(Animal cruelty in this chapter) Grindelwald watched the dear boy feed his pet, smirking at the obvious attention and affection that Credence was showing towards the British wizard. It made sense of course. The boy had been longing for care for his entire life, and he had been offered someone who was entirely reliant on him, who he got to control completely. It was clear that Credence was fond of his pet, that he would be willing to do a lot to keep him safe. Grindelwald planned to make full use of that.
The boy followed close behind Grindelwald as he left the room, sealing the room with a flick of his wand. “Thank you Mister Graves.” Credence murmured, his gaze down at the floor, and Grindelwald couldn’t help feeling a little grateful to that Muggle woman who had tortured this boy, who had broken him so beautifully. Grindelwald leaned in, hand rising to the necklace the boy wore around his neck.
“You are mine my boy.” “Yes Mister Graves…” Credence whispered, then gasped as Grindelwald leaned in to suck a mark against his neck, teeth brushing against his pulse. Grindelwald was tempted to indulge, but he knew that today, that wasn’t the right thing. The boy could wait, and it was important that Grindelwald didn’t put his desires before his success. There were other outlets, if it came to it. He stepped away, leaving Credence stood there panting, face flushed.
“You enjoy that my boy.” Grindelwald said firmly. “You don’t need to be ashamed of that. I rather enjoy the noises you make. But today, you need to start learning how to channel your magic.” “You’ll teach me?” Credence asked, and Grindelwald could see the pure hope in his eyes there. He smiled and he nodded. “Of course, my dear child. Someone needs to teach you, and I cannot have the others lay their hands on you. You saw how the other wizards turned on you, how they would have killed you had I not brought you back. You will be kept away from the rest of them, until you are able to defend yourself.”
“Thank you Mister Graves.” Credence nodded quickly, and Grindelwald chuckled. “Here.” He pulled the wand he had taken from the real Graves, handing it to Credence. “This is for you. I have another wand, and as you are mine I would like to see you use my wand.” “Thank you.” Credence took the wand reverently, holding it in front of him. “What are you going to teach me?”
Grindelwald thought of the healing touches he had given the boy, the way he had soothed him. He wasn’t going to teach him those. He might overindulge that pet of his. No, what would be most useful for him would be to know that Credence’s own obedience would enable obedience from others. An obscurial devoted to him was a valuable weapon to have. The imperius curse would be an early lesson, but perhaps a little ambitious for a first one.
“I want you to set a fire for me.” Grindelwald guided Credence through Graves’ house, and stopped him in front of the fireplace, loaded with logs. “Point your wand, and say Incendio…” “Incendio.” Credence repeated, and a blaze roared to life, scorching the stone and licking across the mantelpiece. Unattended, it could have brought the house down, and the boy backed away with raised hands. Grindelwald raised his own wand to bring the fire under control, startled to see the raw talent the boy possessed. He had nearly dismissed him as a squib, but it was clear he had far more power than most wizards that he had encountered.
Their day continued, Credence showing incredible ability. He was a quick learner, responding both to instruction and to every touch Grindelwald blessed him with. “Now boy…” Grindelwald ran his hand down Credence’s shoulder. “I have one more task for you before dinner. If you do it well your pet can join us.” “Thank you Mister Graves.”
Grindewald allowed himself a momentary touch to the boy’s side, squeezing over his hip before walking away, out to the garden. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, calling forwards a fox. “Watch.” He instructed, raising his own wand. “Imperius.” A yellow smoke entered the fox, and he smiled, calling to the creature to stand up on its hind legs and dance. Credence laughed softly beside him. Grindelwald flicked his wand and removed the spell. “Your turn my boy.” “Imperius.” Credence called out, and the same yellow smoke entered the fox.
“Good. Now, make it dance.” There was a pause, before the fox started to make a few jerky movements. “Well done.” Grindelwald showed him how to remove the spell.
“There’s one more thing for you to learn today.” Grindelwald instructed, seeing the joy in the boy’s eyes. He turned his attention to the fox once more. “Crucio.” He shouted the word with anger, and the fox howled, tearing at its own skin as blood poured from its nose. After a second, he waved his wand and called the curse away. He turned to Credence. “Your turn boy.”
For a moment, Credence stayed still, and Grindelwald raised an eyebrow in silent threat. Reluctantly, Credence raised his wand, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Crucio…” He whispered. The fox seemed unaffected, backing away. “Say it with anger boy. Imagine it is your mother there.”
“I can’t… I’m sorry Mister Graves.” The boy snivelled, and Grindelwald watched him for a moment. “Are you sure that is what you want to say boy?” “I’m sorry.” The boy whispered, wand dropping to his side. “I can’t.”
“Come with me.” Grindelwald ordered, turning back to the house. The boy relaxed, following him obediently. The fox ran away, but Credence made no attempt to leave.
Fill: The Whipping Boy (4/?)
