7 Grindelwald's Estate
Chapter five, Grindelwald's Estate.
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Gellert Grindelwald apparated alongside Vinda and Georg in the middle of a densely packed forest. And with a barely audible whisper of "Wald der Grindels," said by Gellert, the trees began to warp and move away revealing an enormous iron gate almost springing from the ground. The gate rose up 5 meters or so before it stopped. One could read 'For the Greater Good' over the entrance of the gate, with the Deathly Hallow symbol embedded underneath.
"Welcome, to Grindelwald's Estate," said Gellert with a massive grin. The trio began to walk towards the gate and when they got near the entrance, the heavy door opened automatically. Revealing a huge manor with dark tinted exteriors and multiple elegant balconies situated on each floor.
After a few minutes of admiration of the Estate, they entered the manor and walked along the beautiful baroque halls, Georg went to the library, eager to get as much knowledge as he could while Gellert and Vinda went to the living room.
They entered the enormous and sat down around a wooden table with multiple chairs and a fireplace before Vinda angrily casted multiple 'Scourgify' due to the amount of dust.
"My Lord, you want me to mobilize some of your old acolytes and follower, yes? Those who you know to be extraordinary loyal to our cause," Asked the French woman, grabbed in dark green robes, with surprisingly few wrinkles despite her age.
"Yes, while I train my grandson to achieve what I could not," Replied Gellert, leaning back against the chair and raising his head high.
"Of course, my Lord, I will start right away," cooed Vinda with a smile before she stood up and disapparated from the manor with a small pop.
Gellert merely smile and stared at the fire with his left eye.
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Entering the library, Georg found a collection of old books separated in endless rows, but what attracted him was the two bookshelves on the far right of the hall, just next to the fireplace with a wooden table accompanied by a comfortable chair.
Walking over to the bookshelves, Georg also eyed many magical artifacts over the top of the book collections ranging from a strange rock to a medieval sword tinted with a dark purple gloss over the finely detailed blade.
Observing the books on the shelves, most of them were without title and when Georg took one out to read, was written in a bold font at the first page, 'Ekrizdis, and the secrets of Azkaban' apparently most of the books were written personally by Gellert himself. After fondling and messing with each book, Georg specifically took out two books, the only two books without any spells or dark rituals but theories formulated by Gellert.
Sitting down on the chair, Georg opened the first book and started reading it.
"Written by Gellert Grindelwald, 1924, The Fourth Deathly Hallows," was written on the very first page, curious Georg recalled that Gellert told him only Three Hallows existed, so he continued to reach the research paper.
"The youngest of the Peverell brothers was also the most adept in magic than the rest of the Peverell family. Not just in spells and runes but because he was the only one to study his Hallow, and by uncovering its secret. He created a magical eye, capable of seeing through the cloak and alerting him if Death, the creature itself was close by. That was how he kept avoiding Death, he could not only hide from it, but also see it.
By keeping track of its lineage thanks to Albus, I found that the eye is in possession of Percival Graves, an Auror working for MACUSA. Even though the invisibly cloak passed through the Potter House line, the eye was given to a younger sibling, Abraham Potter who then moved to the US. Since he died without son, he probably gave the eye to Gondulphus Graves, his closest friend. And if my theory is correct, the eye should have been past down as heirloom.
My sources confirm his presence at Woolworth, downtown New York City and I have some sightings of him walking in the park with his son, Alastor Graves. Surprisingly fate has it, that my vision also guided me to New York."
To say Georg was stunned was an understatement, 'so that's why he's missing an eye,' Thought Georg while running his hand through his messy silver hair.
Putting down the first book and moving on to the second, Georg was even more stunned than before. "Ekrizdis, and the secrets of Azkaban,"
"Before it became 'home' to the criminals of the British Magical Community, Azkaban was home to one Wizard, Ekrizdis. Whether it's original owner, Ekrizdis, or the British Ministry named it Azkaban is undisclosed. Though, it's likely the Ministry inherited the foreboding name from Ekrizdis. From official sources, they say nothing is known about this wizard not even his origins or even the true designs and purposes behind the construction of his fortress. It was analysing its architecture that I could have built my own Fortress, Nurmengard.
But without doubt, Ekrizdis was a very dark wizard which is probably why he hid himself in his fortress from the world. This is true because I was able to link many cases of missing no-majs sailors at the location of Azkaban. This along with the presence of phenomenal numbers of Dementors, was enough to conclude that Ekrizdis was luring and capturing Muggle sailors who he tortured and killed. Again, for what purpose is unknown. It is believed he was insane and drew pleasure from murder and perhaps the Dementors were a byproduct of his insanity and insatiable hunger for inflicting pain and misery. If they are indeed the physical manifestations of his inner darkness then by their sheer numbers, Ekrizdis was indisputably one of the most dangerous Wizards ever known to live.
However, I doubt Ekrizdis was merely just insane or a lunatic. No, the construction and concealment of Azkaban shows too much intelligence and knowledge behind his magic. But to amass such a huge population of these wraiths and hide such a complex fortress, is unheard of.
The no-majs sailors were probably used as desperate souls to breed his ghoulish army. If he could have continued for another fifty or so years, there would have been not doubt about it. He could have ended the entirety of the no-majs population. Last time I secretly examined the building I found runes with instruction of very dark spells such as 'Ignis Diabolica' a very dark charm that produced a black flame which I managed to alter to a protection spell after countless hours of research. The entire prison was never examined so most of the runes and wards are still active. I have no doubt there is much more knowledge to be found there."
