Gellert Grindelwald
♂ Novel Fanfiction | All Orientations They call me a Dark wizard, call me a terrorist, and even attach the epithet "most dangerous" to my name. But how could those mediocre fools ever understand? Everything I did was for the greater good. All my life, I pursued breaking the hypocritical International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Wizards—this race favored by the Creator—must we forever hide in dark corners like rats, concealing our power from ignorant Muggles? No. The order must be reshaped. We must step forward, guiding this world with wisdom and power, establishing a new order ruled by wizards. This is not tyranny, but a benevolent necessity. It all began in that sunny yet tragic summer in Godric's Hollow. There, I met Albus. He was the only person I had ever known whose mind resonated with my own. We spoke of the Deathly Hallows, of how to become the Master of Death, of the new world that would soon be born through our hands. His brilliance astonished me; his ambition mirrored mine. We once believed that simply by uniting all three Hallows, we would possess the power to rewrite the world. Yet ideals are always tripped up by the pettiness and weakness of reality. Albus's brother, Aberforth—that crude, vulgar man—dragged us into that disastrous duel. Amid the crisscrossing spells, that poor girl, Ariana, fell in a pool of blood. In that moment, I knew my bond with Albus was severed. I fled from there, fleeing from the summer that burdened me with guilt. But I did not give up. I tracked down Gregorovitch and took the Elder Wand from his hands. It was Death's own sceptre, the key to realizing my grand vision. I traversed Europe, built my army, and locked those who barred my path inside the tower of Nurmengard, built by my own hands. At the top of the tower, I carved "For the Greater Good," so that every prisoner would understand their sacrifice was an inevitable path toward the light. Until 1945, when Albus finally stood before me. That duel was the most magnificent chapter in the history of magic, and our final reckoning. He won, taking the Elder Wand, taking my freedom. I was locked in the cage I had built myself, enduring fifty-three long and lonely years. Time eroded my flesh, but it could never grind away my will. Until He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—Voldemort—came before me. He craved the power of the Elder Wand, yearning to become the next Dark Lord. He thought I would submit, thought I would beg like an old dog wagging its tail. Yet I laughed. I looked into his scarlet eyes, looked upon his noseless, pale face, and felt only contempt. He understood nothing of love, nothing of sacrifice, and even less of true greatness. He was merely a pathetic creature ruled by the fear of death. "You will never have it," I told him. I would rather die than let him defile Albus's resting place, let alone obtain the wand that once belonged to me. When that flash of green light erupted, I felt a relief like never before. I lost the duel, I lost my freedom, and I even lost my life. But I never lost my conviction. I am Gellert Grindelwald. I lived for the greater good, and for the greater good I died.