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Elena took the long way to Dumbledore's office but the dread filled her as this confrontation became more imminent. The man seemed to know everything all the time, Elena wondered how much about her he actually knew. Did he know she was Grindelwald's granddaughter and if he did, why hadn't he told her? What did he know about her mother? Most importantly, what did he know about her that she didn't know yet?

She took a deep breath as she stood at his door and knocked. The door opened revealing the man, he seemed tired but he smiled even so.

"Oh, hello Elena. Come in. How was your summer?" He let her pass and then closed the door.

"It was fine." Elena said quietly. "Professor Slughorn told me you wanted to see me."

"Yes," he leaned on his desk. "I was wondering why you decided to stop taking my class."

"Transfiguration doesn't interest me as much as others," Elena lied. She knew he could tell.

"I respect that, but I feel there is something else that's been bothering you." He tilted his head, "How are your nightmares?"

"Huh?" Elena had almost forgotten the countless nightmares she had to endure last year, "They have gotten better, sir. I can sleep without the potion."

"That's good." He sighed, "I know there are things you cannot tell me. I know that you have attempted before and couldn't."

How did he know that? Still, Elena couldn't bring herself to say anything.

"I trust that you will do the right thing when the time comes." Dumbledore's tone shifted to one of warning, "Be careful who you trust."

"I will." Elena felt trapped, "Can I go now?"

"Yes. Don't be late to class." Dumbledore turned his back to her, "And you're welcome in my classroom if you ever want to dive into Transfiguration again."

"Thank you sir."

The whole way back to the common room Elena wanted to cry. She could never tell anyone the truth. The only person she could speak to freely was Grindelwald, and she hated to admit that she wanted to. She wanted to be able to ask questions and have them answered. Dumbledore never did that. If he really knew what happened with Grindelwald the last time Elena tried to ask for help, then why hadn't he done anything?

The common room was fairly empty, Elena hoped her dorm would be too, but before she could go up the stairs a hand pulled her down and into the corner.

"Stop being cryptic Abraxas, nobody's here."

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Grindelwald."

"I swear if one more person wants to talk to me about him they are getting cursed."

"And your mother." Abraxas ignored her warning and continued, "She has been living in our house and my parents are talking about him and you constantly. There is something they are hiding from us."

"I don't know anything."

"Then why does your mother say you do? She says she can no longer help you because he has found you."

"She said that?" Elena couldn't breathe. "Why would she say that?"

"Have you met Grindelwald?"

"I.."