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Introduction
I feel like to continue this story, I’d have to share my playlist. Right now.. Eye of the tiger, Survivor.. I’m just kidding, well not really, I am indeed listening to that song! But you’d have to get to know my ancestry first. Just quickly and rushed. My name is Y/N Grindelwald. Yup, you heard that right. My uncle is the infamous Gellert Grindelwald. But that's not all. My great grandmother, from my fathers side, was famous too. She ended the goblin rebellion back in ninety-one. Eighteen-ninety-one just so we’re clear. She married Ominis Gaunt, which is where the famous white hair comes from. It’s not from incest, that’s a conspiracy theory. Anyway, she and Ominis both hated their family. So they simply decided to make a new family name. Grindelwald. It’s funny, our family name is one of the newest, but it’s famous. (For the wrong reasons…!) And I’m named after my aunt. She fought against her own brother, the first dark wizard ever. And died. Tragic…. But don’t worry, that was before me, And i’m amazing! My story isn’t tragic, so far, I suppose. I have a twin brother named Marcus. And three younger siblings. Kelly, twelve, Carl, six, Daphne, six. My parents are second cousins, which is actually one of the least incest pureblood marriages lately… Enough about incest. Uh, first person? Yeah.. If you want me to change that, I will.
Of course, that's all in the past. A little about the present maybe, and me? Yup. My name isn't only y/n Grindelwald.. My parents were stupid and young. They didn't know which names to choose. It's unigue, i guess? But they didn't do it with my brother! Okay, here it comes. My full name is y/n Rose Ayesha Valentina Grindelwald. And I'm not stupid, I know it sounds horrible. And ugly. I don't use it, and if anyone ever does I'll be in rage. Yay. No further on the name.
My twin brother Marcus is basically me, but taller. Which is unfair since his personality makes him seem 5 foot. I hate that boy with my entire life, but he is my brother. So i have to love him too. Even if i don't want to. Then there's Kelly. She's twelve. She's clingly but amazing. She wears all my old clothes, even if we buy new clothing or her, she only wants to wear my old ones. I love that about her. She said once that my old clothes are all she has of me when i'm not with her. She makes it sound like I live so far away! She does go to Hogwarts with me though. Carl is six, he loves playing with the boys in our village. He doesn't know that they're muggles and one day he'll have to let them go. My parents won't let him play with them much, but when I'm the one in charge, he can. He's so sweet and polite for his age, I adore him with my whole heart. And Daphne doesn't make it better, oh Daphne. Sometimes I wonder how those three beautiful kids could come from my parents. Daphne's only four but her whole world is her family. She doesn't want to be with anyone else, she only cares for us. And her teddy bear. I just know they're going to grow up and do amazing things in this world. And i can't wait to see it.
My parents. Liam and Julia Grindelwald. My father isn't too bad. He's patient and kind in his own way. But my mother, I can only imagine how she was as a child. Because there's no way she was like this. Whatever the world did to her, I hope it never even gets near Kelly, Carl or Daphne. My mother is a respectable woman. I respect her, but that doesn't mean I have to agree with her. I don't see eye to eye with my mother, I envy those who ever do with their folks. I don't suppose i ever will. They grew up in different times, yet similar in some ways. I see many elderly people refusing to grow with the world. As time passes, it seems they will not. As if they've left something behind and doesn't want to leave it behind. I'll never know.
As i mentioned earlier, i'm named after my aunt. I hear she was amazing. She died when she was twenty, fighting my uncle. My father was there aswell. I've seen portraits. She has the usual Grindelwald features. White hair, blue eyes. Again, we look like we took drugs or are products of incest. Our hair is like that pure white colour that artists hate. Father won't talk much about her though. I heard him once, talking to my mom. He said something among the lines of,
"She was so close. Getting married to the love of her life, having her dream job. She was so close to getting everything she'd ever wanted. And it was ripped from her in a second."
