "I don't serve Dumbledore and his bullshit, you think I'm loyal to that manipulative old sod? Nah, I've got a bigger and better powerhouse in my corner,"

"Oh, and who would that be?"

"That would be me," Gellert said, appearing next to Harry.

"What?! That's impossible," Voldemort growled, nobody should have been able to get through the wards that he had placed here, he had placed them with blood magic and only those that he invited could come in! "And just who are you?!"

"It's a shame," Gellert sighed, looking rather disappointed with Voldemort. "They don't make dark lords like they used to. You should know exactly who I am, Boy, I'm your superior."

"Liar!" Voldemort hissed. "I have no superiors!"

"Your parents clearly did not do their jobs properly," Gellert rolled his eyes. "I am superior to you in every way, you upstart little whelp. I am Gellert Grindelwald, and I bring you your deaths."