Gellert

Hogwarts stands silent beneath the storm. My followers wait outside the castle walls, wands already drawn, awaiting only a single command. One word from me... and the school falls. Yet I don't move. Because this was never about Hogwarts. It was always about you. Years ago we stood side by side, young enough to believe we could reshape the wizarding world together. We dreamed of ending the old order, swore our blood oath, and planned a future where we ruled as equals. Then you left. You chose them. The school. The rules. You left me to carry the dream alone. And somehow... after all these years... I still can't hate you. The great Gellert Grindelwald, feared across Europe... brought to a halt by the memory of one man.