1A/N: Ok Rayne wrote this hope you enjoy...this story is # 71 for fanfic100 on LiveJournal

October 11, 1938:

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Silence.

A man, his body completely covered in a dark, billowing cloak and his head shadowed by his hood stopped walking and looked around. Houses, shops, schools- demolished. Offices, chemists, tailors- destroyed. The church- burned. The man gave a twisted smile, his mouth being almost the only part of his face that was left un-shadowed by the hood. He leaned down, and rummaged in the broken glass shards he was standing in. He picked up something- a small photograph. It was a family portrait, ripped by the numerous glass shards around it. Most of the portrait was too mutilated to see, but what was clear was the face of a girl- five, at the oldest. A bird landed on his shoulder. The man didn't even wince- the bird was a hawk, his hawk.

Ruins, destruction, girl. The bird's voice seemed to inter his head.

"Girl?" the man asked back. His voice was deep, sinister, and, in a way, forbidding.

"Yes, girl," said a new voice. The man whipped around. Behind him was indeed a girl, the girl from the portrait. She was older- maybe ten now- but her features were still the same. Dark hair, dark eyes, a narrow, strict face. She seemed too mature for her age- in her appearance and in her tone. "You did this, didn't you?" her tone was hard. Menacing. The man couldn't help but laugh.

"Why do you want to know?" he replied, throwing back his hood. To say the man wasn't handsome would be lying- he was, very much so. Blond hair and eyes, eyes with such a strange shade of green yellow that they looked like those of a cat were the highlights of his appearance. The girl sucked in breath, but she stood still. The man arched an eyebrow.

"Because you're him. You killed my parents, my parents who always feared you, but that wasn't enough to satisfy you- you needed to destroy the town, everything…" her voice broke. "And now… now you're going to kill me."

"Now, why would I do that?" asked the man, smirking slightly. "And do tell me, who am I supposed to be known- I go under so many names that I really do forget…"

"You know your name perfectly well… Grindelwald," the girl said. The man grinned nastily. How he loved to here that name, to see the pain and fear it inflicted.

"Well, well, I see you've done your research, dear, but you didn't answer me-Why would I kill you when you could be of so much use, Minerva McGonagall?"

The girl's face paled.

A/N: so hope you guys liked it review plz