Wow. Brutal, right? The fact that you can work hard for years to become who you want to be, get what you want, be awesome and amazing. The fact that it can drain the life out of you, but in the end you hope it's worth it, because it's all you want, right? The fact that your dreams and hopes can be so close, a inch away, a breath away, but can be ripped away from you in a second. A spilt second. A moment. That hurts. It keeps me up at night. It's a mystery, karma. I'd like to solve it one day. How can a amazing person who's acomplished so much in her life, just die? What did she do to deserve that? If anything at all? Karma is a bitch, or what they say. But i just think karma is a myth. Karma is a unfair and unjust thing. The worst people get the best. The best people get nothing, not even the bad. Life is unfair, everyone says so. Everyone always tells me it is. But i can't live with that. So shut up. Life shouldn't be unfair. So I'll make sure it won't be. If it's not possible i'll make it possible. My stubborn ass will make it possible. Again, life is also a mystery. But so what? Every mystery can be solved.
I love mysteries as you can tell. And whoo. Regulus Black was my greatest mystery to uncover yet.
September first, 1972
No matter what weekday it is september first is the day we travel to Hogwarts.
People is what fills King cross station today. I often wonder if the muggles notice that every year on this day, hundreds of weirdly dressed people show up at around eleven am, and dissappear again. Maybe they think it's a holiday? Many say that every time they look at the Hogwarts exspress they get happy. As in amazed. They're going somewhere great, and i get that. But not really. It's just a train. Besides, it's a long ride. I love train rides, but when they're too long, then I don't.
"You'll have both Marcus and Kelly to keep you company." My mother says, as if she could read my mind. As much as i hate to admit it, she knows me better that anyone else. I wonder if she sees herself in me. It's funny she thinks I'll sit with my siblings. Maybe Kelly, if my friends won't mind my little sister tagging along, which i know they won't. But not Marcus, he hangs out with a whole other crowd, and he's just weird. It's okay for me to hate on him, i shared a womb with him! Anyway, I honestly think Kelly will want to sit with her own friends from her own year, I made sure she quickly made friends last year, though she had to trouble doing so. It's her second year.
Marcus doesn't say anything, I can see on his face he's looking around for his friends. I get that. I would too, but I think further. There's five minutes till the train leaves, by now, my friends would've found a compartment. "Remember to check in with the head boy and girl, y/n!" My father reminds me. As if that hasn't been on my mind the past eight weeks. This summer i got the great news of becoming Quidditch captain. I also get access to the prefect bathrooms, I've heard wonders. I swear the Ravenclaw team will win this year. Or at least get second. It's always Slytherin or Gryffindor that wins both the house cup and Quiddicth cup. It's not fair, their houses are overrated. I'll make sure to let them know. I feel a tug on my shoulder.
"Lost in thought?" Kellys sweet voice asks. I nod with a smile. I look down at her before crouching. She smiles her beautiful smile as I do.
"Find your friends, Kel-Bell." I say. The nickname being teasing, she scrunches her nose. We call her Kel-Bell once in a while. We visited a clock tower in London once, Kelly was in love with the bell, I swear. She doesn't love the nickname, but it's creative. And she likes having a inside joke that's our own, only ours. Some of her friends call her it too, and some of my and Marcus's, but they don't know the meaning. That makes Kelly like it more. She nods and runs off. She doesn't say goodbye to mother or father, so i assume she aldready has. Marcus simply bids them goodbye as he picks of his bags and leaves too. I have two minutes.
"We love you. And we're proud of you." My father says with a smile, his eyes on the golden emblem on my shirt. I know he means what he says, but i can't help but want to take the sleeping Carl with me. He's in his stroller. Or the sweet sweet Daphne who's resting on mom's hip, reaching out for me. I know I can't pick her up, I'd never let go. I hate leaving them, I always have. I can only hope mother and father won't take their anger out on them instead of the world.
I smile and kiss Daphne on the forehead, I don't say anythign to Carl. He'll just be devastated to see me leave. Luckily, Daphne doesn't quite undertstand yet. I don't say anything to my parents. I hope my eyes will be enough for them. I suppose they're used to it by now. I don't express myself by talking. Maybe the world has made me quiet. Though i blow a kiss to Daphne as i walk away from them. She tried her best to replicate it. I love her chubby face, and i can't already help but want school to be over already. It hasn't even begun.
