A New Beginning

△⃒⃘ _Chapter 6_△⃒⃘

A woman can be seen standing serenely at on the rooftop of building, wind billowing her black robes and her brown hair. Looking at the scenery below, she muttered, "It's almost time, huh?" seemingly in deep thought. 

She turned her head backward, revealing only her emerald orbs as her face was covered by a raven mask, "Are you sure, you will follow me to meet him, Rian?"

"Of course, Mira... After all, as your brother, I will  need to guard you, won't I. But... Who would've thought he would be your soul mate here in this time."

Hearing her brother's remarks, the woman who is now identified as Mira thought back to the first time she talked to him in their connection- it was during the time he was revealed by Newt Scamander of his true identity, Gellert Grindelwald and the subsequent arrest of him by MACUSA.

Since then, she was preparing for the time she will meet with him. With her fine control on the metamorphmagus abilities, it was a piece of a cake for her to assume the appearance of her adult form.

However, what was unexpected that her twin deciding to come along. Even though he didn't have the abilities like her, he could use Parseltongue abilities to transfigured himself to adult version. This was quite handy because the spell could only be broken with the same spell, which her twin created, in Parseltongue.

Breaking away from her reverie as her twin calling her name, she turned toward him, "It's time...Shall we go, Rian?" They disappeared from the roof as they disapparated.

In a flash, they appeared at the entrance of Lestrange Mausoleum, Cimetière du Père-Lachaise, Paris, France. They looked at each other, disillusioned themselves and went inside. They were just in time for Grindelwald's speech toward his follower.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends, the great gift of your applause is not for me. No. It is for yourselves. You came today because of a craving and a knowledge that the old ways serve us no longer. You came today because you crave something new. Something different. It is said that I hate les non-Magiques. The Muggles."

The audience, wizards and witched alike watch their leader transfixed and exclaimed, "Vermin!"

Grindelwald confidentially remarked, his voice hypnotic to the audience "The No-Maj. The Can't-Spells. I do not hate them. I do not. For I do not fight out of hatred. I say the Muggles are not lesser, but other. Not worthless, but of other value. Not disposable, but of a different disposition. Magic blooms only in rare souls. It is granted to those who live for higher things. Oh, and what a world we would make for all of humanity. We who live for freedom, for truth, and for love."

He continued," The moment has come to share my vision of the future that awaits if we do not rise up and take our rightful place in the world."  

Vinda Rosier walked onstage, bowing respectfully as she presented the skull-hookah to her leader.  The audience listened with rapid attention at what has to come. And, they gasped dramatically as they are presented with moving images upon the ceiling. 

Hundred of thousands of booted feet marching along with explosion and gun shots was shown in the images. The light of the vision played upon their eyes. A loud and destructive nuclear blast rocked the  amphitheater as well as ringed their ears. The audience felt the explosion, mourning among themselves in fear and panic. It was the devastating images of imminent Second World War and destruction caused by it.

In the audience, Jacod Kowalski sweated being the only muggle among the magicals and groaned, "Not another war..." seeing the images.

Grindelwald looked at the his follower and passionately continued his speech, "That is what we are fighting! That is the enemy. Their arrogance! Their power lust. Their barbarity. How long will it take before they turn their weapons on us?"

At this moment, Mira decided to make her presence known. She made a dramatic entrance toward Grindelwald. The air around her became colder as she step forward and black shadows surrounding her and her magic- it was dark and tempting. 

"It was a great speech you made there, Gellert."

"Liebling?"

She nodded, "It's nice to finally meet you in person, âme sœur." as she curtsy elegantly at him.

Grindelwald took her hand and kissed it almost affectionately, "It should have been my line, Liebling."

  She then turned toward the audience, "What my soul mate show you is only the tip of iceberg. True, muggle or No-maj fought among themselves; causing destruction with their war. But what all you, shouldn't forgot is that their weapons can cause destruction even to us, the wizarding world as well."

"Can all of you imagine and think for a second, what would happen if the muggles or No-Maj were to found out about their existence?" She paused in her sentence and waved her wand to show the images of wizarding world in her past life, "No, this will be a definite outcome. The future of magical world will be destroyed if they found us. They will exterminated, experimented and tortured us. And, we shouldn't let it happened to us, our loved one, our family and friends. Not now and not in the future."

Among the audience Newt, in shock and horror, looked at the images shown toward him, it was a complete destruction of magical world; wizards and witches fleeing with their home destroyed by bombs and their loved ones being experimented like lab rats. For a moment, he wonder if he's making the right choices. A seed of doubt has been planted.

The Aurors who were infiltrating the crowd unnoticed, stopped in their movement as they watch in horror of their future if Muggles were to discovered them. Their resolve and belief shaken as they unknowingly made their presence known.

Grindelwald added, " Do nothing when we speak of this. You must remain calm and contain your emotions." He paused and announced, "There are Aurors here among us."

The crowd gasped as they turned around, looking for said Aurors. They found that the Aurors were outnumbered by Grindelwald's followers.

" Come closer, brother wizards, join us." Grindelwald whispered.

The people hissed at the Aurors as they walked forward to show themselves. Leta was curious, so she turned around to look. Her eyes immediately found Theseus.

"Do nothing. No force," Theseus commanded the Aurors.

However, one of the young Aurors made eye contact with a young red-haired witch. She was enraged and unstable as she reached for her wand...