But before being able to continue reading further Georg's grandfather entered the library and with a smug grin and with an icy whisper, he said "I suppose its time to teach you some spells,"
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Georg dropped to his hands and knees. He was hiding behind a couple of trees, cramped in the space between overgrown roots, dead leaves crunched beneath him. He was cornered; the only way out was past that monster, and he wasn't fast enough to cast a shield charm in time. He could see him stalking back and forth, catching flickers of wand movements through the trees. The monster, no, the devil, was none other than his grandfather.
It had been a few weeks every since he arrived at the Estate and every day his grandfather had him practice spells constantly.
For the past two hours, he was training Georg in the arts of Dueling. "Come out Georg, I know your there," teased the old man, a grin plastered on his face as he walked casually, sporting his navy-blue coat.
Peeking out from underneath a branch, Georg could see the tiny telltales on his professor's hands, the minuscule movements ratting out the old man's next spell and where it will hit just as he was taught a few days ago.
'Shit' Thought Georg before he erected a shield, "Protego," he whispered frantically. The translucent shield was just in time to stop a very overpowered stunning spell which smashed into the shield with a bright red glow. "Nice work, but you need to be able to cast it without delay," shouted Gellert from the backyard of the Mansion.
Deciding to retaliate with the spells he was taught, Georg sprung up and showed himself, and with a flicker of his wand, he shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
A jet of red light blasted from his ivory wand in direction of Gellert. The old man's grin winded, he raised his wand, and in a circular motion, a black jet of fire shot through. Red and Black met mid-air and suddenly both their wands were vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through. Spark spun like a web from the crashing lights in the air.
Georg breathed heavily; his knees wouldn't support his weight anymore if he continued the duel. Keeping his eyes tracked on Gellert, he dived sideways and rolled off on the soft green grass that cushioned his fall. The crashing lights separated and vanished. Georg spun around and stood up, panting, he pointed his wand at Gellert, who was still standing, his grinned stretched from ear to ear.
Before neither of them shot another spell, Gellert interrupted the staring contest. "Alright, we're done for today, we'll continue tomorrow as per the schedule, good work." Gellert said, bringing his hands behind his back and walking back to the Manor.
"Wait, I have a question," said Georg, panting with his hands resting on his knees.
"Yes?" Gellert turned around with a raised eyebrow.
"What was that spell ?" asked the pupil.
"Its a dark charm I modified, its called 'Protego Diabolica', you can learn it only after you mastered the spells I taught you," Gellert responded with a small smile.
"Alright," said Georg, a bit dejected about not being able to learn the spell yet.
Gellert once more spun around and walked back to the Manor. Georg lied down, his back supported by the soft greenery underneath him. For a few moments, Georg, still panting, thought back on everything he had done for the past month or so. Every morning since they came to Grindelwald's Estate, Gellert and Georg sat in the library and Gellert explained and showcased spells, potions, runes, alchemy or even proper etiquette. And for the rest of that day, Georg had to practice it, again and again until he could do it without any problems. And if he couldn't complete a task during a day, they would continue with it on the next, and so on until Georg has mastered every spell until the fourth year of Durmstrang. Well, at least by Geller's standard. And that was his schedule before he attends to a magical school. Thankfully during the weekends, Georg could use the floo powder to go back to Königsberg and buy books, cloths or even a broom.
In his view, potions was the easiest to learn, all he needed to do is memorize the effects of various ingredients and calculate the necessary amount to complete the desired effect for a potion. Surprisingly, as he called her, Aunt Vinda, was the one who taught him Potions, Proper Etiquette and Herbology.
Ancient Runes and Arithmancy was the hardest to learn, mostly due to the complexity of them. Since the beginning of his training, he managed to memories all of the runes but was still unable to properly use them.
Gellert also taught him DADA, the dark arts, charms, transfiguration, and curses. Currently Georg only could use 'Diffindo', 'Bombarda', 'Expelliarmus', 'Incendio' and 'Aguamenti' properly, including the first and second year spells of Durmstrang on charms and transfiguration. He learned the spells quickly thanks to the detailed explanations of Gellert, giving him insights very few wizards would know.
It still felt a bit like a dream, nearly eight months ago, he was still living in an Orphanage, bullied and shunned by his peers. And now his learning under the strongest Dark Lord known to the Wizarding World, yes before Gellert taught him spells, he talked about his past, from his plans to the visions he had during his imprisonment. Georg understood his logic, he himself lived in the no-maj world and studied history, he knew how their technology and weapons would one day surpass magic, if he let them. Only he could do something about it.
Most of the Wizarding World holds little common sense, and the nature of wizards is annihilation, its always the answer for them. They eliminate new blood, marrying siblings to keep blood purity, they curate their identity, carve it, distill it as soon as they're born. Annihilation is all that the Wizarding World is. If they just researched more about the no-maj weapons, than what are the functions of a rubber duck. They would know, they would understand that the no-maj are dangerous. The no-majs are a variable that must be eliminated for the greater good. The blood purity thing as well, both must be erased from the world for the Greater Good. But only he could save the world. And that is what he is going to do, he will save the Wizading World and destroy the no-maj world, to finally bring peace and balance to earth.
Still lying on the ground, lost in thoughts, Georg's attention was attracted by Vinda who apparated in front of the gate, when she saw him laying in the backyard, she approached him with a small smile. "My dear, you should get ready for potions, ve vill vork on advanced potions today." She said with a french accent.
"Yes Ma'am," he responded.
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[A/N: I've found these theories some time ago and always wanted to add them to a fanfic, leave a comment if adding these sort of theories to later on change cannon are a good idea or not and this is also a draft, the grammar and just the actual content is written on the toilet or while taking the train so ya know... Good day. (MC will be stealing a certain magical eye during the Goblet of Fire) ]
Credit to the theories:
HobGoblinHat
raphmateus
