snippet of ch 2 of fajsw!!
Harry doesn’t move until all of the Reapers have left the room, leaving him alone with Gellert Grindelwald. Harry glances at him momentarily, and then he waves a hand, setting up a variety of different wards and privacy charms. He ignores the involuntary sharp intake of breath from the blond (BLOND) Dark Lord at his control over his magic.
“Who are you? How are you so powerful?” Grindelwald asks, respectfully. Harry blinks at him, mildly surprised, before grinning in amusement.
“You’re much more polite than the other Dark Lord I’ve interacted with. I had to get rid of him,” Harry drawls, “My name is Harry James Potter.” He watches, forcefully withholding his chuckles at Grindelwald’s evident confusion.
“I was born on July 31st, 1980,” he continues, deciding to take pity on the poor man. It backfires slightly, as said poor man frowns in incomprehension at the information.
“You’re a time traveller?” Grindelwald questions.
“Technically?” Harry responds. He makes a so-so gesture with his hand.
“However, that is beside the point. The important thing right now is that at that point in time, Magic was beginning to become dangerously unstable, unbalanced, Mostly due to your dear Albie and his cronies.
“Albie ended up using his influence as the defeater of the Dark Lord Grindelwald in order to demonize dark magic and call for light magic to be the only type of magic to be used.” Grindelwald’s jaw drops.
“That’s… that’s barbaric! Banning an entire branch of magic will cause Magic to become imbalanced and crumble and disappear,” he exclaims, horrified. Harry nods seriously, pleased at the outburst.
“Rest assured, I will never allow the same situation to happen again — feel free to celebrate your victory already, though keep in mind that I cannot hand you the wizarding world on a silver platter, at least not yet. You must remember that I am helping you only to ensure the survival of Magic, and really everything else on the planet,” Harry sighs.
Grindelwald gulps slightly under the burning green gaze.
“I understand. I gather that everything fell apart rather quickly after you were born, correct?” he wonders, slightly hesitant. Harry grumbles.
“Death is such a dick,” he starts, “I’m actually 77. I mastered the Hallows when I was 17, and I haven’t aged a day since. It was… awkward in the beginning.”
Grindelwald stares at him, blankly. “You don’t look a day over 15.”
Harry scowls. Grindelwald raises an eyebrow in curiosity as Harry gets down from the table and walks over to where he is seated. He conjures his favorite Gryffindor armchair with a wave of his hand after glancing at the other chairs in distaste, then plops down in the armchair with a happy sigh.
i'll be posting it on sunday :)
