A few weeks pass by, and it's a few days before September 1, and Gabriel is currently immersed in the Daily Prophet newspaper while Caelum is up and about somewhere in the Leaky Cauldron. As he takes a sip of coffee from his mug, he squints his eyes while he reads the article about Sirius Black, the serial killer that killed a dozen or so muggles. He has been sent to Azkaban with no trial whatsoever, and that leaves Gabriel feeling suspicious about the whole thing.
Before he can read further into it, he hears the aggressive meowing of two cats and sets his newspaper down to find Caelum and a very hairy tabby cat chasing after a single rat that looks like it's been malnourished beyond comprehension. After a very interesting chase, two people run over to stop the chase, one is a male ginger, and judging by his looks, he is one of the Weasleys, a Pureblood family that Gabriel admires for their support for Muggleborns. The other person is a pretty bushy-haired girl that Gabriel stares at for a tad bit too long before noticing that the Weasley picks up the rat, and the girl picks up the tabby cat.
"I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cozy!" The Weasley exclaims to the girl Gabriel now knows at Hermione, who fires back at the Weasley's retort.
"It's a cat, Ronald, what do you expect, it's in his nature." She says before he looks up to the stairs and sees, the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Gabriel admires him to a fault. He sees him make his way down the stares, not disturbing the back and forth argument going on with Ron and Hermione.
"A cat!? Is that what they told you!? Looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me!" Ron says.
"That's rich, coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush! It's alright Crookshanks, you just ignore the mean little boy." She says before looking to Caelum by her feet, who hisses loudly at the rat.
"But who owns this Kneazle?" As she asks that question, Gabriel whistles loudly at his companion, and she instantly runs over to her master and jumps onto his shoulder before laying down comfortably across shoulders. This catches the two's attention.
"She's mine, and her name is Caelum." He makes his presence known by folding the newspaper and standing up from his seat. Then he walks over to the two of them before holding out a hand.
"If you've read the newspaper, then you've probably heard of me, I'm Gabriel, Gabriel Gellert Grindelwald." As the words escape from his lips, Ron's eyes widen with what seems to be a combination of awe and fear while Harry, who has now met up with his friends, and Hermione look confused as to who he is.
"Y-You were all over the news when they arrested you. Guys, don't you know who he is?" Ron tells his friends while shaking Gabriel's hand, but they shake their heads no. "He was behind all of the murders around Britain, he murdered racists Pureblood families. He's standing up for Muggleborns." With that said, Harry and Hermione look slightly frightened by who they've just met, but they are soon confused by a soft chuckle from Gabriel.
"I did do those things, but I did them because of my past experiences with Purebloods. Especially the Lestranges and Malfoys. I've had a run in with Lucius and Narcissa once, let's just say that their son might have a hell of a fucking time at Hogwarts." He says with a smirk.
"You're going to Hogwarts too?" Hermione asks him with curiosity laced in her voice, to which he replies with a nod.
"Yup, my criminal records has been cleared up, and I'm a free man now. I'm in third year. What about you guys?"
"We're in third year too, just like you." Harry answers with a small smile.
"Then I think we're gonna be great friends, Harry Potter." They shake hands with smiles on their faces before Gabriel turns to Ron.

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