The Grindelwald Descendent and the Godmother

Chapter 2

After about 10 minutes of pure exhaustion and waning resilience, I finally crumbled. Sprawling in an ungraceful heap on the hard ground, I suddenly found myself eye to eye with one of the history's most dangerous wizards. I still twisted my face into a snarl, refusing to show any fear.

"Ah, this girl really bit off more than what she could chew, hmm?"

I continued glaring at him, instinctively putting up the walls in my mind.

He widened his eyes and stared. I knew it was not common that Gellert Grindelwald faces amazing Occlumency.

Speaking of Occlumency, I had been training tirelessly in the mind arts since Hogwarts. Training for my first impromptu mission, which unfortunately failed in a way.

I had killed an entire village of muggles.

Call me crazy, but my hatred for this particular village of muggles was as strong as Grindelwald's hate of the Statute of Secrecy. They had done the unforgivable, and I had made them pay. However, I was caught by the M.O.M. before I could escape and pin the blame on someone else. Luckily, with higher-than-average acting skills, I made a successful request to redeem myself by helping to capture Grindelwald for my freedom.

Well, I don't feel guilty at all for what I had done. Thus, my lack of resistance towards Grindelwald.

Still, Grindelwald's Legilimency is stronger than my Occlumency. He eventually penetrated my mind.
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I smiled. This brave young witch, named Helen Pacsby, apparently, had such a lot of secrets stashed beneath the surface. Well, I could certainly use some to my advantage.

However, I could not help but frown internally when I saw this particular scene of muggles streaming into a enormous, no doubt magical, mansion with flaming torches and a younger version of this witch watching them with pure horror and despair--

Looks like Ms Pacsby had had bad experiences with muggles.

Similar to me.

I was not a maniac. I had a valid reason to hate those xenophobic, foolish creatures called muggles.

When I was a youth of twelve, blind to the ways of the muggles, I returned from Durmstrang to an empty home. The muggles in the village had killed my brother. Tied to a stake and burnt, the neighbours cheerfully laughed off the matter after much confrontation.

Ms Pacsby's family home was burnt down. Her parents, her only relatives, were murdered by muggles. Thus, she murdered them in turn. However, she was apprehended by the authorities, which led to her uncomfortable position here with me.

Unknown to her, she had gained a little of my respect.

Well, it is hard to find talent nowadays. And since I was desperately looking for new additions to my forces--

"Work for me, Ms Pacsby."