Last Son of Earth

Chapter X -Genocide-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

/Sign Language\

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter X

–Genocide–

Sunday, 14 February 1944

TMR's POV

Tom stood as Grindelwald entered the room. The Wizard nodded back before approaching Lestrange.

"Fleamont Potter did this."

"I don't doubt it yet there's no way to prove if it's true or not."

"Do it in another way." Grindelwald argued. "Tell the world how the brothers attacked their Lord. How they keep the Light Wizards pretending to be Men in Red in their home. How they told lies about their Lord to make him lose the Minister's side. To force him to give back what was always rightfully his."

"You want me to lie to the media."

"The only lie is that he never met Grindelwald. Actually you can pinpoint how Lord Potter sees the Light Vs Dark War as a petty fight. A childish fight. He is older than most of us. Than Grindelwald and Dumbledore themselves, except Dippet. He is against prejudice."

Lestrange frowned before he nodded and left. Grindelwald approached Tom and his Knights.

"Harry finds the war as petty?" Tom retorted.

"This has Albus' hands all over. The Potter Brothers wouldn't so openly turn against their uncle, they wouldn't dare because if they do they can lose the Inheritance." Grindelwald argued. "It's time that man realizes exactly what he is dealing with."

"Someone older?" Evan wondered.

"Harry is more powerful than most people I've met and Albus is creating a war against him. I'm teaching him exactly what mistake he's doing. Harry is against Prejudice. Tell me, children, who is the known anti-Dark prejudiced Wizard of all?"

"Professor Dumbledore. It's literally another warning." Tom put in. "Can I ask how you two met?"

Grindelwald smiled back.

"Back when he and the Dark Lord were teenagers they were lovers."

–LSE–

Wednesday, 17 February 1944

HJP's POV

Harry sat in the cell's bed as he looked towards the floor. He refused to look up. He refused to acknowledge the Dementors outside his grades staring back at him. Sniffing him out. Drawling his pain to the surface. Sadly enough he had too much of it. Even if he'd locked his memories away.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry looked up slowly as a Patronus appeared and threw the Dementors away. "Apothecarian."

"Minister."