(Just an introduction – more to come soon!) Had he still been forced into playing the role of the chief Auror, Grindelwald would have had to reprimand whoever had chosen to make this particular barrier. It was designed to stop muggles coming in, and obscuri coming out. It had been the work of a moment to apparate away from the idiotic aurors who had allowed their boss to be replaced for months without noticing anything different, and back to the house which he had been staying in. Non-descript. Hidden. No one would find him here.
He hadn’t come alone. He had brought the boy, the dear boy, after all of his searching and he had been right under his nose. He would have to be having words with him for that particular mistake. And he had also brought the pest that had nearly undone all of his good work, who had talked to the boy and got him back to himself, who had nearly ruined everything. But the pest wasn’t just here to learn not to interfere with what didn’t concern him. Grindelwald had seen what had happened in the fight. He had given over to his anger, tortured the young wizard, and the boy? The boy had shown just what he was capable of.
Now, the boy was cowering before him, but he had moved to stand between Grindelwald and the wizard. That was very interesting. Grindelwald focussed for a moment on the wizard, summoning his wand. He held it up where the wizard could see, and then snapped it. The wizard let out a cry of surprise and shock, eyes wide with fear, and Grindelwald smirked. He banished the two halves of the wand to a nearby cupboard. Without his wand, the man posed no threat, and he could turn his attention to the one who was actually worthy of it. “Credence.” He said firmly, and the boy looked up, eyes wide with fear. He took a moment to appreciate that before he smiled and stepped closer. “It’s alright my boy. My special boy. My dear, special boy, you did it. I am so… so impressed. I always told you that when you found the obscurial… you have so much power my child.”
“Mister…Mister Graves…” Credence began, his eyes on the floor, and Grindelwald could see the fear across his face, the way his cheek was bruising. “Why… why did you bring…” He gestured towards Newt. “Because I saw what a clever boy you are…” Grindelwald kept his voice gentle. There was no need to panic him. He reached out and rested a hand on Credence’s shoulder, enjoying the way he leaned into the contact, moaning softly. “Because I saw how much you are capable of, and I promise you, no one is ever going to raise their hand to you again.”
The fear was replaced with raw hope, and Grindelwald smiled. Credence wasn’t refusing, wasn’t saying no. He would be easy enough to persuade to any task Grindelwald wanted performed. Credence licked those soft lips of his and cleared his throat. “But Mister Graves, sir, he was helping me. He wasn’t hurting me.”
Grindelwald suppressed a shudder at being called sir by what was quite likely one of the most powerful wizards who had ever lived. “I know that my boy. I saw you try to protect him.” He ran his thumb along the bruise that had formed, healing the injury. “I promised you, no one would ever raise a hand to you again. With the obscurus… with you serving me, no one will hurt you.” “Then why is he here?” Credence asked, his voice shaking a little, but trying to be firm. Trying to take control and Grindelwald knows he could never allow that. He flicks his wand out to the side, targeting the wizard, whispers “Crucio.”
The wizard screams, and Credence flinches as though it had been inflicted upon him. This was good. Grindelwald releases the spell after a moment, strokes his fingers through his boy’s hair, pulls him closer. “Because sometimes, you do things you shouldn’t. And I need some way to remind you that you are mine. Do you understand?” Credence looked up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown in terror. On the floor behind, the wizard is whimpering. Slowly, Credence nods.
Fill: The Whipping Boy (1/?)
Had he still been forced into playing the role of the chief Auror, Grindelwald would have had to reprimand whoever had chosen to make this particular barrier. It was designed to stop muggles coming in, and obscuri coming out. It had been the work of a moment to apparate away from the idiotic aurors who had allowed their boss to be replaced for months without noticing anything different, and back to the house which he had been staying in. Non-descript. Hidden. No one would find him here.
He hadn’t come alone. He had brought the boy, the dear boy, after all of his searching and he had been right under his nose. He would have to be having words with him for that particular mistake. And he had also brought the pest that had nearly undone all of his good work, who had talked to the boy and got him back to himself, who had nearly ruined everything. But the pest wasn’t just here to learn not to interfere with what didn’t concern him. Grindelwald had seen what had happened in the fight. He had given over to his anger, tortured the young wizard, and the boy? The boy had shown just what he was capable of.
Now, the boy was cowering before him, but he had moved to stand between Grindelwald and the wizard. That was very interesting. Grindelwald focussed for a moment on the wizard, summoning his wand. He held it up where the wizard could see, and then snapped it. The wizard let out a cry of surprise and shock, eyes wide with fear, and Grindelwald smirked. He banished the two halves of the wand to a nearby cupboard. Without his wand, the man posed no threat, and he could turn his attention to the one who was actually worthy of it.
“Credence.” He said firmly, and the boy looked up, eyes wide with fear. He took a moment to appreciate that before he smiled and stepped closer. “It’s alright my boy. My special boy. My dear, special boy, you did it. I am so… so impressed. I always told you that when you found the obscurial… you have so much power my child.”
“Mister…Mister Graves…” Credence began, his eyes on the floor, and Grindelwald could see the fear across his face, the way his cheek was bruising. “Why… why did you bring…” He gestured towards Newt.
“Because I saw what a clever boy you are…” Grindelwald kept his voice gentle. There was no need to panic him. He reached out and rested a hand on Credence’s shoulder, enjoying the way he leaned into the contact, moaning softly. “Because I saw how much you are capable of, and I promise you, no one is ever going to raise their hand to you again.”
The fear was replaced with raw hope, and Grindelwald smiled. Credence wasn’t refusing, wasn’t saying no. He would be easy enough to persuade to any task Grindelwald wanted performed. Credence licked those soft lips of his and cleared his throat.
“But Mister Graves, sir, he was helping me. He wasn’t hurting me.”
Grindelwald suppressed a shudder at being called sir by what was quite likely one of the most powerful wizards who had ever lived.
“I know that my boy. I saw you try to protect him.” He ran his thumb along the bruise that had formed, healing the injury. “I promised you, no one would ever raise a hand to you again. With the obscurus… with you serving me, no one will hurt you.”
“Then why is he here?” Credence asked, his voice shaking a little, but trying to be firm. Trying to take control and Grindelwald knows he could never allow that. He flicks his wand out to the side, targeting the wizard, whispers
“Crucio.”
The wizard screams, and Credence flinches as though it had been inflicted upon him. This was good. Grindelwald releases the spell after a moment, strokes his fingers through his boy’s hair, pulls him closer.
“Because sometimes, you do things you shouldn’t. And I need some way to remind you that you are mine. Do you understand?”
Credence looked up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown in terror. On the floor behind, the wizard is whimpering. Slowly, Credence nods.