Legacy (Part 2)

The Grindelwalds

Jason Grindelwald walked through the doors of Azkaban, the wizard prison, with two aurors following him closely.

In a while, the three reached a door that one of the aurors pushed. The door opened to reveal what seemed like a visiting area. A huge transparent mirror was set up in the middle of the room, and two chairs were kept on the either side of said mirror.

"Well, well, look who it is," said a voice that Jason instantly recognized. The owner of said voice, a man, was standing on the other side of the mirror. Jason could see pale white hair that fell down to his shoulders. From his looks, he was old. Really old.

"My favorite grandson," the man said, walking towards the area where a lantern illuminated the room. He had unidentical eyes, one bright blue and one white colored.

When the light fell on his face, the man was revealed to be Gellert Grindelwald: The most powerful dark wizard in history and the grandfather of Jason Grindelwald.

"After 2 frikking goddamn months, I get to see my friends and even then your old arse has to call me to Azkaban?" Jason said in a bit of an angered tone. "No need to be jealous just cause your friendships didn't last, old man."

"Friendship," Grindelwald corrected. "It's singular, not plural."

"Yeah, yeah, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, blah blah, give it a rest," Jason said impatiently. "Why did you call me here?"

"I'm pretty sure you've noticed this, but no matter what kind of stupid, bad things you and Harry do, Minister Fudge never seems to have any problems with it," Grindelwald said. "Even today, he allowed you to come and visit me, and also use magic. Granted you could do that without his allowance, but still. Don't you find it weird?"

"It's because Harry is 'the boy who lived'," Jason replied. "He defeated Voldemort. That's why Fudge, and everyone else, treats him that way."

"Plus, he's the only heir to the ancient house of Potter, a house that has produced many a brilliant witches and wizards. As for me, Fudge's probably just scared of me, since you're my grandfather. And now me being the heir to House Grindelwald might have added some sort of new importance to me. Maybe he just wants to be on our good side."

"You're right about almost everything," Grindelwald replied. "The part about Harry defeating Voldemort: correct. The part about Fudge being scared of you: correct. The part about the two of you being heir to ancient and noble houses: correct again. But you are missing a very important detail."

"Sorry?" Jason asked.

"The reason Fudge is shit scared of you isn't just because you're my grandson," Grindelwald replied. "It's because there's a prophecy about you as well, the same as Harry. You do know about Harry's prophecy, don't you?"

"Yes. What did you mean by a prophecy about me?" Jason asked again in a confused tone. "And how does Fudge know about it? Or Harry's prophecy? That was supposed to be a secret."

"Don't worry, Fudge has no idea what kind of prophecy it is," Gellert replied. "Prophecies are a bit of a dodgy thing, you see. Only that person who has their name on a prophecy can touch said prophecy. If anyone else tries to touch it, let alone see or listen to it, they'd go mad and then die in a slow agonizing way. So, rest assured, Fudge only knows that there's a prophecy about Harry, but he doesn't know what it is. As for your prophecy, it is an entirely different matter."

"What is it?" Jason asked his grandfather.

"Dumbledore didn't tell you, did he?" Grindelwald smiled. "He likes to keep his secrets, Albus does. That aside, it feels good to see your regularly smug face in such a state."