Samuel's days didn't get more interesting since he escaped Nurman-gaurd. He was supposed to be Grindelwald's apprentice, but he soon found out he was in name only. They had done nothing but staying low and undetected. His master had not done anything note worthy but ordering him around to brew potions and get supplies.

Somehow he had thought it would go much more smooth, and it had not. He still had not gotten revenge for his sweet baby brother, both Black brothers were thriving and Andromeda and Edward Black- how the brat convinced Arcturus to accept a mudblood and let him take the name of Black was beyond him- lived happily ever after.

Furthermore, he had been thrown out of Wizingamot, with strong suggestions for the now orphaned boy to take up mantle instead.

Overnight, Severus nobody Snape became heir Severus Prince, with a seat on the neutral side of Wizingamot. Half of the families – purebloods- were on his side.

He had seen the morning paper in Gellert's hands. The only thing he understood was a brief note on the brat.

How he hated German.

How he hated that he had to rely on his master to get any news at all.

Where had he gone wrong? Should he tried being the brat's friend?

What was the point now?

And less said about his nutcase of a master the better. He sent him in search of a bloody bird for a whole day!

And now he was arguing with said bird.

-sometimes he thought anyone with powerful magic will lose half their marbles. Really, Dumbledore and his awful choice of wardrobe, Voldemort and changing an already changed and unbalanced Blood ritual, and the great Grindelwald spending a week alone with a bird. Yes it was a phoenix, but the stupid thing was STILL A BIRD!

Oh here it comes.

"he needed it"

Then silence.

Grindelwald could still use wandless magic far beyond anything Smauel had seen Voldemort or Dumbledore were able to, but he spent hours talking to himself, or the bird.

And there was nothing in this merlin forsaken hole to keep him entertained.

So he eavesdropped. Shamelessly.

" let me enlighten you, what do you think would happen if he had gone to Malfoys? Yes , it is possible that young Lucius would see him as a younger brother, and he would have escaped with him and his fiancé because he wouldn't have wanted him to die at the hands of Voldemort or Abraxas, but to what end?"

Then something breaks.

"of course my sight is not infallible! But it would have happened. How about another one? If he had gone to Dumbledore? He would have spilled the beans about his memories, and he would have been turned into a new boy-who-lived."

And shouts.

"I bloody well know he would have been happier in those situations! I know how he would struggle with the death of his sister, and loneliness. Yes he has allies, but they all have their problems. You could have saved his sister but to what point? The squib would have been nothing but a burden and he would have dropped out of school, hell the wizarding world!"

Then a whisper.

"we need him. It was always a three people plan. Doesn't matter if he is now a child"

Samuel only understood half of what was said. What child? What child could it be that had a squib sister, was wanted by both light side and dark side?

And he shuddered. His master too seemed interested in the boy.

His master who had not told him he was a seer, nor that there was a plan, a three people plan he doubted he was a part of it.

Why it was always him?

He sighed.

Then looked at the unopened letter addressed to him.

By Ritta.

His Ritta who had not forgotten him.

Or had she? it came up with an unknown owl from the general owlery of Britain, and it was only the handwriting that told him it was from her.

Why now?

She had not contacted him after the break up. She had not contacted him when he got engaged to the rich spoilt daughter of Blacks.

Why now?

Should he tell his master he got a letter?

He caressed the letter lovingly, thinking of all his lost dreams. Of Blacks and rituals and killers on the loose. Of Snape and Regulus Black.

Of the strange ALLIES he made.

Who would have thought?

Blacks and Prewatts and weasleys and Bones and Longbottems. And he was only 12!

Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if it was better if he had extended a hand to the rising star of magical Britian.

He heard the door opening, and saw the bird flying away.

So his master wasn't even going to inform him of what or how the bird was important?

"Sylwan!" Gellert shouted.

"Coming master!" he said as he hid the letter inside the hem of his robe.

Gellert didn't deserve to know. If he wanted to keep his secrets, why Samuel doesn't ?

Ritta's letter was his secret. And he would keep it as such.

"SOMETIMES THIS YEAR!"

He rolled his eyes.

Notes:

this story is also published on AO3, and it is much more pulished than here, as ao3 doesnt make your life so much harder but making it practically impossible to figure out how to edit, or change a chapter. this story is art of a series, and I have written other stories there.