I spend a good few minutes looking for my friends. I find them in a compartment, obviously. The compartments around us are also only Ravenclaws. Luckily. Let me introduce my friends, one by one. On my left when i step right into the compartmend, there's Alex Bubble. Don't ask why her last name is Bubble, she won't say. Another mystery. Alex has short black hair and lots of piercings. I'm prety sure she's gay, she won't deny it, or admit it. That only makes me admire her more. Beside her is Valorie Charleston. Her last name is pure english, and her accent is thick. So is her hair. It is the thickest hair ever, but she hates taking care of it, but loves to take care of anyone else's hair. I get that. She's sweet and independent. Across from Valorie, by the window, is Poppy Jules. We call her Poppy though her first name is Simone. She just asked us to back in first year. Her hair is brown, flat and short. A bob. Iconic though. I take a seat beside Poppy. We're all roomates and love it. Alex is on the Quidditch team with me, she's a beater. I, myself, is a chaser. Of course the first thing she says to me when i walk in and take a seat is,
"Aye, aye Captain." Her voice is raspy as usual, and the second i saw my girls, i realised how much I'd missed them i smile brightly and we all stand up to hug. Eight weeks, only letters. We're a four-leaf clover. And no addtion or subtraction to that. It's always been us four. Our hug isn't awkward, at all. But the train starts and we all jolt back into our seats and laugh. The conversation immeadiatly springs into action. Even though we wrote lettes, you can't write everything down in a letter. We don't just want to know the basics of how our summer had been. Alex and her mother had been to Japan. Alex said it was amazing, and she'd never had a better massage over there. Definitely recommened. Valorie said her dad took her golfing several times over the summer, and yes it sounds like a old man sport, and maybe it is, but she loved it. And she really bonded with her dad over it. Good for her, honestly. Poppy went to france to visit her great-grandmother who's still alive. She's almost a hundred, Poppy said. I told them how though i didn't get out of the country, i went to a summerhouse with my family. My parents wanted a getaway, without the maids. I loved taking care of my siblings, though the girls didn't and never has really understood why. None of them have small siblings. Valorie has a brother who's a year younger, but she only complains about him.
The time really flew by, fast. I almost forgot about the prefect meeting untill Alex brought up Quidditch. I litterally jumped from my seat. I swung the door open and almost hit the trolley lady. I apologised deeply and walked off. I didn't want to run, but just walked fast. Two minutes late. What's with the two minutes!
I opened the door to the "prefect" compartment. Everyone inside is talking. A lot. I look around for the other Ravenclaw prefects. If my math is correct there should be me, Simon and Frida (The male and female Ravenclaw prefect from my year), two sixth years and one seventh year. There's only one seventh year, the boy, because the girl became head girl. I realise quickly they're spread across the room, as if they all are friends. I wonder if they've even begun the meeting yet, but the wondering stops quickly when the head boy loudly shushes us all. I stand with my back against the compartment door. The compartment is a big one, but not big enough for what.. twenty four people? And i don't want to bump into anyone. The head boy starts giving a whole speech about how this is a important thing and we not only need to keep check on the younger students but order in the whole school. I suppose most of his very long speech, (He's Gryffindor with a high ego) was directed towards the prefects. But then he mentions the Quidditch captains, all having the same responsibilities as the rest of them. He's saying it as if there isn't only four Quidditch captains. I look around the room, but i can only spot the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Dorcas, i think. She's a sixth year. So older than me. She's standing beside Remus Lupin, a Gryffindor prefect. I'm suprised I know their names, I don't usually pay attention to the other houses unless it's regarding Quidditch. I've defiently heard many names whenever Valorie has one of her gossip sessions.
"..so I'll read the pairs aloud." I head the last part and was a tad confused, i must've frowned or looked confused, because right after i heard,
"Your pathner when patrolling." I immediately look towards this person, it's Remus Lupin. How he got over here, I have no idea. Maybe he could sense my distress or could read my thoughts on the Head Boy. Remus Lupin is like a model student, i hope he couldn't read my thoughts.
