Gellert Grindelwald OneShots

Muggle for a day {2}

Info:The Ministry of Magic decides to teach Gellert a lesson by removing all his magic for 24 hours. So he can learn what it is like to be a no-maj, in the hopes of overcoming his dislike towards them.-

{Author's P.O.V}

"This is the hearing of Gellert Grindelwald, for the crimes committed in Paris and New York. Does the accused plead guilty?" Asked the Judge who sat high in the wizarding court, surrounded by many other wizards and witches.

There was a big turnout to the court, many seated around the room to hear Gellert Grindelwald be sentenced. All use of magic in the room had to be forbidden, to stop any victimised individuals from attacking the dark wizard.

Gellert sat quietly in the centre of the room, locked in a cage, magically sealed so no one could open it but the Judge. He didn't open his mouth, just hung his head low as he listened to the Judge's words.

"You are hear-by sentenced to life in Azkaban prison, but before that," The Judge continued with the most horrifying smile, "You will be stripped of your magic for 24 hours and sent back to New York, being supervised from a distance of course."

Gellert raised his head for the first time in the court, and had an utter look of disgust. Many of the wizards and witches surrounding him giggled and chuckled quietly.

Suddenly all the jury and Judge's wands were raised and they began to chant a spell. A white light travelled to Gellert's cage from each of their wands. It seeped through the metal and he could immediately feel his power draining from his body. He felt more vulnerable, and weaker.

Once they were finished he was apparated to the middle of New York City. Carriages and horses were coming right for him and he was forced to dive into the nearby pavement. He looked down at his hands, and they felt different than before.

He also noticed he didn't have his typical navy trench coat, but instead a dirty blue jacket, white shirt, and loose black trousers. He wondered why no one was staring at him due to his mismatched eyes and near-white hair, but a spell must have been cast on the Muggles to see him like one of them.

He felt around his waist for his wand but was left disappointed when it was no where to be seen. He brushed off his jacket and began to walk. He didn't know where he was going, but hoped to find a hotel to stay in or somewhere to eat.

He turned around the block and could see a tall, lit up hotel. He walked towards the steps but just remembered that he had no money. He growled to himself, but after a while his stomach began to growl back. He now felt an unusual urge to eat everything in site, but he still had no money.

He set off again, walking down the Main Street before he looked around the corner, seeing a large bakery at the end. His mouth began to salivate despite his disgust at the thought of eating food made by a No-Maj. He briskly made his way down the street, before entering the shop which still had a closed sign on the door, but he didn't care.

He looked around but the shelves had been emptied, "Hello?" He asked into the shop after hearing shuffling coming from the back room.

A large man with a big brown moustache came out backwards through the door, balancing a crate with his knee and arm wrapped around it. "What can I do for ya?" He asked, placing the crate on the shelf behind the desk.

Once he turned around to see who he was talking to he quickly fell to the ground. "Please don't hurt me!" He begged in a panicked tone, placing his hands on his head as he crouched behind the cash desk.

Gellert was deeply confused but decided to brush it aside. "I was wondering if you had any food?" He asked looking down behind the desk.

The man stood up with wide eyes and mouth slightly open. "I-uh, yes I do." He said quickly, trying not to act too suspicious in front of the man that every wizard and witch feared.