Fantastic Beasts 3

Prologue

STREET OF LONDON, MIDNIGHT- 1930

There was silence in the street; a few street lights dimly lit the road, some not even working properly. Very few people still had the lights of their apartments switched on. The air was cold and still.

This silence was broken by the sound of footsteps as a figure made its way along the street. The figure paused in the middle of the street, sensing magic in the air, before heading towards the source of magic.

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Fleamont Potter sat in the bedroom of his apartment, his quill scratching on paper as he wrote. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement from outside the window.

Fleamont could just make out a man with white hair. The man then withdrew a wand from his coat pocket. So he's a wizard, Fleamont thought.

The wizard seemed to be following something; then he stopped under the lamplight of Fleamont's front door. Fleamont looked down, his eyes widened as the wizard looked up towards him, meeting his eyes. Multicoloured eyes. Brown and blue ones, to be precise.

Grindelwald, Fleamont realised to his horror.

With a flick of his wand, Grindelwald blasted the front door open and entered. Fleamont was momentarily paralysed in fear, then he leapt out of his seat and left.

His wand in hand, he crept downstairs along the corridor and turned into his living room-

But Grindelwald wasn't there.

Frowning, Fleamont cautiously checked the kitchen. The wizard didn't seem to be there, either. Why would Grindelwald be in my house? He pondered, What could he possibly want from-

Realisation dawned on him. He then hurried out of the room, not caring about how much noise he was making, back up the stairs and into the old storage cupboard.

"Lumos," He murmured.

He and his wife, Euphemia, had expanded the space using an extension charm to fit more items. Many boxes were in here as well as old books, furniture that was no longer used, broken potion bottles and all sorts of unwanted items.

Fleamont noticed in the corner that a few boxes had been moved out of the way and a once-hidden door had been opened. Panicked, he entered through the door, hoping that Grindelwald wasn't here, hoping that Grindelwald hadn't found-

But sure enough, there the dark wizard stood in the cold, dark room. Grindelwald had been making his way through the large stack of letters Fleamont had received. He briefly scanned each letter before recognising it as fanmail and discarding it.

Thank Merlin he hasn't got to the letter, Fleamont thought, Not yet, at least.

Grindelwald's eyes abruptly shot up from the letter in his hands to meet Fleamont's gaze. Fleamont aimed his wand at the wizard, his hand shaking.

"Get out," He managed to demand.

Slowly and silently, Grindelwald discarded the letter. He reached inside his coat pocket, probably fingering his wand.

"Stupefy!"

Immediately and with ease, he blocked Fleamont's spell. "Expelliarmus," Grindelwald murmured, his voice eerily calm.

Before Fleamont had time to react, his wand flew out of his grip and he was thrown back into the storage room. Grindelwald locked the storage room door with a flick of his wand.

"Mr Potter," He spoke, "You know what to tell me. You know what I'm after. Don't you?"

"Why would I tell you?" Fleamont questioned.

"If you do, then I'll let you live in peace. I won't harm you or your wife."

"Leave my wife out of this," He ordered fiercely.

Grindelwald stepped closer in the darkness and asked in a calm tone, "Where is the cloak, Mr Potter?"

Fleamont remained silent.

"Crucio."

Screams filled the room as unbearable pain pulsed through Fleamont's body. Grindelwald seemed to be enjoying himself.

Finally, he stopped and said, "Let me repeat myself. Where is the cloak?"

Fleamont, who was breathing heavily, managed to answer, "I'll never tell you."

More screams were emitted as he collapsed on the ground, unable to endure the pain from the second torture curse. Grindelwald only paused, asked him again, before the third Cruciatus curse was fired.

By the end of the fourth, Fleamont was exhausted and aching. The thought of withstanding the pain again was enough to make him gasp, "Fine, I'll tell y-you!"

Grindelwald lowered his wand at this, a curious expression on his face. Fleamont paused, panting, then mumbled, "You were looking for a letter about it, weren't you? About the cloak?"

"I was indeed," He responded, "Although I couldn't find it amongst all your silly fanmail."

Fleamont hesitated for too long, as Grindelwald raised his wand and murmured, "Crucio."

"STOP!" He managed to yell amongst his screams. Grindelwald lowered his wand and, losing the calm tone to his voice, said, "Oh, come on, we don't have all night."

"Alohomora!" Someone exclaimed from outside the storage cupboard.

This spell didn't work. "Aberto!" The person shouted in a desperate attempt to unlock the door. In the end, the person kicked down the door and entered. In came Euphemia, who was still wearing her pyjamas, likely to have been woken up by the screaming. She gasped when she saw Grindelwald.

"Mrs Potter," Grindelwald greeted her in a bored voice, "How nice of you to join us."

"I'll tell the Ministry," She threatened.

"Crucio," He muttered, but Fleamont was prepared. He leapt in front of his wife and fell to the floor screaming after the curse hit him.

Then, in a split second, Grindelwald stopped the curse and re-directed his wand at Euphemia shouting, "Stupefy!"

Fleamont watched as his wife fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Obliviate," Grindelwald said, pointing his wand at Euphemia. He then turned to Fleamont.

"Where is the cloak?" Grindelwald questioned in a demanding tone, aiming his wand threateningly at him.

Finally, Fleamont gave up. "It's in Castelobruxo," Was the last thing he said before Grindelwald aimed his wand at the wizard and murmured, "Obliviate."

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