Grindelwald's Marauders

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When Olive arrived she arrived in the same room as before, the ballroom. She stood up (as she was currently kneeling on the floor) and went into the entrance way which was right outside of the ballroom. She looked up the two stairwells and to her left and right, but nobody was to be seen. Olive wondered about maybe going on a little adventure around the castle-like to the kitchens again to see if she'd bump into Grindelwald, but she assumed not. She called out instead, "Grindelwald? Grindelwald? Where are you? It's Olive Collins..." But there was no reply. Olive's eyes darted left and right as she chose the direction she'd go in. She decided to go up one of the flight of stairs and see if she could find Grindelwald office.

She walked up the stairs and tried to open each door she walked past, but none would open up; Even the door knobs themselves wouldn't even turn.

"Grindelwald! Grindelwald! Grindelwald!" She shouted across the landing. As she finished saying the last 'Grindelwald' he appeared. He was stood right behind Olive's back so she didn't notice him at first. The only clue to her was the feeling of a presence behind her. She quickly turned around and almost knocked him over due to her fear of a possible attacker being there.

When she first saw him his eyes couldn't quite believe it was really him. She'd fantasized about him for so long before now that the sight of him seemed imaginary. It took her brain a few moments before realising it was really him. When she realised it, she jumped into his embrace and he held her against him.

"There there." He said mockingly. He seemed caring, but not as caring as before. His words were almost fake sounding when they left his mouth.

"Oh, Grindelwald, I have missed you very much so." She said while snuggling up to his body. "Please say you remember our kiss and our short romance the last time I visited."

"Indeed I remember, young Olive." He held her by the back of her head and fiddled with her hair with his left hand. "Let's continue this conversation in my office, shall we?" He continued to hold her close and the pair transported themselves into Grindelwald's office.

They appeared in the office part of the double room which was separated by a door down the middle. Grindelwald released his grip of Olive and let her wonder. He then walked into his bedroom and set the fireplace going.

Olive looked around and saw how messy the office was. There were pieces of parchment all over the windowsills, on the shelves and on the mantlepieces. There was also a thick layer of dust around the mirrors and picture frames.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" Grindelwald replied from the bedroom. He then returned to Olive's side and linked his left arm to her right. "Is something wrong?"

"What has happened here since I've been gone?"

"What do you mean, little Olive? My office is the same as it has always been."

"But it's messy. Has something gone wrong?"

"No..."

Was Grindelwald going mad? This room was clearly falling apart.

"Anyway, what brings you here?"

Grindelwald dragged her from the office to the bedroom part of the room. Olive hadn't been to this half of the room before, but followed wherever Grindelwald moved her to. He sat her down on the left side of the bed by the pillow and Grindelwald joined her. The fire was roaring.

Olive instantly started to cry as she explained, "Lucius Malfoy has been absolutely horrid to me. He threatened me. I think he is jealous of our love."

"Hmm."

"Grindelwald, I love you...very much." She said in-between sniffles. "Please let me stay here with you. I am afraid that if I return to Hogwarts that Lucius will hurt me." She lied.

"There there, Olive. We both know you can't stay."

"But why?"

"You're a teacher of Transfiguration, you can only do that a Hogwarts." He told her while brushing her hair behind her left ear.

"Can't I find someone here to teach?" She begged. "Our future children?" She said softly.

Grindelwald smiled, but slowly it faded, "About that... I don't think this can continue."

"W-why?" She said while sniffling and wiping her nose on her jacket sleeve.

"We both know you deserve better from me." Olive shook her head at Grindelwald's claims. He went on, "I am a bad man, Olive. Too bad for you." She shook her head again. "I am mean and a murderer, you are sweet, kind and beautiful-"

"No, you're the beautiful one."

He smiled, but continued listing off things. "Olive there are hundreds of men in the wizarding and the muggle world who'd adore you more than I ever could." She started shaking her head and ignoring him, only staring into the fire, so the reflection of it would shine in her teary glossy eyes. "I'm no good and as well as I, Lucius is more worse for you and don't get me started on the mischief-makers that are commonly known as Remus Lupin and Sirius Black-"

Olive looked back at him and dried her eyes. "I don't even remotely like either three of them." She said then returned her eyes to the fire.

"Even so, you can do better than us all." Grindelwald was behaving gloomy. He was being carless with his words and acted slightly dazed and weak. He stood up and kneeled down by the fire to warm his hands. He occasionally looked back at Olive from where he was, she avoided his eye contact.

Olive loved him. She wanted him more than anything. She'd spent basically every waking moment wishing she was next to him and now she finally was next to him he kept dismissing her. She knew she had to think of a way for him to want her back, but she didn't know how. "I really do love you, Grindelwald." She said while sobbing. "Please don't let me go. Things have been very hard for me at work without you. The thought of kissing you has been the only thing bringing me joy since September."

Grindelwald did feel bad for her, but still he was a malicious individual. He allowed Olive to go on complaining.

"Grindelwald, I love you. Please don't send me home. I wont go." She said while stand up. "I'll refuse to leave- you can't make me go!" She stood with her arms crossed at the bottom of the bed.

Grindelwald turned to her and pulled her back to the left hand side of the bed and pushed her down. Grindelwald kneeling in front of her and spoke. "Olive, I am just a man, and a bad one at that, you can do much much better than I."

Olive started sniffling again. "Don't you love me? Did you ever love me?"

"I felt bad for you, that was all."

"No...."

"Yes, Olive."

"No...."

"Yes."