Y/n Grindelwald is boy born into a powerful but feared wizarding family. At the age of 11 he has received his invitation to learn magic at the famous Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What awaits this boy in his seven school years? Uncerem...
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Y/n quickly drew his wand casting it over himself as his appearance changed to have Black hair and olive coloured skin. He then looked around at the other three now, He saw Hermione point her wand not toward the outside, but to his surprise at Harry's face, there was a bang, a burst of white light, and he buckled to the floor in agony. Y/n could see Harry's face swelling rapidly under his hands as the tent flap opened and heavy footfalls quickly surrounded them.
"Drop your wands then?" The leader of the gang said his own wand pointing at them.
They were outnumbered massively and Y/n knew of only one spell that could save them, but he had not practiced its use enough to guarantee it would work. If he tried to cast it and failed, it could cost Hermione and the others dearly.
The three looked at each other before Hermione slowly nodded and dropped her wand first. Y/n hated it but he could not think of a quick way out of this without risking Hermione's safety and so he dropped his wand too, Ron dropped his afterwards.
"That's better..." The leader said his wand still pointed as he crouched down to pick up the three wands.
"Get up, vermin." One of the gang said as they dragged Harry roughly off the ground. Y/n watched as they rummaged through his pockets and removed the blackthorn wand.
Harry's face was now swollen, and puffy as though he had suffered some violent allergic reaction. His eyes had been reduced to slits through which he could barely see, his glasses fell off as he was bundled out of the tent, all he could make out were the blurred shapes of four or five people wrestling Ron, Y/n and Hermione outside too.
"Leave Her Alone!" Y/n shouted angrily.
There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh and Harry heard Y/n grunt in pain before spitting what he assumed was blood and Hermione screamed, "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"
"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list." said the horribly familiar, rasping voice. "Delicious girl...What a treat...I do enjoy the softness of the skin..."
Harry's stomach turned over. He knew who this was, Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who was permitted to wear Death Eater robes in return for his hired savagery.
"Search the tent!" said another voice.
Y/n was thrown facedown onto the ground now as he groaned. A pair of thuds told him that Ron and Harry had been cast down beside him. They could hear footsteps and crashes, the men were pushing over chairs inside the tent as they searched.
"Now, let's see who we've got." said Greyback's gloating voice from overhead, and Harry was rolled over onto his back. A beam of wandlight fell into his face and Greyback laughed.
