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July 12, 1997, Austria

He was in the highest tower.

The place was dark and cold, the woman saw the little cloud of her breath in the air and she wrapped her black cloak more tightly around herself. As she stopped at the cell’s door, for a moment she was afraid. She was here once, many, many years ago but she still remembered that day.

It took minutes until the captive noticed the woman who was standing there, watching him quietly like a pale vison. The man rised, surprise shined in his nearly-dead eyes.

„Are you a dream?”

„No.” she said quietly, looking at the man with some kind of disbelief in her eyes, shock mixed with sorrow. „I’m real.”

He walked closer slowly, reaching the cold bars of his prison. The woman did not move, did not step back despite he expected that. Both of them did.

„You look the same…” he stared at the familiar face which reminded him of long passed times, like they was moments of another life.

„Metamorph-magic. I’m nearly as old as you are.” she looked around with an unreadable expression in her eyes. „I’ve never thought I’ll ever come here again.”

„How have you managed to avoid the guarding spells?”

„I was one of those who put you here. I know the place.” although her tone was serious, a light, almost unnoticeable smile was playing on her lips for a moment. „My husband gave me the security papers.”

„It’s more than fifty years now…” he reached for the woman’s face, touching it with disbelief for a moment, surprised that she still didn’t step back. „I nearly killed you. And your family. I regret that, I really do. Time has passed quickly and all what is left for me is to see your face, the only thing which is still the same. This is not our time anymore, mine and yours. We’ve done our parts… and for what? Has the world changed much since those times?”

He didn’t wait for answer. There was a long silence and it was the woman who spoke again.

„He’s dead.”

Her words echoed in the air and for a moment they both felt like they’re young again, a woman who made many mistakes in her life and a famous dark wizard who conquered Europe.

Gellert Grindelwald nodded slowly.

„Oh, I know that. News hardly reach this place but his death is something everyone has heard of. Did you mourn him?” he smiled becouse there was no answer; the woman’s face was like a statue of marble now. „And did he look peaceful? Like an old man resting, someone who had put all the weights and troubles of his life down?”

„I don’t know, I wasn’t at the funeral.” said the woman coldly. „And I don’t care.”

„Soon I’m going to follow him.” the man leaned on the wall with a thoughtful expresson, speaking rather to himself than his visitor. „I know. I saw it.”

Rowan Graves froze for a moment.

„How…?”

„You know what I am.” he smiled. Rowan didn’t know what to say.

„And do you fear…?” her voice faded but the man finished the sentence.

„Death? No. Death is a relief for me.” he looked deeply into Rowan’s eyes, so close that he only needed to whisper. „But I don’t know what it was for him. Sometimes I wonder: who was the person who ruined your life more: me… or Albus Dumbledore?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to. She feared she has to say that despite all the horrible things he did, it was not Gellert Grindelwald who made her want to escape, from who she run away to New York many years ago and never came back to her homeland.

Then the moment passed and Grindelwald stepped back. He was an old man again, someone who lost his battles many years ago. Rowan shuddered.

„I should go.” she said turning away, trying to hide the feelings in her eyes, something she never managed to do, not from him. She hesitated for a few moments, hearing the man’s calm, quiet voice behind her.

„Yes, you should. But I know you don’t want to leave yet.”