4 Chapter Three, Conversation

Chapter Three, Conversation

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[A/N: I had some work to do, so I couldn't post last week, the chapter is shorter than the previous ones simply because I'm not sure as to how to write it so it is a bit weird. Also There is a few grammar and spelling mistakes due to my laziness. Anyways, Good day.]

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"You must be Georg, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Gellert Grindelwald," grinned the old man.

"Good afternoon sir, pleasure to meet you," responded the boy with a small smile on his face. Gellert was sure that if he hadn't had the talk with the matron or seen what the boy did in the gardens, he would have thought the smile was sincere.

"Well, Georg, if it's okay with you, may we talk privately?" Gellert inquired, lifting an eyebrow and casting a glance at the matron. Georg invited Gellert into his small room after she nodded, and the matron closed the door behind them and left.

The bedroom was cramped, tight, narrow, and could make anyone claustrophobic. The room was dim and bare, with a solemn silence filling it. Georg sat in his desk chair, which made the usual squeak, and the sound of his feet hitting the chair's legs made a loud thud that echoed in the cramped room.

Gellert sat across from the boy on the bunk, making small squeaks as he leaned backwards. Both sat in silence as Gellert looked around the bed, which was empty save for a small cupboard.

The ceiling was painted a darker shade to match the walls and sloped on one side to suit the roof line. "I bet you're curious to why I'm here, hmm?" Gellert said after clearing his throat.

Georg was experiencing a range of emotions. At the same time, he was perplexed, relieved, and delighted. He'd never been told if he had any relatives but was sure that the old man in front of him was related to him. The old man spoke to him before he could gather his thoughts into a coherent speech.

"Tell me, Georg, what do you know about your family?" With a calculated look, Gellert questioned him; there was always the chance that Dumbledore was aware of the child.

"Nothing," Georg said, flinching slightly at the impassive gaze that stared back at him. "Ms. Yeager told me my mother died at my birth and my father died before it," Georg said.

"Ah, there's some truth to it," he admitted, "but Georg, it's time to learn about your heritage and blood." "Your father and mother were some of the world's most talented wizards and witches," he concluded.

"Wizards? Witches? So magic is real?" Georg asked calmly.

"Yes," Gellert responded.

"Can anyone do magic?" the boy inquired enthusiastically.

"No, magic blooms only in rare souls," the old man replied, running his hands through his silver hair. "Like you did in the gardens." he finished.

"You saw?" the boy asked softly.

"When you killed the snake with wandless magic? Yes, I did, and I'm curious, did you ever hurt someone?" Gellert's voice quivered, he couldn't conceal the mirth and excitement in it.

Georg debated about his response before speaking; he didn't want to disappoint the old man in front of him, he'd had enough of his noisy peers. However, he decides that honesty is the best policy.

"Yes, a few times, the first time was when one of the older pigs stole my book from my room. He annoyed me by making fun of me for reading a book. He tripped on the stairs while running away with my book and accidentally hit the back of his head against the edge of the first step, and now he's 'sleeping' in the hospital. If you look closely, you can still see the remaining blood stains on my book," Georg spoke silently, barely more than a whisper, an innocent smile formed on his lips, he pointed to his desk where true to his words, a stained crimson book laid open.

"Ah...I see... I do believe he deserved it. A No-Maj should not never go against a Wizard," Gellert leaned backwards a little more, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What is a No-maj?" the boy inquired.

"A person who does not possess any magic. We have to hide from them because they're filthy, despicable, and selfish cattle." Gellert replied, his face returning to indifference.

The boy scowled in disgusted, "Why? Why do we have to hide from them?"

"Some Wizards and Witches believe it is necessary for our preservation; they believe Wizards and Witches are below the filthy no-majs, which is one of the reasons I came to you."he growled, "I tried to empower our people thirty-two years ago, showing them that we should not hide from the no-majs and that we should be restored to our rightful place. Some stood in my way, and I ripped them apart. It's a pity; we should never fight between ourselves; our enemies are those who stand above us, those who pretend to be gods without permission. Even a simple spell could cause those vermin to wage war on themselves; I'm sure you've heard of their wars, right?" Gellert questioned, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head to the left.

"Yes, I learned about Hitler and the Nazis in school," Georg said.

"Well, Hitler was under the imperius curse," the old man laughed, "an unforgivable spell that brings someone under the caster's control, and the vermin was responsible for the genocide of so many no-majs people."

Georg paused, taking a few moments to process what the old man said, and he couldn't believe what he was saying. He was a wizard, much like the old man, and he really was a superior to the no-majs scum. So wouldn't he be able to control the world if he could cast that imperius spell on world's leaders? Thoughts were racing in his mind.

