I was sitting on the bed, fiddling with my hair as I waited for Grindelwald to emerge from the bathroom.

A few days had passed and my nerves for my upcoming task had only increased. I couldn't help but wonder about what could go wrong.

I was about to stand up and pace the room, when the door opened and Grindelwald entered, slipping on his heavy trench coat.

''Are you ready?'' he asked offering me a hand. I shrugged and saw my hand tremble as I placed it in his.

He took his wand and quickly cast some spells to prevent anyone from recognizing us.

I looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person standing there.

I had long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. I grinned as Grindelwald went to stand next to me. His hair was pitch black and neatly combed to the side. Both of his eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown and he had a healthy skin color.

I glanced at him, but still saw him as Grindelwald, and watched him confused.

He beckoned towards the mirror and said, ''This is how people other than we will see us now.''

I returned my gaze to our reflections.

We were completely unrecognizable.

I took his hand and watched the blonde woman in the mirror do the same. ''Do you have the Time-Turner?'' I asked.

He slipped his hand into his pocket and nodded.

He placed his hand around my waist and held me tightly. ''Hold on, we're going to disapparate.''

I raised my eyebrows. ''Sir, I thought you couldn't disapparate within Nurmengard?''

He shook his head. ''You can't. But being me has its privileges,'' he said smirking down at me.

I placed my arms around him and waited.

I heard a crack and I felt a force trying to pull me away, but I held on tightly to Gellert.

Then, everything went silent and I felt a breeze against my skin.

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around.

We were in an alley which I recognized from my childhood.

Pushed over trashcans littered the way and there was a big black charred spot on the wall which indicated to magic.

I slowly neared the damaged wall and let my hand run over it. ''It's exactly the same. Nothing has changed around here.''

I looked up and at the gap between the buildings and stared at the cloudy sky. ''I remember Dylan and Hugo taking me here to beat me up. I also remember that was the first time I used magic.'' My hand ran over the black spot and I smiled to myself. ''They tripped over their own feet when they saw me use magic.''

''Muggles,'' I heard Grindelwald sigh tiredly.

He slipped his arms around my waist and placed a soft kiss on my neck. ''I'm sorry about that. Tom is going through exactly the same. People mocking him. Him being bullied.''

I turned and looked at him. ''I guess it runs in the family then?''

''Don't let them discourage you. You're the greatest witch I know. Never let anyone discourage you.''

He kissed me and wiped a tear away that had escaped my eye. My childhood had been terrible, and still, it haunted me whenever it came to mind. That's why I hated that my parents left me. It was their fault.

''Now we can make up all the lost moments you've had.''

He tucked my hair behind my ear and placed his brow against mine and we just stood there for some time.

''Let's get this over with,'' I finally said. 

He smiled and took the Time-Turner from his pocket. He explained to me what I had to do to get forth in time, and back to 1927. ''Once you're in the year 1938 Tom will be eleven. Unfortunately, Dumbledore will come to fetch him so he can go to Hogwarts. You have to get to him first and convince him to come with you. Once he does, you return to this alley and come back to the present.''

I processed it all and nodded slowly, muttering his instructions under my breath.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled. ''Good luck, sweetheart.'' He pulled me in an embrace.

When he retreated he said, ''I'll be here when you return.''

He handed me the Time-Turner and I looked at him. He took a step back and nodded for me to go.

I followed the instructions and felt a tingling sensation starting in my hand and running through my entire body. I looked around and saw people moving, faster and faster until everything stopped and the tingling faded.

I looked around and noticed Grindelwald had vanished and I was now alone. I put the Time-Turner in my pocket and set off toward the street.

There were people walking. Most had their heads down, minding their own business.

I glanced up and down the street, hoping my disguise was still active.

The orphanage was the building on the left side. It was a neglected building, compared to those surrounding it. The windows were dirty, cobwebs were everywhere around the stone walls and some cracks were visible.

It still looked exactly the same as several decades ago but older. I approached the door and read the sign next to it: Wool's Orphanage.

I pushed the door open, not wanting to draw too much attention from the people out on the street.

As the door opened the smell hit my nose and old memories flooded back. Everything was the same.

A woman came toward me and I felt hatred bubbling up when I recognized her. She was the one who cared for the children in the orphanage. A terrible woman. I used to call her a witch because she always treated us terribly, but then I found the true definition of the word and I decided that she didn't deserve it to be a witch. Ms. Cole. That was her name.

''Good day ma'am. What can I do for you?'' she asked sweetly as she approached me. She always made it seem like she was the nicest person on earth, but once the visitors were gone, the monster would be let loose.

Her hair had slightly greyed in all those years but it was unmistakably her.

I hid my anger to conceal my true identity.

''Good day. I'm looking for Tom Marvolo Riddle,'' I said faking a sweet smile myself and shaking her hand.

I wanted to crush it as I held the hand. Crush it until she begged me to stop.

''Tom? That is peculiar. He never gets any visitors,'' she mumbled under her breath as she lead me to one of the rooms.