Grindelwald watched the dear boy feed his pet, smirking at the obvious attention and affection that Credence was showing towards the British wizard. It made sense of course. The boy had been longing for care for his entire life, and he had been offered someone who was entirely reliant on him, who he got to control completely. It was clear that Credence was fond of his pet, that he would be willing to do a lot to keep him safe. Grindelwald planned to make full use of that.
The boy followed close behind Grindelwald as he left the room, sealing the room with a flick of his wand.
“Thank you Mister Graves.” Credence murmured, his gaze down at the floor, and Grindelwald couldn’t help feeling a little grateful to that Muggle woman who had tortured this boy, who had broken him so beautifully. Grindelwald leaned in, hand rising to the necklace the boy wore around his neck.
“You are mine my boy.”
“Yes Mister Graves…” Credence whispered, then gasped as Grindelwald leaned in to suck a mark against his neck, teeth brushing against his pulse. Grindelwald was tempted to indulge, but he knew that today, that wasn’t the right thing. The boy could wait, and it was important that Grindelwald didn’t put his desires before his success. There were other outlets, if it came to it. He stepped away, leaving Credence stood there panting, face flushed.
“You enjoy that my boy.” Grindelwald said firmly. “You don’t need to be ashamed of that. I rather enjoy the noises you make. But today, you need to start learning how to channel your magic.”
“You’ll teach me?” Credence asked, and Grindelwald could see the pure hope in his eyes there. He smiled and he nodded.
“Of course, my dear child. Someone needs to teach you, and I cannot have the others lay their hands on you. You saw how the other wizards turned on you, how they would have killed you had I not brought you back. You will be kept away from the rest of them, until you are able to defend yourself.”
“Thank you Mister Graves.” Credence nodded quickly, and Grindelwald chuckled.
“Here.” He pulled the wand he had taken from the real Graves, handing it to Credence. “This is for you. I have another wand, and as you are mine I would like to see you use my wand.”
“Thank you.” Credence took the wand reverently, holding it in front of him. “What are you going to teach me?”
Grindelwald thought of the healing touches he had given the boy, the way he had soothed him. He wasn’t going to teach him those. He might overindulge that pet of his. No, what would be most useful for him would be to know that Credence’s own obedience would enable obedience from others. An obscurial devoted to him was a valuable weapon to have. The imperius curse would be an early lesson, but perhaps a little ambitious for a first one.
“I want you to set a fire for me.” Grindelwald guided Credence through Graves’ house, and stopped him in front of the fireplace, loaded with logs. “Point your wand, and say Incendio…”
“Incendio.” Credence repeated, and a blaze roared to life, scorching the stone and licking across the mantelpiece. Unattended, it could have brought the house down, and the boy backed away with raised hands. Grindelwald raised his own wand to bring the fire under control, startled to see the raw talent the boy possessed. He had nearly dismissed him as a squib, but it was clear he had far more power than most wizards that he had encountered.
Their day continued, Credence showing incredible ability. He was a quick learner, responding both to instruction and to every touch Grindelwald blessed him with.
“Now boy…” Grindelwald ran his hand down Credence’s shoulder. “I have one more task for you before dinner. If you do it well your pet can join us.”
“Thank you Mister Graves.”
Grindewald allowed himself a momentary touch to the boy’s side, squeezing over his hip before walking away, out to the garden. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, calling forwards a fox.
“Watch.” He instructed, raising his own wand. “Imperius.” A yellow smoke entered the fox, and he smiled, calling to the creature to stand up on its hind legs and dance. Credence laughed softly beside him. Grindelwald flicked his wand and removed the spell. “Your turn my boy.”
“Imperius.” Credence called out, and the same yellow smoke entered the fox.
“Good. Now, make it dance.”
There was a pause, before the fox started to make a few jerky movements.
“Well done.” Grindelwald showed him how to remove the spell.
“There’s one more thing for you to learn today.” Grindelwald instructed, seeing the joy in the boy’s eyes. He turned his attention to the fox once more. “Crucio.” He shouted the word with anger, and the fox howled, tearing at its own skin as blood poured from its nose. After a second, he waved his wand and called the curse away. He turned to Credence.
“Your turn boy.”
For a moment, Credence stayed still, and Grindelwald raised an eyebrow in silent threat. Reluctantly, Credence raised his wand, his voice trembling as he spoke.
“Crucio…” He whispered. The fox seemed unaffected, backing away.
“Say it with anger boy. Imagine it is your mother there.”
“I can’t… I’m sorry Mister Graves.” The boy snivelled, and Grindelwald watched him for a moment.
“Are you sure that is what you want to say boy?”
“I’m sorry.” The boy whispered, wand dropping to his side. “I can’t.”
“Come with me.” Grindelwald ordered, turning back to the house. The boy relaxed, following him obediently. The fox ran away, but Credence made no attempt to leave.