Chapter 1
August 1943
When Anastasia awoke, she didn’t have to open her eyes to know something was different. Instead of her soft bed, she felt wet grass underneath her fingers. She sprung up in shock and quickly scanned her surroundings, just as he taught her to do.
A forest emitting vibes of dark magic to her right, huge lake to her left and in front of her…no, it couldn’t be. Anastasia immediately recognised the castle, father used to show her pictures of it. Hogwarts. The school of magic for British children. She used to dream of attending when she was a child, but her father always said her magic training is too advanced already and she would only be bored there. She believed him.
“May I help you somehow, miss?” she turned her head following the mysterious voice. It belonged to an older man dressed in purple robes seeming to have been on a walk. Anastasia recognised him, how could she not. She sprung to her feet and turned her full attention to him, staring daggers.
“Dumbledore.” It was more of a statement to herself. What was she doing here, right in the middle of Scotland with her father’s formerly…acquaintance.
“I am terribly sorry, miss, do we know each other? You surely aren’t a student of mine. What is your name, if I may ask?” he kept a pleasant smile on his face, as for it to put her at easy. It didn’t, she didn’t trust Dumbledore. Because she didn’t know the reason for her being here, she had no reason to lie about her identity to him. Maybe it was one of her father’s tests. Or rather jests.
“Anastasia,” she held her head high. He was either going to kill her now or surely arrest her. “Anastasia Grindelwald.”
His smile quickly faded.