She knocked curtly. ''Tom?'' the door opened and revealed a gloomy looking boy. He looked up, and I couldn't help but notice the fear behind his eyes.

That same fear had been in my eyes whenever Ms.Cole decided she needed me, or that I deserved punishment.

His skin was pale and his black hair combed to the side. He had grey eyes which were exactly the same as mine.

He looked at me with curiosity but hid the emotion, not wanting Ms.Cole to know.

''Tom, you have a visitor,'' she said sweetly, waiting for him to reply. But he didn't and just stared at me.

My brother, was in the same room as me, looking at me in wonder.

To my relief, we hadn't had that much in common, except for our eyes.

Ms.Cole sent him a glare and told us she'd leave us alone for some time.

I waited for her to disappear in the hallway before I entered the room and closed the door.

Tom sat on a chair, turned to me. I sat down on the bed and watched him myself for some time, taking in my little brother's appearance.

''I'm sorry, but who are you?'' he asked softly.

I couldn't help but smile. I forgot everything I had feared for so long and just took my time to examine him.

''No one. Just someone who's going to help you.''

His eyes twinkled and he watched me in wonder but also confusion. ''I'm sorry, but I don't understand.''

I smiled again and held out my hand.

He watched it hesitantly, before placing his hand in mine. I slowly pushed up his sleeve, revealing wounds and bruises. ''I know she isn't as sweet as she pretends to be.''

He yanked his arm from my grip and quickly pushed his sleeve back down. ''Who are you?'' he asked, his tone now slightly changed.

''I'm (Y/N). I've grown up in this same orphanage, in this very room,'' I said glancing around. ''I know it might sound crazy, but you have to come with me. I can help you.''

I held out my hand again, this time looking in his eyes as I smiled softly. He looked around and I knew he was hesitating.

''To convince you, I'll show you something.''

I pulled up my sleeve, and you could see some scars sitting there from the past. Those scars were the consequences of Ms.Cole's abuse.

''Give me your arm. I can help,'' I said gently reaching for his arm, waiting for him to pull away. But he didn't which meant he allowed me to show whatever I was about to do.

''It may sound weird,'' I said taking out my wand. ''But we are much more alike than you know. Our destinations are intertwined, and we can't do anything to change that.''

I pointed the tip of my wand on a great bruise and whispered an incantation.

Slowly, the bruise faded away.

At first, panic filled his eyes, but then he watched me in fascination and wonder.

''How did you do that?'' He pulled his arm from my grasp and examined the skin where the bruise had been.

''Magic, Tommy.''

He watched me with raised eyebrows. ''Magic doesn't exist. It must be some kind of trick,'' he said suspiciously.

I chuckled softly and pointed my wand at a pencil on his desk. ''Wingardium Leviosa.'' The pencil rose into the air.

''Y-You're a witch?'' he asked with big eyes.

I nodded gently and stowed my wand away. ''There are some people who have magic. People who have the great gift to conjure and enchant. You, Tom, are one of those people and you have to come with me.''

I heard voices downstairs and knew my time was running out. Panic started to bubble up inside of me, but I managed to keep my voice steady and calm.

''You will learn how to use your magic and fulfill your destiny.''

I held out my hand a third time, this time ready to disapparate.

He watched me perplexed and trembled visibly, but his eyes twinkled in excitement. I realized that this was what had happened when I was told I possessed over magic. I was filled with excitement, but also fear and therefore I understood what he was thinking.

The voices neared the door and I recognized one was Dumbledore's.

I turned back to Tom, desperation now showing in my expression, but he didn't notice. He was looking at my hand and now moved his own.

I smiled and grabbed his when I heard the door creak open. He looked at me and I whispered, ''Hold on.''

I disapparated and heard the loud crack.

We landed in the alley and Tom looked like he was going to be sick. ''What was that?'' he asked leaning against a wall.

I sighed, knowing we had to move quickly if we didn't want to get caught. The crack must've at least alerted Dumbledore and he was smart enough to move fast.

''We disapparated,'' I mumbled as I started taking out the Time-Turner. ''Tom, come here,'' I said pulling him close. I put the necklace around our necks and looked around.

I saw an old newspaper fly by and glimpsed a picture of Grindelwald.

The newspaper stopped moving and fell on the ground before our feet. I looked at it and read:

Say hello to new friends and goodbye to old ones.

Grindelwald's demise has taken place earlier than expected. He was killed by the proud former Auror, Luther Moody, who had been assisted by Jonathan Brook at their thoroughly thought through plan and has helped us also to catch the wanted fugitive, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) who has been on the nerves of the Ministry ever since her graduation of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and is now safely kept in Azkaban. Luther Moody and Jonathan Brook had been fired from their former positions for their cruel and inhumane tactics of catching criminals. But they have shown that they are capable of catching even the most cunning villains, which has convinced us that they deserve a place at the Ministry of magic, and therefore his and his companion's titles as Aurors have been recently restored.

I couldn't believe it. Grindelwald had died? And I was locked away. Fear bottled inside of me of what might happen to him when I return.

Gellert Grindelwald was going to die.