"But, before I could finish my quest, I was disturbed... Tell me, have you ever seen an elderly gentleman with a long beard who was possibly dressed in a ridiculous robe?" Gellert inquired.

"Never," the boy responded politely.

"Excellent, excellent... to return to what I was saying... In terms of your family, I can't speak for your mother, but I can speak for your father, who also was my son." Said Gellert with a thoughtful smile on his lips.

"You're my grandfather?" Georg asked.

"Yes, and your father was an incompetent fool who died before he could become my Heir, and he never told me he had a son," the old man chuckled. "It was only a few weeks ago that I became aware of your existence, and I am happy to have you as my family."

Georg gave him with a gentle smile and a nod. Gellert could tell the smile wasn't sincere, Gellert already knew the boy just wanted a way out of the orphanage, yet, he felt proud that his grandson is already silver tongued at such a young age, that meant he knew the cruelty of reality.

"You are a god among insects. Never let anyone tell you differently," quoted Gellert reminiscing of something with a faraway look. "Anyway, the real question is whether you want to return with me and learn everything there is to know about magic under my guidance," he continued.

Georg nodded calmly, but Gellert could see the anticipation in his viridian green eyes, which were vivid and made Gellert shudder a little as he stared into the boy's eyes. Another thing Gellert noticed about the boy, was that the boy's eyes were the same shade as the 'Avada Kedavra' curse.

"All right, we'll first go and buy you the proper equipment for your education," the old man said.

"But don't I have to tell the matron and sign papers?" the boy questioned politely.

"No, I got rid of you in their memories," he said, standing up and stretching his left arm towards Georg."You see some of us are capable of legilimency, like me and you. And they can read thoughts and memories with the spell; 'legilimens'. But true experts like myself can do it with only eye contact." he said. "Shouldn't be a concern until someone else tries to read their minds, but then, the no-maj would die instantly if anyone tried now," he finished.

Georg nodded absently, stood up and took the extended arm of his grandfather and felt himself get suck through a rubber tube. The world around him whirled and crumpled like a piece of paper.

And like that, they disapparated with a silent crack.

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Georg felt the desire to vomit as he knelt down; he had just been through the worst experience of his life."What was that!?" he shouted.

"Apparition, a form of magic to transport yourself to one place to another, imagine if we placed two dotes on a piece of paper, representing the locations and with magic we fold the piece of paper together to align the dots. Then, we puncture a hole through the paper and voila space travel," Gellert chuckled.

"Where we are?" Georg muttered as he looked around in disbelief, realizing he was no longer at St. Benedict's.

Gellert responded, looking over the streets, "In the city of Königsberg in Germany. Today, it's known as 'Kalinigrad,' and it's a part in Russia."

Both of them were standing behind a series of stone arcades that looked like the Renaissance arcades Georg had read about in his school books. Georg, recalling his school days, inquired, "What about my school, sir? Will they not send the police to look for me?"

Gellert looked at the boy incredulously before laughing, "No, I already removed every trace of you from the no-maj world and none of that Sir, call me Grandfather or Grandpa," he explained with a smile.

"Oh, okay... but why did you remove me? I could have said no and stayed there," Georg said.

"You're a Grindelwald, after all. I knew you wouldn't say no because you are my heir and my legacy "Gellert replied, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

Before Georg could balance himself up straight without falling back to his knees, Gellert took out a wand and with a flick, his appearance changed, his silver white hair turned a dark brown, his cheek bones lifted higher, his eyes were now a light brown. His nose grew longer, his mustache disappeared. "You know, I'm now a wanted guy for what I did thirty-two years ago, so I have to change my face to stop the dumb aurors from arresting me," Gellert explained when he noticed the boy's inquisitive expression.

Tapping two fingers against the boy's forehead, he said, "Come on now, follow me."

Georg winced when he saw the now middle-aged man dash through one of the stone arcades, closing his eyes, he anticipated a loud crash. However, nothing happened. Georg was perplexed when he opened his eyes once more and saw Gellert had disappeared. "Over here," one of the stone arcade's walls yelled in Gellert's raspy voice. Regardless, Georg followed Gellert's lead and ran through the wall.

As he passed through the wall and looked around, the boy's jaw dropped. A district appeared, and it was massive, resembling much of the Germanic Renaissance architecture of the 16th Century, the district was accommodated by thestral-drawn carriages. The main street, in particular, was huge. It was also the main street where most of the high-end goods were sold, such as the latest up-to-date brooms, magical artifacts, books, and garments. Little streets branched out from the main street, into various districts such as cafes or restaurants.

Gellert wandered down the crowded streets, closely followed by Georg, who was sprinting to catch up, before they arrived at their destination. Gerogorovitch Zauberstäbe.