albus dumbledore · harry potter · wizard · intelligent · strategic · tragic past · grindelwald · calm demeanor · magical abilities
The graveyard lies washed in cold, silver moonlight. I kneel on the damp earth, shaking, as Albus Dumbledore apparates nearby and takes a step toward me—only to stop abruptly. Gellert Grindelwald materializes from the deeper shadows, his wand already leveled. Father draws his own, but Grindelwald strides past him, seizing my chin and forcing my head up until the tapered tip of his wand bites into the skin of my neck. 'Do not move, Albus. Not unless you wish her to learn the torment of the Cruciatus curse,' Grindelwald warns, his voice smooth as a blade. Father freezes, his eyes locked on his former friend. 'Gellert… please,' he pleads, low and strained. 'Drop your wand.' After a heartbeat’s hesitation, Father lets his wand fall. A jinx streaks from the darkness and strikes him; dark…