"Oh, right, thanks." I say. Now that was awkward. I've never spoken to him before. But before i can say more the head boy speaks again. He says so many names i forget to focus again. Until my name is said.
"y/n Grindelwald, Regulus Black." Precious boy? I wouldn't care much about getting paired up with Regulus Black if i wasn't friends with Valorie. Regulus Black was her favorite subject. She often used the words, mysterious and handsome. It was tiring, but intresting. Remus gives me a slight smile and a nod before walking over to what i assume is his partner. Are we supposed to talk to them? The head boy confirms my thought.
"Go on now, mix up. Find your partner." He says. I'm aldready tired of his voice. Next year is going to be amazing when he's graduated. I might sound harsh, but even his face is annoying. I look around the room for Regulus Black, precious boy. I spot a dark head of hair, messy curls? I'd call them waves. I mean, compared to me, they were waves. He spots me too. We lock eyes. This is probably the most intimate I've ever been with a boy. I'm sorry, that might sound lame. I've had my first kiss, when i was ten. But it barely counts and so what? Boys suck. I'll wait till they're men. And no, I'm not into old men. Don't assume that.
I hear him clear his throat. He's what, three feet away now? I got lost in thought, again. I shake my head slightly and look at him. He looks cold, like his face expression. As if he puts on a mask or something. Right. The mysterious part. "Who are you really, Regulus Black, precious boy?" Imagine that in a sarcastic stupid voice.
I was about to say sorry for zoning out but he cuts me off. "We're supposed to get to know each other, but it think that's unnecessary. So we won't." He said. I just stare at him for a moment. I hadn't even heard the part about getting to know each other from what i assume was the head boy's speech. It was rather put out harsh, though i hope he didn't mean it in a, mean way. I don't know him though, i guess i can only judge him from rumors, if i want. See if i can form a personality from them, i suppose.
"Okay. We won't." I answer. I don't really care about getting to know him, precious boy. Or maybe i do, he's a mystery. Maybe i'll crack the case. But never seem eager. I bet he sees girls wanting to know him often. So I'll play this diffently. But they'll probably only pair us together for the half of the semester. So it's not really that deep. And i don't care.
His face expression doesn't really change from my answer. I wonder- okay you've probably realised i wonder a lot of things, sorry. My mind wanders. I hope you'll keep up with it. But I wonder if he usually gets that answer, or if he hides his reaction because he never gets this answer. Mystery! Precious boy is a mystery.
When i get back to my girls, i tell them about this encounter i had with Black. Valorie wanted to know how he smelled. I told her i hadn't paid mind to it. She was dissapointed with my answer, displeased even.
"When you patrol with him, remember to pay mind to it then." She said and sighed. I smiled at her answer, typical Valorie. She wanted love so bad, not just boys. But she's impatient and picky. There's several guys that wants to date her, but she says they're not her type. Or her parents type.
I lean on Poppys soulder, bring my knees up to my chest and close my eyes. The already quiet chatter of Alex, Valorie and Poppy become even quieter. I focus on leaving the chatter behind. I focus on my breathing as i drift off into a nap.
Poppy pushes me gently off her shoulder. I look outside and I see nothing. The sun has gone down, and we're probably there soon. I smile at the thought of soon seeing my bed again. The bed i hadn't seen all summer.
I didn't eat anything during dinner. Marcus kept conversation with me about almost everything. I might've forgotten to eat or i didn't want to. But it's alright, I would just eat a big breakfast tommorow then.
My legs carried me up the stairs in the Ravenclaw tower. Poppy answered the riddle. We all smiled as we stepped into the common room and we smiled double as much when we stepped into our dorm. I dropped myself onto my bed, without changing clothes and fell asleep immediately. No complaints form the girls, i assume they did the same. That's our favorite hobby together. Sleeping. One thing we all love.
Oh right! I forgot to tell you why i call Regulus Black for precious boy, well its pretty simple-