The Shooting Star

Chapter one.

December 1998.
Berlin.

On the balcony stood a beautiful girl well she could be considered a woman.

She was Anastasia Potter.

Today is the anniversary of his death, the savior, her savior,the truest Dark Lord to ever come. GELLERT GRINDELWALD.

A baby Anastasia was thrown in an orphanage by Petunia and Vernon Dursley, growing to the age of five adored and hated both for things not in her hand to change beauty and witchcraft.

Adore the face, hate the magic but give no fuck for the mind and heart underneath,until her guardian angel-Devil.

She spent her childhood and teenage years in Nurmengard Castle consuming every book and scroll trained by her father/mentor/savior.

Closing her eyes, going back to the hardwork and sleepless night, she asks herself every morning 'is it worth it' 'wouldn't i have been better at some unknown corner of the world?'.

I'm strange man
Like your angel
I'm invisible
Like a monster
But someday you'll understand
The meaning of my life
But someday you'll understand
The meaning of these words
I'm the speaker
Of your silence
I'm the question now
To your answer

Do i truly want to become sovereign?
What am i supposed to do to win favor?
Is it necessary to get it ?
Gellert said that it is my legacy to have..
Is it legacy that i want or REVENGE

Albus Dumbledore
Tom Marvolo Riddle

Two heads that will be at the steps of her imperial throne, she will make sure of it.

She pulled her blonde formerly dark hair up ,her green eyes shone with mirth, strapping both her wand and her sword Excalibur on her waist.

Her revered majesty Empress Anastasia the Reformer .

She smirked.
It is truly worth it.

She turned to the waiting face of her mentor, her advisor, her best friend and comrade.

"Hello, Gellert are you ready ?" she said while smirking down to the grave with his name imprinted on the stone.

"Shall we begin then ?" She said seriously.