Common Good

Behind These Castle Walls

October 3, 1927
Anastasia studied the marks on her face, "Dash it all Gellert!" 
The marks, which she thought was beginning to heal was actually scaring. That stupid pet of her brother's had decided to claw her face and neck. Some had healed but there still other spots that stayed, didn't help that she was just beginning to regain sight in her left eye. It had been swollen shut- Anastasia avoided potions and often let things heal naturally- That particular scar ran along the length of her face and was the most prominent. 
"At least I still have my sight." She muttered. 

"Anna." said a voice. 
"Morning Albus." She called back. Quickly she grabbed her wand and headed into the corridor. 
"How's the eye?" He asked timidly, Albus would never admit he was scared of her. She had shown up at the end of summer, only after her parents told her where they sent Gellert. And only then did Anastasia learn the truth about her brother's rise into the Dark Arts. 
After completing school, she had come back, ready to take on Gellert. 
"It didn't actually catch my eye, so I can still see." Anastasia glanced at him, "How bad does it look?" 
"Better than yesterday." Albus replied earning him a smack on the shoulder.
"Any luck finding him?" She asked changing the subject.
"Which one?" Albus winced as his already hurting shoulder got it again. "Okay, okay. Truce. Your brother, the American or Credence?"
"The American... Did you say Credence?" 
"Yes. Did I miss something?" 
"Bloody hell, Albus! The boy is dead, half a dozen American aurors." 

Albus scratched the back of his head, "Well Newt told me, that the ministry asked him, if he wants his travel ban lifted to kill Credence." 
"What?" Anastasia's tone was poisonous. 
"He didn't take it. He wants to help Credence." Albus kicked himself inwardly, him and his own humor. 
"Who did take it?" 
"Well... um... you see..." 
"Albus Dumbledore!" 
"Uh... Gunnar Grimmson." Yeah, Albus knew he was done for. 

"Where is he?" 
"They say Paris." 
"You're teaching solo again Albus." 
"Better than what I was expecting. Do I dare ask about the American?" 
"Do you have a death wish this morning?" 
"Not intentionally." Albus shrugged, withering at the glare of sliver eyes. "Sorry Anna."
"The American is Percival Graves and no I haven't heard anything." 
"They will find them, I'll talk to Dippet. You go get ready." 
Anastasia glanced over her shoulder at him, "Sending Newt again?" 
He thought for a moment, "Probably. Worked so well for New York." 
"You sent him after a trafficked Thunderbird. It did not go well at all." 
Albus laughed as she stalked off, "You worry too much." He dodged a stunning spell.

"Missed." Albus had to wait for Minerva McGonagall to come along and undo a full body-bind curse. It was worth it.