The Cat comes crawling back.
Gellert Grindlewald...
A name which will be left in history forever. Some may see him as a past lover, others a villian, or perhaps a hero.
That doesn't matter right now. What matters right now is the fact that his henchmen have me at wandpoint.
You may be thinking to yourselves "How did you get here?"
Good question.
I was strolling through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, absently looking at irrelevant shops. There weren't many people here of course.
I mean, Grindlewald did just declare war did he not?
What number was this? The 50,000th time? God I'm old.
Excuse my crude language. I could give less of a fuck.
This will just end like how it ended in the mother universe. A melodramatic tragedy/love story ending. When Gellert could've literally AK'D Dumbledore before he opened his enormous mouth.
I'm still bitter about it.
Anyway, back on topic.
I may or may not had accidentally apparated right into a small camp.
Wizard Nazis swarmed like hornets to an intruder.
"Well....fuck..."
And now I'm being shipped off to Nurmengard, I could easily get out of these chains, but where's the fun in that?
And I ought to catch up with Gelly.
I look up at the looming tower ahead, as im dragged along with the other prisoners.
How delightful!