Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Thirteen

Dreams

  In an apartment along the Rue Montorgreuil in Paris, Grindelwald stood against a wall tainted by the bright sunlight of the morning. His few close followers littered the room in a way that made the apartment look a lot smaller than it was.

  It had been a few months since Grindelwald had sent his daughter Rosalie off to extract information about a student that, since then, he hadn't heard anything about. He wasn't sure if he should wonder if it was mere coincidence or something had happened.

  Between the lack of response from the letters that he sent and that fact, Gallert had every right to be suspicious of his only daughter being up to something. He thought they had always gotten along fine; albeit they sometimes had different views on politics, but that didn't stop him from noticing the similarities they had. He had been certain that one day she would've been ready to join him.

  She would've been the one standing in this room on the Rue Montorgreuil, ready to give a speech. 

  Instead; she was the topic of the speech.

  "My friends," Gallert started, causing the people in the room to turn their heads quickly to the recognisable voice.

  "Today, I am in need of discussing a very important topic. One quite close to my heart." He kept up his harmonious pace and pushed himself from the wall, placing himself between the people.

  "My daughter, Rosalie, I'm sure you remember that a few months ago we sent her Hogwarts to extract information on a boy that could've been crucial to our cause. Since then, however, she's gone silent."

  The room of Gallert's most trusted followers remained silent, taking in the information that they had heard a while ago. Some of them stared into space, others seemed more concentrated on the fact that this shouldn't be taken lightly.

  One man, rather tall and slender, stepped forward to Grindelwald.

  "I've known that girl since she was a child Gallert, She's more powerful than any of us here and she has you to thank for that. I'm sure she's fine." The man tried to comfort him from afar, but Grindelwald remained indifferent to the offer of console.

  His smile faltered slightly. "Yes, she is powerful, but she's gone an even more powerful mind. I'm not worried if she's hurt, but I fear she may have strayed farther from the tracks we set for her than we ever intended." Grindelwald looked around at the people he considered to be his friends, the people that would win him this war if he played his cards right.

  But he had allowed his most potent asset to slip through his fingers, a nagging presence that haunted his thoughts. Grindelwald didn't merely see Rosalie as his daughter; she represented something far more valuable. At only seventeen years old, she possessed a power that rivaled even her father's, a fact that gnawed at Grindelwald's conscience. 

  If she could nearly best her father himself in a duel at such a young age, it was only a matter of time before she could do the same to his greatest adversary, Dumbledore, a figure he needed to disappear in the war if he really wanted any chance to win.

  "I understand what you mean." A woman pushed her way to the front to speak with Grindelwald, he turned to face her and listened intently.

  "She's been there for too long, if anyone found out her identity they could try and use her to bargain something we can't afford to give." The woman looked around, expecting and receiving agreement on her thoughts. Her short brown hair flicked its way back to Gallert, who looked down to the floor.

  "I'm glad to hear you're all more or less on the same page as me." He said quietly. "We need her back for future projects I have in mind."

  The tall man from before opened his mouth to speak again, his smile lines hiding themselves back into his dry skin. "What would you like us to do?" He asked.